The Runaway Angels

This story is about these twins, Taylor, and Lily. There dad is an abuser, and they are fed up with him. They've never been in Downtown London or on the other side in five years. Melz1227, and I, Lauryn801 are very proud of this story, and we hope you like it!


3. Lily's POV

Once the blonde boy, threw his fists up in the air, I got flashbacks from the past five years. Dad only giving us bread for breakfast, and dinner during the school week, then a bigger piece of bread for the weekend. Everyday, he would beat me first, then move onto Taylor, once I was knocked out. The man that was sitting, next to Taylor, had asked her if she was okay. One of the men came over and sat next to me. He had puppy dog brown eyes, with his regular boy hairstyle.   
    “Are you okay?” He asked.
    “Yeah...just a bad memory came back,” I responded.
    “I’m Liam.”
    He stuck out his hand, and I moved my body a little. Liam made a strange face. I stuck my hand out.
    “Lily. My name is Lily.”
    “Lily...I like that name.”
    I got a shot of pain, that shot up my leg, when I stood up. Liam got up from the chair right away, and helped me sit back down. I lifted up my ankle, and noticed it was purple. I thought I had only twisted my ankle. 
    “Harry!” Liam yelled to the guy with curly hair.
    “Yeah mate!?” He responded.
    “Can you get me an ice pack from the freezer please?” 
    A few minutes later, Harry came back with an ice pack, with some paper towel over it. Liam gently set it down on my ankle. It felt good, it soothed it right away. Then everything went dark, and I went into a dream.
“LILY! GET  YOUR  BUTT  DOWN  HERE NOW!” My dad yelled.
I slowly went down the stairs, and saw Taylor  laying on the floor. Dark blood was surrounding her entire body. I ran over to her, and felt her body. It was ice cold . I looked up, and saw the bloody knife. I screamed and-
I woke up sweating, and crying. I noticed that the room was dark, and I thought I saw dad in the room. The kitchen light, was on. I heard laughter from the kitchen. I tried getting up, but I couldn’t walk. I forgot my ankle was hurt, and I lost my balance.

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