Make It Right

A/N dear Fortuna, I can only apologise for the lack of warning. To be honest, it came to me by the drop of a dime. But rest safely, it will be the only time, I promise, no more slashiness for this one.

Chapter 23. She didn’t Deserve This


Lilith lay in her bed, eyes closed tightly, trying to block out the pain throbbing through her. Keith hade lost his temper last night after Cassander left. It took him hours of yelling and screaming to build up to it, but he got there. He thought that she was sleeping with Cassander. Ha! If only he knew who was sleeping with the blond.

Now, she lay in her bloodied sheets, fat claw marks across her skin. He curled up, holding herself tightly, ignoring the sting in her crushed ribs, lashed thighs, and bruised hips. Her insides were torn. Blood seeping from her core, the red drops were absorbed by former white cotton.

Her body shook from restrained sobs. Lilith refused to cry, not for him. Not one tear in 2 years, she would not start now. As the tears started rolling she realised that he tears were not for her self, but for Tom. Keith had not ever been violent, not like this. Usually he was too drunk to get ti up at all. Tom never had that luxury.

He had gone through this on a weekly basis since he was ten till he was nearly eighteen. She had never seen pictures of Tom as a child, but she could imagine him small and delicate. Keith would stop touching her for long periods of time and usually he was too drunk to do too much damage, but she was a grown woman, but Tom had just been a little boy, and he was not made for being penetrated even if he could carry childen. He’d been a mere child!

She could not imagine. She could understand now, why he needed Cassander so much. That he could do something for him that she could not. To give a reminder that being on the receiving end was not painful and could be pure ecstasy. She knew now how much he needed that.

Through the rushing blood in her ears Lilith registered the faint sounds of her Lily, crying in her bed. She pulled herself up, clenching her teeth at the pain. Walking the five feet to Lily’s bed seemed to take forever.

Her baby lied red and puffy eyed, tears running from her beautiful emerald eyes, and leaving her cheeks lined with red streaks.

Lilith reached to pick her up, only to be receive with a cry of pain from the small child. Lilith stiffened a second before panic took hold of her fully. Instinctively, her tore off Lily’s night top. She gasped at what she saw. A large footprint, tattooed deeply into her baby’s rib cage.

“Oh my God, what has my Lily ever done to deserve this?”

Her rationality took over after spending half an hour trying to make her sleep. Finally succeeding, she headed for the shower to wash her own blood off.

Finally standing underneath the hot running water she allowed her head start working on the problem ahead; how to get Lily the medical attention she sorely needed.

It was 23:30, no pharmacies were open, and she knew better than to go to the local doctor. If she did that, Keith would come to know, and both mother and child would receive a beating far worse than anything they had ever experienced to this date.

Now that her husband was at the pub, drinking himself into oblivion, again, there was a chance for that he would be at home from work the next day with a hangover and a blazing headache hopefully. It would be a perfect opportunity to get to the hospital in London, but how to get there? Keith knew every cab and buss driver in the area, there were very few, and they spoke ever day.


She scrubbed her skin properly, like she always did after he….yeah, and gently rinsed her wounds in the water. Her womb was aching. She put a finger inside herself to inspect the damage. It was not good; she had a deep bleeding wound on her inner wall quite far up, and two smaller tearings around her opening.

Lilith gave a small yelp as the soap touched an open wound on her left forearm, where Keith had clawed her while holding her down. Her eyes opened wide. Tom, of course! He said that there would always be a man in the park.

‘…just ask the strangest guy there to show you his left forearm. If he has a tattoo of a snake and a skull, he’s the one to talk to.’ Lilith quoted in her mind.

‘Brilliant’ she throught.


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A/N. just so that it is said; i do not think that raping a girl is any more okay than raping a boy, so rest assured. my point was that it may (i say that because i have never been raped) be worse to be raped repeatedly by someone you used to truse, a figure of authoroty ,rather than a random stranger. though being raped randomly can be worse for some in the sense of that they will never feel safe. as the case is here; Toms systematic rape during his childhood and teenage years caused him a lasting mental and fysical trauma which causes himnot to function properly, while Lily's situation is completely different as she is an adult.