FICTION
Cw: Rape, Child Abuse.
“Lily” That’s what he says when he wanted to play. “Lily” he says as he touch. “Lily” he says as he kiss and “Lily” he says as he come. I remember how he came up with that name. It was summer and we visited the home of my future stepfather. His family wanted to meet my mom and my mom wanted me to meet them too, but what she didn’t know was that I’d also meet the devil in there. “You remind me of lilies” He said. “So pure, so innocent. And smells nice too” He added as he picked one from their garden. I watched his hands as he did it, and he placed it on my ear. It looked big on my 13-year old head but I didn’t say a thing. I kept watching him for there was something in him that was scary for me. But I like scary. He was danger and I knew it. I didn’t run, I didn’t even flinch, my throat went dry and no sound came out of it as tears fell from my eyes. “I love lilies” He said as he touched me. My mom was so happy when we came back from the garden, she said she’s glad that me and my stepfather’s brother is going along well.
For 5 years, he sent me lilies. Other times are delivered by mail, but usually in person. For 5 years I wondered if my mom knew, I wondered if my stepfather knew, but they would just smile at him and not say anything even when he enters my room with me. “Look at this” He said as he stands up from my bed, and picked one of the lilies he sent me. “This is what would happen if a Lily misbehaves” he added as he gets his lighter and let the flames eat the petal. His eyes always shine so bright when he does this. And he does this every time.