What was there to say. He was right. I pondered what Lorne said as I lay there, tubes and bandages and hospital blankets and whatever else surrounding me. My father, Daemon, beat us all the time. As far back as I could remember, he was hitting me or spanking Lorne or slapping my mother. I miss Mallory a lot, but, at the same time, I hate her for leaving me alone with that disgusting bastard. Why would she leave us? How could she run away knowing that Lorne and I were still with him? Why would she leave us there all alone with no one to protect us?Why? When Mallory disappeared, I was left to watch over Lorne all by myself. We had no guardian angel. I had to be. I sheltered him as best I could, but it was impossible to hide all the violence from him. I'd sit and watch him shake at dinner, so afraid that he'd do something to set Daemon over the edge. It hurt me so much. I was too little to really understand, but I knew enough. He shouldn't have had to shake like that. I was so little, but my instincts were good enough. “Be quiet,” I'd tell Lorne,”And Daddy won't get mad at you. Just do what he says and be quiet, okay?” Lorne would nod his head, and I'd cradle him in my arms. If Lorne ever did anything wrong I willingly took the blame for him—and the pain. After a few years of this, Daemon had nearly completely stopped laying a hand on Lorne. Lorne was the good one; he never caused any problems. I was the troublemaker. Dad punished me accordingly. The beatings got worse and worse, but I didn't care so long as Lorne was safe. Daemon hardly ever looks at him anymore, except to praise him for being his perfect, favorite son during those few times when he is a happy drunk. Emphasis on the “few.”
I suggested once that Daemon get help, that he put down the bottle. He shoved me so hard that I hit my head against the corner of the wall and passed out for two days. Lorne tried to wake me, but he couldn't; and he was much too young to have a license. He didn't know what to do, so he just covered me with blankets until I came to on my own. Ever since that day, it takes almost nothing for me to unleash my father's rage. But at least Lorne is safe...
Safe, yes, but I know it's still taken a toll on him. How do you watch your sister get beaten within an inch of her life and get out unscathed? It just doesn't happen that way. He's grown more and more withdrawn. I never imagined when I warned him to be quiet that he would end up like this. Lorne's like me, pretty good at hiding everything in public, but I know it has to be tearing him up inside. Sometimes I feel like he's hiding things from me. I worry about him constantly, but I don't really know how to handle this. I don't know how to save him from everything. How do you protect a lamb from the Devil? I just pray Lorne get's out of this town before his demons destroy him forever.

Notes

Hey, y'all! I know this one was pretty short, but I just wanted to give a little background and set the stage for some events way down the road. Hope you're enjoying!
This is the point where the story really begins, so hang on! I've got this whole thing planned out...well, enough to last me a really long time; so there's so much more to come, and you should stay around!
Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful week, Lovies.

--Lalagirl1995 <3