// Hey Everyone! :D I got a request for 3-4 pages in the comments, so hopefully when this is uploaded it will be at least 3 pages. Every chapter since chapter one has been to give you more to read. But it's going to take me 2 weeks to write a full chapter now because to write another page for Literotica equals 6-7 more pages of writing on Microsoft Word. I think ya'll are going to love this chapter. Please leave a comment, email feedback, criticism because I do read and respond to everyone. In fact I read them every time before I write. Have an awesome read. –BlessingAndCurse//
The night seemed at its darkest that day. There were no windows to get even a sliver of the bright iridescent moon. But Lily felt that it was simply the norm. Darkness always came before the true horror began.
The Spirit would not be pleased with this.
For the past few nights, all Lily did was anger him. She had gotten warning after warning. And last night was her last one. But it wasn't her fault that Nicholas chose tonight to bring his girlfriend over while she was left to lay on the living room sofa to sleep. She actually wondered if he did that on purpose just so she would get punished as she recalled him saying something earlier about how he didn't want to do that again. He knew this would happen when he brought her over.
Anger started to burn inside her chest as she thought about once again being punished for something that wasn't her fault. Only just seemed to be her fault. She already had been through enough of that. She was a good girl but was always every asshole's scapegoat. She had gotten the full brunt of that during high school when everything was going to hell.
On her fifteenth birthday, her father had been killed at the store while buying Lily a last minute birthday present. Being as she was, Ma didn't feel as though Lily didn't feel low enough already. She still remembered the horrible words he mother had said to her. "If only you weren't a demanding little bitch," she had said lowly. "Maybe he would still be alive." The words were short and to the point like a deadly weapon. And it had hits its target and twisted inside her chest. Her father had known how crazy her mother was. He would always be her knight in shining armor who came to her rescue when her mom tried to embarrass her or punish her. If he was alive, she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in now. She'd be in college getting her degree and still be able to go back to her house where she knew at least someone loved her.
But once the protection was lost, Ma had full reign to make her life a living hell. Once she was in full control over her college fund, Ma had spent every last penny on clothes, shoes, and other foolish things. Lily had no idea what she had done till came her senior year. She had asked her mom for money to pay for her enrollment fees. Ma just looked at her dumbfounded and said, "What money?"
"From my college fund." Lily exasperated. "The one dad set up for me."
"Oh." Ma said looking back at her newspaper. "You don't got no college fund no more."
Lily remembered being unable to talk for a few minutes as she tried to sort through her mind how to feel about this. When she questioned Ma about what happened to the money, Ma answered back that the college fund was used to buy whatever she wanted as payment for having to take care of Lily for the past eighteen years. A future destroyed by being someone's scapegoat.
It wasn't enough for her to have no father and no future. She also wasn't allowed any self confidence. Brandon made sure of that. Every day he would find her to make his remarks. It always started out the same. He would see her. Walk up to her. And corner her. With his height and his bulky muscles, it made it seem like she had nowhere to go. All she could do was stand there and take the insults.
One time Lily had dared to walk away and not put up with this bull shit. She had tried to push him out of her way and go to lunch. Before she could even take a step, Brandon grabbed the front of her dress and slammed her back up against the wall. For a minute she had lost her breath and was struggling for air. "Who gave you permission to walk away from me, you uppity little bitch?" he had growled in her face. He rolled his shoulders backwards which caused her to flinch. It made him seem like he was preparing himself to give her a beating. "I'll let it go this once, since it looks like you have somewhere better to be." He nodded towards the snug form fitting dress and leggings that she was wearing. He laughed to himself as he put her down and walked away. "Wearing tight clothes won't make me change what I think about you."
When she looked around her, she saw everyone looking at her outfit. She heard some mummers of "slut" being loudly whispered in the hallway. She heard wolfish laughter ring out from the guys. She saw the disgusted looks the girls gave her. Lily walked as fast as she could to the bathroom as she could and locked herself there till the bell that ended lunch rung. Another way she was one asshole's scapegoat.
Lily lay there blinking back the tears and memories that occurred. But like the tears, the memories left a cold trail behind. That was just what people could do to her. What could a Spirit do to her?
Lily repositioned her body to lie sideways on the couch. Another thought inside her head sprang forwards.
'Are you really angry at Nicholas because he could get you punished or are you just angry that Nicholas brought his girlfriend home?'
The idea disturbed her so much that she sat upright and slid over to the other side of the couch as if trying to escape her own thoughts.
That wasn't true. That woman was threatened of Lily. Not the other way around. How could she be threatened by that woman when she had no feelings for Nicholas whatsoever?
'Lies.'
She didn't like him!
'But you like the way he touches you and kisses you, making you feel like a woman instead of a girl.'
But she didn't like HIM!
Lily felt those thoughts give her a sly smile as she came into realization at what she inwardly admitted. She liked to be touched by Nicholas. She was threatened by this woman. Because when he touched her, he wasn't touching Lily. She did not like him, but she did want to be the only woman he touched. Woman. Lily smirked at herself. Like she was ever one in the first place.
She laid prostrate on the couch as a mixture of feelings washed over her. Disgust. Anger. Sadness. Happy.
Happy because that woman would be here tonight, yes. But she would never return. She would have to deal with the wrath of the Spirit for tonight. The Spirit never missed a night to possess Nicholas and write on the wall. Lily imagined the look on the woman's face as the Spirit handed her the bloody hilt of the knife. She certainly wouldn't be back after tonight.
But that was...wrong. Those thoughts were evil. She was good. She wouldn't wish that experience on anybody. Lily may like the way Nicholas touches her, but the sad truth was he had used her. Nicholas had to have a girlfriend this whole entire time he was feeling her up. Lily didn't want o be some side chick. Those kind of girls were not good at all. It was for the best that she just stepped out of the way
The only thing she felt for him was attraction. She was only glad that it didn't get any further than just kissing and touching. She wished the woman to do better than Nicholas. And she also wished for the Spirit to not be so bad tonight, at least for the woman's sake.
Lily stayed awake as she strained her ears to listen to the telltale sign of the Spirit entering the room. The slam of the door. Or even a horrified scream coming from the room. She waited and waited. It was long after midnight when her eyelids began to falter open and close, open and close, open and close. Until they finally closed shut into slumber. Not once did she hear the slamming of the upper door.
