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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When I finally came home I threw myself over my chores. Being with him had been one of the easiest things I had ever done, which made leaving him that much worse. 
I kept on working but I couldn't keep myself from thinking about Liam. How he had made me laugh. How he had never pushed me about telling more. How he had kissed me. Deep and passionately....
"Hannah!" 
I Jumped, spilling the soup I had just taken out of the microwave.
My mom turned the corner to the kitchen. She looked like a mess. She was balancing several folders on top of her briefcase and her hair was all over the place. 
"Mom what are you doing home already?" I asked as I grabbed a dishtowel to clean up the floor. 
"Oh thank God!" she said, looking relieved as she saw me standing at the stove. 
"Your father said he would be home early today. He has some news he wanted to tell over dinner."  She unloaded her briefcase on the dinner table as she kept talking. "I tried to get a hold of you, but I couldn't so I asked Sidney to cover for me so I could leave early."

I thought about the phone I had thrown in my room.

"But since I'm home already I could help you prepare the rest?" She said almost nervously. 
"Sure."  I said and even managed to smile back at her. 
It had been a long time since I had actually spend time with my mom, but it showed out to be all right. We talked about what I would do now that I was done with school and gossip that was circling at her work. Time passed so fast I was almost surprised when I heard the door smack. 
My dad came into the kitchen with a grimace some might think of as a smile dominating his face. He was wearing his grey suits with a black tie. This was his most expensive outfit and it made me hopeful that his news was indeed good news. 
My mom rushed over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Hello my dear, welcome home." 
"Hello Evelyn." he said and smiled the smallest of smiles. Then he looked over at me and the smile disappeared. 
"Hannah" He said and nodded to me. 
"Welcome home dad." I said. 
His eyes darted to the dinner table and he smiled as he went to take a seat.
"This is indeed a dinner worth celebrating with." he said as he started to load mashed potatoes gravy and pork chop onto his plate. My mom and I each took our seats, my mom to my dad's right and me on the opposite side of the table.

"So, as I said earlier, I have very good news. Alaster is finally retiring and I have been appointed the new head of department!" he said. My mom smiled so wide I was scared her face might rip. 
"Oh well isn't that lovely." she beamed at my dad who had returned to shovelling food onto his plate. 
"It is indeed. I am to start on Monday. You should have seen Vernon's face when it was announced! Never in my life have I-" 
It knocked on the door.

My dad looked immediately annoyed at the interruption and my mom quickly stood from the table. She left the kitchen and I heard her open the front door. I couldn't hear who it was but it sounded extremely rushed.

Then it stopped and I heard steps retrieve to the kitchen. 
"I'm sorry deary, but this young man insisted on seeing Elizabeth right away." my mom said as she came back into the kitchen and a second after my heart dropped. There stood Liam, looking as perfect as he had when I had left him earlier. Only now he looked just as miserable as I felt. He spoke before I had time to stop him. 
"I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner sir, but I really need to talk to Liz.”  He looked directly at my dad as he said this, and the way they looked at each other made my stomach turn and my heart curl. Like I had been balancing on the edge of a cliff all of my life and now I was plunging into inevitable darkness.
"Excuse me, but who in the world are you?" my dad asked as he put down his cutlery. 
"I'm Liam, Liz’s boyfriend."  

No. no, no, no, no.

I had been sure that my rejection of him earlier had been enough to scare him away. Apparently, I had been horribly mistaken. 

"Her what?!" My father glanced at me for just a moment and I knew at once that I would have no place to run. 

"Her boyfriend sir. I'm really sorry to interrupt your dinner, really, but I need to talk to her." 
My dad stood up and took a step towards Liam. 
"You will leave this house, and you will do so immediately.”

My dad stood towering almost a head taller than Liam, and yet Liam didn’t falter. I had to admire him for that. But that didn’t change the fact that I still sat, paralyzed to my very core, desperately wanting to scream at him to get out. To run out of my father’s reach as fast as he could. 

“DISAPPEAR!” he roared. “And don’t ever come near my daughter or this house again.”

Finally, Liam took a step backwards. He looked into my eyes, and I could see he was trying to apologize, even though he had nothing to apologize for. It had been my fault. My fault that I had tried to keep him a secret from my father. I had known the consequences of it. When I was 7, I had accidently ruined a family sculpture whilst playing around in the living room. I had tried to hide the pieces at the bottom of the garbage. When he had asked me about it I told him I had no idea about what could have happened to it. For the next two weeks my mom wrote me a sick note for PE classes, telling that I had fallen down a set of stairs and hurt my leg and I needed to take it easy for a while. I remember trying to hide myself, make myself invisible everytime my dad came into the room, just like I was trying to do now. 

My mom followed Liam out and locked the door behind him. When my dad finally turned his attention to me, several moments had passed, and yet my mom hadn't returned. The only sound filling the kitchen was the distant sound of some reality show turned to its highest. He started to take of his belt in one, slow, intiminating motion, the metal gleaming in the light like a newly polished knife. 

"I´m sorry, I know I should, I should have told you I ju- just-"

I tried to push myself further back on the chair. Tried to push myself through it so I could use it as a shield or even as a weapon. My dad grabbed my arm and threw me down on the floor so fast I didn´t manage to break the fall in time. Almost at the same time as my face hit the floor a sharp pain ripped across my back. I screamed and tried to stand or at least crawl away from the next hit. My shirt crawled up my back and the next slash hit my bare skin. I couldn't do anything but whimper this time, as I was pulled up to my feet. 

"You are not permitted to lie! You are not to be disrespectful-you insufferable little cunt!" he said as he went over to the kitchen sink. I sat half sunken over my legs as I heard him pour himself a glass of water. He came back and stood tovering above me like a God about to set free his wrath. 

"I thought I had raised you to be a proper, obedient WOMAN! Instead you run around like an insolent little girl, lying and deceiving." He pulled his belt back again readying another strike.

"How long has this been going on?" I tried to sit up, tried to resist him, something I should have done years ago, but my body wouldn't listen.

"You know-" I caughed, ripping the open wounds on my back even wider. "-what? I have the right to do as I wish, without your permission. I. AM. NOT. YOUR. SLAVE." I said as firmly as I could, finally, or almost at least, sitting upright. This time he didn't bother to hit my back. The belt hit across my chin and almost immediatly hit down my back. 

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