A broken fairytale

Elizabeth has a normal life, with normal friends. When she one day meets Liam, she grows very close to him very fast. But Elizabeth's life isn't as normal as it seems from the outside, making her relathionship with Liam a far more dangerous thing.

**Takes place after they split up**:)

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The next few days where exhausting. I was so nervous about going to Liam’s house, but at the same time, it felt like one of the most natural things in the world. So, even though I was really nervous, that wasn’t what freaked me out. No, what freaked me out was that I had not told my parents. I knew I should have, and all the hours I should have spent focusing on school ended up being used to try coming up with a way to tell them. But I just couldn’t. I think my mom might have approved of him in a heartbeat, but in the end, it wasn’t her opinion that mattered. Also, telling them about Liam mend telling them about my trip to the hospital and that was not an option.

When Friday finally came up I knew what to do. I packed up my books and headed for the parking lot. As I opened the main door I spotted Candra walking over to her little blue Asta.

“Candra, wait up!” I called out as I ran after her.

“Hey Liza.” She smiled when I reached her.  

“I was just wandering, can I tell my parent I’m hanging out at your place tomorrow?”

“Sure.” She looked at me for a few seconds.

“But why? Aren’t you meeting with Liam tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t told my parents yet. Don’t want them freaking out over nothing.” I forced a smile and tried to look as though that was really the problem.

“That’s fair, but spare me the details.” She blinked at me before she got into her car and I took a relieved breath. I turned and walked opposite the parking lot and around the school to follow the road home. It took just about 10 mins before I reached the big yellow brick house I called home and the hardest part of my plan. I would have to lie to my parents.

***

“I’m home!” I called as I opened the front door.

“In here!” I heard my mom call from the living room. I put my shoes up and went into the living room. My mom was sitting at the coffee table, papers spread all around. She looked tired from all the work, but even when she wasn’t working I had always though she looked small and fragile. As if all the years of living in this house had made her into nothing more than a shell. She looked up at me from her papers and smiled.

“Good that you’re here already, I have to redo all of these memos till tomorrow and your dad ’ll be home in an hour. Would you mind helping with dinner?”

I thought about the ton of exam prepping homework I needed to do for tomorrow. But then I thought about how badly my plan would go if there wasn’t dinner on the table when my dad came home.

“Sure thing mom. I’ll just put my stuff in my room real quick.” I threw my books on my crooked bed and returned to the kitchen. After an hour, on the minute, my dad entered the front door. The screeching of the floorboards rung down the hallway almost as a warning to me and my mother. My mom packed away the rest of her memos and came into the kitchen to greet my dad.

“Hello darling, how was your day?” My mom said as she gave my dad a kiss on the check. “Quite fine my dear.” He said and looked over at me. My mom might look small by herself, but next to my dad she was even smaller. He was not much taller than I was, but with his gigantic belly and thick beard he reminded me a lot of a brutal old Viking. He was not anyone, if you walked pass him on the street, whom you would regard as anything special. On the contrary, he looked all aspects of normal, was it not for the menacing and cruel look he always seemed to have in his eyes.

“I see you’ve made dinner Elizabeth, it smells lovely.” He said and sat down at the dinner table. “Thank you sir.” I said and followed my dad as he sat down at the table.

When dinner was over and my mom and I had finished with the dishes, we went to join my dad in the living room. Normally I would have disappeared into my own room by now, but I still had to ask my dad if I could go to Candra’s house. When we entered the living room I saw my dad standing in front of the old television, papers and a now torn apart remote in front of him on the coffee table.

“Doug, sweetie, what are you doing?” My mom asked carefully.

“This old rubbish won’t turn on! And right in the middle of the biggest game of the season!” He threw a battery from the remote hard on the ground and it rolled away from him, almost like it was trying to escape.

He sighed. “Don’t just stand there Elizabeth! Help me out and go fetch it!” He snared and I hurried over and grabbed it. This was just my luck. I would have to ask my dad now if I could go to Candra’s house. If I waited until the television was working again, I would be kicked out of the room before I even got a change.

“Here you go.” I said and handed him the battery. He started working again and for a few seconds I just stood there, not able to get the words out. He looked at me.

“Why are you just standing there?” He asked briskly.

“I, uhm. I was wondering if it would be okay if I could maybe go to Candra’s house tomorrow? ” I rambled. My dad didn’t even bother to look at me.

“You can, if you can ask me probably. You know I hate when people mumble.”

“Yes, uhm, of course.” I said. Why couldn’t I just ask him?

“Would it, uhm, be okay if I, uhm, went to Candra’s house tomo-“

Before I knew it I felt the impact of my dad’s hand as it collided with my chin. My head jolted, and I felt as though it fast being torn into a million piece. My hand automatically went up to my cheek and I could feel my skin burning. My dad was now standing right in front of me.

“Try again.” He simply said. I could feel tears starting to form, but I knew that if I started crying I would earn myself another slap. I gulped.

“Can I go to Candra’s house tomorrow sir?” I asked and tried with all the will I could muster to keep looking into my father’s eyes.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He said and turned back to working on the remote. A few seconds went by where all was quiet.

“Be home by six.” He said without as much as a glance in my direction. I took this as my cue too leave and as I turned I looked into my mother’s eyes. It looked like she was trying to apologize on my father’s behalf but I ignored her and walked into my room. 

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