Lily's POV

I walked through the hallways of school, seeing the chaos that erupted around me. Girls drooling after the bad boys, the nerds, the "don't mess with me"s, the jocks, the good boys and the rest of the stereotypical groups. I found it annoying how you had to be a certain type of person to be in a certain type of group. Not that it affected me. I was invisible. I remember the time when I was actually social. I had friends and amazing parents. However, when my best friend- yeah, I'd rather not talk about that.

Anyway, I went through the day like a flower trying to survive in the harsh, cold, winters of Antarctica. Class after class went by, and even though it brought back so many horrible memories, I found myself wanting it to never end. I knew that when it did, I would have to go back to my "home", and face the reason for my horrible life. The same thing that was once the reason for my happiness.

The only highlight of the day was English Literature class. I had always loved English Lit since I loved to read books. They were an escape from my daily life. I would usually go to the library during breaks and issue a bunch of books. Books that I would spend my free time reading.

Before I knew it, the school day was over. I walked outside, making sure my neck was covered and made my way to the devil's car. Carter Jones. The school's mysterious yet hot basketball player. With amazing looks and huge muscles, he could crush you within seconds. Unfortunately, I had been on the receiving end of his hits. What he was not known for, was being my boyfriend. He was my abuser, the murderer of my parents and at some point, the love of my life.

I was so stupid to believe him. He was the sweetest and most amazing guy ever. A year into our relationship, he turned into a psycho and started to abuse me. Soon enough, he even murdered my parents. All of that happened because of my obliviousness to his ways. My mom had tried to warn me, yet I didn't listen. Because of my stupidly blind love, I had fallen right into his trap and lost the people that I loved most in this world. My parents.

I saw Carter leaning against the car door and he growled out,"Get in!". I obliged, and sat in the car. He knew that he had to drop me at the boxing gym. Also known as my safe haven. I was not given freedom to doing many things but  Carter would always let me box and read. I had originally started boxing when Carter had started to abuse me as a form of self defense. Unfortunately, Carter works out a lot which meant that I would be hit even more if I defended myself.

Carter barely let me go out on my own. He would always be with me, even if it was the gym or the library. Whenever I was boxing, he would work out beside me, and scare off anyone who would flirt with me. He didn't allow me to do anything,  yet he himself would bang different girls every day of the week. I quickly went to the changing room, and changed into my sports bra and some shorts. I couldn't hide the tattoo on my neck because he would start suspecting things.

To hide my neck at school, I would use the completely untrue excuse; Guys try to flirt with me. In all honesty, that has nothing to do with it. I mean, you should wear whatever you like. All the idiots out there can go slam themselves against a wall. I sighed as I stared at my reflection one last time. I put my hair into a ponytail and wrapped some bandages on my hands. I then proceeded to do some shadowboxing, before wearing my gloves and attacking a punching bag.

After what seemed to be minutes, but was actually an hour, all of my frustration had been taken out completely, and transferred to the poor punching bag. I grinned in satisfaction, but it immediately dropped once I saw the devil walking towards me while lifting some weights. As he looked my way, two guys started to whistle at me and cat call. Before I could slap them upside their heads, Carter came towards me at full speed, and his face contorted into an expression of anger, as if it was my fault that these dudes were so perverted.

He came towards me and dropped his weights on my shoulders, probably leaving a huge bruise. I winced in pain but quickly walked after him after grabbing my hoodie and bag. I wore it and got inside the car. 

He locked the doors once I got in and said,"Next time I see anyone doing that,  your favorite teacher will be facing the consequences my love." I felt another weight drop on my shoulders. This time, figuratively. I shuddered at his endearment. I walked out of the car when we reached his house and quickly rushed into my room. Carter never slept with me. He would either be too busy with some other chick, or he would be in his own bed. I was extremely thankful that I had my own room, even if it was tiny. I had come to know the white walls, queen sized bed and the loose floorboard containing the few possessions of my parents that I had managed to save, as the only place within the treacherous walls of Carter's place that I could call my own.

In the floorboard, I had my moms jewelry, dad's wristwatch, a book my mother had given me and the money that I earned from my jobs at the library and the convenience store. I loved my jobs and told Carter that I was saving up for college funds whenever he asked me why I did it. He probably suspected that I was trying to run away. He couldn't be more right. I planned to buy an apartment once I graduated, and run away from this hell hole. My yearly salary was 33,000 and I had already saved up about 60,000. I didn't pay for much because Carter's parents provided for the both of us.

They thought that I was the love of his life. They would be horrified to find out that their own son was a sadistic psycho. I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. The tattoo was clearly visible, since I had taken off my hoodie. It reminded me of my past. I knew that I was "devoted" for the next two years. As long as I had this tattoo, I would never be able to move on. Thinking about the future, I awaited the beating that I would get for the events that had happened in the gym. Carter walked into my room with a belt in his hands, and I took a deep breath.

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