After witnessing the murder of her mother and constantly being abused by her own father, Lily's life is a cycle of never ending torture.
With her father being a part of the police force and his 'friends' keeping an eye on her 24/7, Lily has no choi...
"You can come into my room whenever you want, if you need me."
Did he really mean that? He wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it, right?
I made a decision and got out of bed, slowly making my way over to the door.
I didn't feel safe alone.
I was so scared to close my eyes and relive things that I never wanted to remember again.
I quietly tiptoed into the hallway and stood outside the door. Before I could think myself out of it, I opened the door and stepped into his room.
It was dark, with the only bit of light coming from the hallway peeking out through the bottom of the door. I couldn't make out much of what his room looked like but I knew he was in here by the comforting smell surrounding me.
Even his scent put me more at ease and even though my head was ringing alarm bells at that, my heart was telling me I was doing the right thing.
I quickly covered my yawn with my arm, careful not to wake him up, and made my way over to the other side of the room.
I curled up into a small ball in the corner of the room and made myself as comfortable as I could. From where I was positioned, I could see his whole room, including the door and bed.
I closed my eyes and began to try and fall asleep, but I wasn't comfortable.
I still felt scared.
Every time I tried to fall asleep, I could see their eyes. The eyes of my abusers. Even when I was probably miles away from them, they still had a way of torturing me. They still had a way of keeping me on their twisted leash.
Ahead of me, I could just about make out the outline of his bed. It looked so inviting and I was so tired.
His bed looked huge, with enough space to fit at least five people if they squished together.
Surely he wouldn't notice if I slept there for a few hours and then returned back to my room before he wakes up, right?
So without any more thoughts, I found a boost of confidence and made my way over to the bed.
I carefully laid down, trying not to disturb his sleep, before getting under the duvet and closing my eyes. I could feel warmth radiating off him and it made me feel safe.
I didn't know what it was about him. Maybe it was the fact that he had saved me from my father, or that he has done nothing to hurt me yet, or maybe it was the fact that he has been nothing but kind to me, but he makes me feel protected.
In fact, I had never felt so safe in my life.
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'Never the way she looked, always the way she was. I could have fallen for her with my eyes closed.'
