Mistakes... by Lauren Colman (knowledgeable books to read txt) 📕

Lillie ann and sammie may were not best friends, they had never been friends, ever since a young age. They both shared the same golden blonde hair and frosty grey eyes, people would think they were related from their looks which were so similar. But they had such different personalities, lillie was a shy girl who didn't have any friends and sammie was one of the few that tortured her life, she didn't have the greatest home life either. Lillie hated her life, she had an abusive father and a drunken mother who was rarely around, an older step brother who did what he pleased with her but yet she managed to stay on the brighter side of life.
Sammie was a loud, very popular girl who had parents that would spoil her all the time but they weren't around a lot, she could be quite cold hearted at times.

Lillie had angel kisses over her face, a straight nose, long golden blonde hair which was never tied up in any form, she was about 5'3 and very curvy but didn't eat much. She did have eating problems, she starved her self because she believed and took to the heart every hateful comment said to her. She could be very emotionally unstable.

Sammie was the opposite, she could be a cruel bitch, she bullied other girls, but lillie was her favourite target. She was 5'3 and curvy but she ate like a pig but because she was top dog, nobody ushered a word as they feared her.


Lillie


I tucked my frayed blonde hair behind my ear then nervously looked around, breathing out a sigh I realised my brother wasn't around, I tugged my thin faded blue hoodie on then prepared myself for the long walk to school. It was winter, snow had settled on the ground, trees stood bare, the icy bite was deadly. All I hoped was that I could make it to school before anybody decided to white wash me, It happened last winter and the experience was one of the most distressing I had been through but I have been through a lot worse, as there are so many secrets that nobody know. I grimaced at the memory.

I closed my mouth, the weight was getting heavier, I felt strangely warm and my whole body tingled, then it hit me, all I could see was white and the pressure was getting to me. The iciness chilled my bones, shivers racked my body but then I started to worry. I had stopped shivering. That meant my body couldn't attempt to keep me warm, I felt like needles were being stabbed into me everywhere then darkness came. My brother pulled me out, all I saw was his blurred face and his raven black hair shining brightly, he carried me home, kicked the door open, refusing to let go of me. Dumping me on his bed, he peeled my wet damp icy clothes off me, a rushing of water echoed down the hallway. He slid me in the bath, but stayed in the bathroom, his lustful eyes lingered all over my body. I felt so numb that I couldn't move at all, later that night he kept me in his bed and refused to let me go...

I stopped thinking about the memory there as it got worse, my life was hell, I couldn't escape.
Mark treated me awful but I didn't say a word, at first it was " accidental" like him touching my thigh or breast but then the would ask me to join him to watch a movie in his room. I wasn't that frightened of him, it was my father, he would hurt me if I gave mark any hassle. Mark use to stroke my thighs, soon his hand began to linger further up my leg. It was frustrating, I was too frightened to mention a word, the first time hurt like hell. He played with the edge of my panties then forced his fingers inside of me, he seemed to enjoy that, he stopped tracing his hands up my thighs and just got straight to the point. He would try all different things, he was dirty minded, it made me feel worthless and filthy. He tried lubricating his fingers with his saliva a few times then forcing them inside of me. I got "honeymooners disease" a few times, a fever, dull aching in the bottom of my back and it burned when I peed.


Time at home was hell and so was the time at school.

I had to admit, I was jealous of all those pretty girls, who got good grades, had all the money in the world and didn't go the things I went through. I only had one friend, that was sammie, she refused to be seen round school with me but later was a different matter, when I was younger, I always use to sneak off to her house whilst my parents abused each other. She lost a lot of weight, got rid of her bad case of spots and after dragging herself to the top, she was now part of sammies "posse".
Later when I came home, I could hear their loud moans from the bedroom, they didn't even bother to ask where I had been. My step brother Mark was a different matter, it seemed like his life goal to have me, but I never saw him in a way like that. He was a year older than me, he was adopted and was the trophy child, he had black hair and blue eyes. He was now seventeen, he still treated me like a child but my upbringing was retarded, he treated me like a child but the things he did to me... Well haunted me, my secrets were too shameful to tell anyone. What would they think? Sammie was called slut, whore and all sorts when she lost her virginity when she was almost fifteen but I had lost it when I was younger than that. Practically everyone thought I was a virgin but I wasn't, the truth was shocking, I lost it when I was thirteen, I was barely fourteen and it was by my own step brother. I know he won't hurt me if I don't do what he says, he gets dad to hurt me if I don't, dad is terrifying. Six foot five, flabby muscles from when he was in the army, a hard and always miserable face, unless mark has done something good or unless he is beating me. One thing he enjoys most is flicking lit cigs at me, but he also enjoys hitting me, he has eased off now because I just give in to marks demands. I just have to accept it, I am shit in school so I'm going to end up stuck with mark but I could run away if I wanted to. But I would properly end up as one of those runaways getting caught up in gang violence, then later be found raped and dead in some alley. They never make any news unless the girl was very attractive or her parents were rich, if it was me, I would just simply vanish.

At school, I'm know as the loser freak, as I have no friends and when people try to touch me, especially boys, I flinch away. I get called all sorts but I just try to escape into my own little world as I do when I'm with mark, I show no emotion but I pretend to not care but really inside, it tears me apart slowly. It's like I have a massive tear in my chest which just gets bigger and bigger with every hateful thing said and done.

I grab my bag then venture outside, little things always remind me of what mark does to me but its awful, violent flashes of memories and it just feels like I'm reliving the moment. After a long forty five minute walk, after nine ice balls hitting me, I am finally at school. My hell.


Sammie

I felt lonely being all alone at home, my parents were at another business vacation in Tokyo, grabbing the keys to my pink land rover, I drive the long excruciating ten minute journey to school. I look out the window then see freaky lillie ann, drenched with snow clinging to her blonde hair, she looks at me with a happy face, leaving me confused. Why the hell would she be happy? I am going to make her so miserable and I just have the greatest idea.


Lillie

I felt glares aimed at me, I hid behind my hair as I got shoved into a rusty old locker "Accidentally" by sammies boyfriend, when they though I had my back turned they laughed and bitched about me. Sammie was perfect, well everyone seemed to think that, she was rich, smart, had the most popular boy as her boyfriend and a million friends. Today I had a large bruise at the left side of my face, its slightly fading as it happened friday night, father hit me because I refused to give mark a fucking blow job. I have never given mark oral sex and I don't want to. I may have been forced to do things but mark hasn't ever forced me to do anything like that before, but he is becoming older and lately he has been talking a lot about love. I think he loves me but it's so wrong, I don't love him like a boyfriend, he is my brother, not flesh and blood but a brother all the same.

Class flew by, days passed and it was finally the day I always dreaded. Friday.

I made my way to english when ammie, smiled then actually came up to me. She actually talked to me. Talked. Not insulted.
She had long black hair, which had been recently dyed, her blue eyes looked me up and down, what she wore could be hardily counted as clothing and she looked like the makeup factory exploded on her face, She was one of them, In the end it was always Them and Me.
She leaned against a locker, her pink skirt rising up to almost show her arse.
Casually she said, whilst looking at her pink nails," So sammie wants you to come to this party at hers, here is the invite and do come, everybody is invited, if you don't have a dress, I'll drop one at yours," Her manicured hand passed me a neat invite and she walked off, swaying her hips side to side. Had this just happened? I opened the invite and saw it was this saturday. I don't think mark would be happy.

I raced home, mark wasn't here, waiting at the doorstep was a neat box with a blue bow, with excitement, I pulled the bow to reveal a sparkly grey dress. A little note was inside.

Lillie

Sorry for being a bitch, hope you like the dress, hope you show sam up. Btw curl you hair, blue eyeshadow, the heels are inside as well. xoxox
Ammie

I hid the box in my closet, then got changed into my nightie as it was late already. I heard a door open then slam. He was home. I raced downstairs, almost tripping, hoping not to get him angry. He smiled when he saw me, he lightly swayed then he collapsed onto the sofa, smirking he patted the seat beside him. Reluctantly I sat, his