Free Running

Cos we are broken. What must we do to restore our innocence and all the promise we adored? Give us life again, cos we just want to be home. [paramore]

 

As the rain begins to fall, drenching each and every piece of my skin; my clothes, I head towards my fathers home. A few blocks north is all. I carry the broken lilac in my hand, admiring each lavender petal. I can’t even explain to myself, the fondness I’ve grown for this flower.

 

I walk through puddles, as the rain hardens. I close my eyes, a weak smile forming, stretching my cheeks. Drown away the sorrows. Soon, I’d be a part of this rain. Washing away; free running. Soon, my problems would be in the past and I’d have no worries. Soon.

 

The walk was short, probably due to my wandering thoughts. I ended up at the end of the driveway which led to a large brick house. My true home. I notice a small white car parked on the street; unfamiliar to me.

 

“Lilly?” I hear, a faint call over the roar of the now pouring rain. “Lilly, come in side!” My father, worry already clear in his voice. I sigh, chuckling a little as I focus on the porch. There stands the tall, overly tan, balding man I call Daddy.

 

“Coming dad!” My feet break out in a jog, through monstrous puddles as I head up the walk way. He greets me with a towel, wrapping it around my body as soon as I’m within arms length. “Didn’t I tell you to drive when it rains?” He asks, giving me a half grin. “It wasn’t raining when I left.” I lie, smiling back at him.

 

So maybe Mark wasn’t my only friend. It will always be true, I do have my father. He leads me inside, and I slip right out of my shoes. “Who’s car is outside?” I ask, running the towel through my milk-chocolate-colored hair. My dad bites his lip and without speaking, answers my question.

 

I close my eyes, rolling my head back, in a gesture of displeasure. “I thought you might want some company now that Mark’s gone.” My dad says, trying too hard, as always. That’s the thing about my dad. He thinks my lack of friends is an issue; something that needs to be fixed. I’m too independent to please him.

 

His efforts are appreciated, but useless. The only teenagers that he knows, apart from myself and step-brother, happen to be the most annoying, most outrageous, most cynical boys the world has known. The one good thing that comes from their family is their father; my fathers boss.

 

“Could you try, for me?” My dad asks, shooting me the deadliest puppy-dog eyes he can manage. I groan, wondering how many casualties he’d have to reconcile for in the near future. “Thanks Lilly, I promise, it wont be terrible!” His childish excitement comes in bursts, explosions. It makes me remember how he’s so easy to relate to, besides the obvious DNA connections.

 

I follow my father into the living room, towel securely wrapped around my shoulders, wondering what comments I’d receive from our personal peanut gallery. First in view comes Adam, his entirely fake blonde hair being the focal point. I’ve never known a boy to dye their hair as much as he has. It makes me wonder how many more times before it all begins to fall out.

 

His attention is turned to me, at once and a smirk, instantaneously, is visible. “You owe me.” I whisper to my dad as we part. He continues, to his study where I assume his guest awaits him. I remain still, arms crossed and towel intact, wondering what to say to two boys I cannot stand, while remaining polite. I don’t see many options.

 

My eyes flicker over to Jessie, the quieter of the boys. Truly, he isn’t so bad. His annoyance comes in how friendly, to the point of obsession, he is. His grin is sincere, unlike his brothers. His brown hair is straightened today; it’s usual curls hidden, much like his eyes.

 

“Did Little Lilly pick her Lilac?” Adam asks, putting on a baby face, mocking the flower I continue to hold in my hands. I refuse to look him in the eye, or respond to such a comment. “Adam, cool it.” Jessie comes to my defense, as if I needed one. I walk over to the lazy boy, and sit. I might as well please my father, it’s the least I can do for him.

 

Adam gives up, before his true ability has even been used. He begins beating a tune against his thigh, absentmindedly. Jessie focuses on the show playing on the set. I focus on my lilac, thinking of how unimportant I am to this world, how underestimated I’ve been, especially these past few months.

 

Little Lilly. That’s what I’m known as, by most. I’m 17, not so little, if I may say. Misjudgment is all around me; that I’m sure of. So, I’m not that strong, and physically I may be a little small.. it doesn’t mean I’m defenseless, child-like. No matter how my past has shaped me, I’ll be able to fight my own battles in my future.

 

02

Author's Note

Please, tell me your likes and dislikes. I'd love to grow. I'll be the seed if you'll be my water.

Reviews

[Ray]

Just get the next part up here !!!! ;)

[Norma M Sutton]

This sounds like a really good start to a interesting story.

[Kristee]

So far, I'm liking the story, and I'm looking forward to reading more of the chapters. I really do find myself wondering, "What's going to happen next???" I like the lilac being a focal point and I'm curious as to what it will symbolize as the story goes on. Needless to say, I want MORE! :)

[Farrah Grahm]

This is fine. Its a good beginning im just still anxious to know exactly what's going on in this story.
Great job, keep going

[anneliese]

i really liked this. i didnt find anything wrong with it, but i also wasn't looking very hard. Great Job!!