Vic’s P.O.V.

Oh my God. I was looking at Lily’s bare back but it wasn’t bare. All over her arms and stomach there were cuts. Some looked like they were from being abused; others looked like they were accidents, but most were clean and straight, as if she cut them herself. Some looked older, some looked new, and some looked like they had never healed. There was a bandage around her left upper arm. I pointed to it and she nodded gravely.
“After I met Jaime.” She said, her voice cracking slightly.
Her stomach and sides were one big bruise that looked like it went her back too. Mike and Tony could see her back and their faces looked paler then I felt. Tony touched something on her back and she winced.
“When did this?” Tony faded off, to scared to finish.
“Yesterday.”
“H-How?” Mike asked for the both of them.
“Bullwhip. Stanley got one for my birthday. She only used it on me, but now that I’m gone…..” “The little kids?” Jaime asked. Lily nodded.
“You want to try calling the state on her?” Mike asked.
“They won’t listen to a kid, but you guys, maybe.” Mike dialed a number into his phone and stepped out of the car.
“Could I see your back?” I asked.
Lily turned so I could see. Her back was covered in scars, cuts, and skin not fully on her back. Some of the cuts looked like they’d bleed any second. Jaime gasped, and then looked at me worriedly. I must have been as white as Tony. I felt like puking but I couldn’t stop looking. “You’ve lived like this for three years?” I asked. “Yeah. Not the whole bullwhip thing, but yeah. This kind of stuff has happened to me all my life.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” “Well I’ve never shown anyone this much. Lots of people see my arms and they think all I do is self-harm. I actually admitted myself to rehab it got so bad at home. They used to strap me to a chair and cut me. After a while I began to embrace it. It became an addiction. It was a way for me to be in control of how I punished myself for being alive and causing my parents all the pain. It wasn’t half bad. It was the throwing me against walls, metal baseball bats, and driving nails into my arms that was bad. After a while, even that didn’t hurt as much, so they’d try new things.” “Why?” “They wanted a boy. They were promised a boy, but they got the disappointment of me. They wanted to kill me but doctors said it’d be a miracle if I lived six months. They couldn’t handle the stress so they started to drink and do drugs. My older brother didn’t know about any of this. They only beat on me because I wouldn’t let them hit Prince. I hid my scars from him and was always happy. He didn’t know how bad it was, even after he saw me in rehab. Then one day, they didn’t show up anymore. By the time I was six months I was in Loving Hearts. I grew fast so by the time I was a month old they started beating on me because I was about the size of a five year old. I went through several growth spurts like that. Doctors say that this is as tall as I’ll get though. Four eleven and stuck at that size. So close to five feet and yet so far.” She laughed a bit. Why was a girl her age caring about these types of things? Why did her parents do this to her? Mike got back into the car, mad and disappointed. “Told ya” Lily said as she put back on her shirt and hoodie. “So?” she asked. “So buckle up. You’re staying with us.” “Yeah!” she yelled in pure joy. “Wait! Anymore huge secrets we should know before we start moving?” Tony asked. “None that can’t wait.”

Notes

Thanks for actually reading this crap I call a Fan Fiction.
~That Noob