Lily's POV
It took me a few days after my awful weekend to pull myself out of my house and drag myself to school.
I couldn't stand the thought of leaving my mum, in fear that something would happen to her when I was gone. What if she passed away early for some reason?
And what was the point of going to school, away from my mum, when she had an hourglass over her head, slowly running out of time?
I wanted to spend every last minute of her life by her side. She had finished work, having enough money for the next few weeks.
Another reason I didn't want to go back to school, is because I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him again. It would make me sick. And I couldn't stand the thought of him touching Klarissa, and doing what he did to me to her. I wouldn't let that happen.
Really, the only reason that I went back to school on Thursday, was because I was sick of being stuck in my thoughts. It was a nightmare. Endless memories of Daryl clouded my mind, and I wouldn't stray away from the thoughts of what was happening with mum, and what that meant for me.
Now that I knew, I was noticing more and more how much worse she was getting, and I felt helpless. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it. And that's what sucked the most.
As much as my life was full of trouble right now, I was excited to go back to school to see Klarissa again. She meant everything to me.
I was in the school toilets, and had just finished brushing my teeth when I felt a pair of warm hands on my shoulders.
I jumped, but settled when I realised it was Klarissa. My heart danced around in my chest at seeing her again.
I turned around, looking in to her hazel-coloured eyes. They were sparkling. She looked really, really gorgeous. Her short blonde and teal bob was brushed neatly. My stomach was tingling, and I didn't know why.
"Sorry I scared you. It's good to see you again. How are you going?" She asked, seriously now.
I was immediately brought down from my world of happiness when I remembered what had been going on in my life recently.
"I'm okay, I guess," I said, frowning.
"I know you're not. Are you sure you don't want to take it further? Tell the police? What he did could send him to jail. Away from here."
"I have no proof. And I don't want to make a big fuss anyway," I said, shrugging.
"I'd rather not talk about that now, anyway." I said.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up," she said, running her fingers along one of my arms. My heart began to beat faster.
"It's okay," I said.
"I came to school to get my mind off things. Sitting at home didn't help. Plus, I wanted to see you," I said.
"I've been worried about you," Klarissa said.
"I'm alright," I lied.
Then I followed her out of the toilets and to the table we sit at.