My invisible scars

2. Harassed in the bus

2. Harassed in the bus**

**Two children are playing in the garden. A boy and girl. The boy seemed older than the girl. They seemed to be siblings. They were running in the garden behind a rabbit happily.

"Catch it Lilly. Catch it" The little-known boy chipped looking at the girl who was running ahead of him.

The girl tripped and fell on her knees. She bruised both of her knees and cried feeling the pain.

The little boy who was precisely her brother worriedly rushed to her and bent down. "Oh Lilly, you hurt  yourself! Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful. You know right, I dont like to see you cry. You are my princess, aren't you" he spoke to the girl wiping her knees with the cuff of his sleeves.

The girl stopped crying. She saw her brother carefully and sobbed. "It pains Harry. It hurts" she said in her baby voice.

To which her brother picked her up on his arms and started walking. "Don't worry, Lilly. You are my princess sissy... I will take care of you. And I won't let anything happen to you. Your brother is with you always. Don't cry" **

I could not move however, a small clip played on the screen of my eyes lids. I saw two small children, a little boy and an extremely little girl probably in the age of three years whereas the boy looked six of seven years old.

I know the two of them were? 

Me and Harry as kids. He was the best brother when we were kids but now he turned into a monster. I am seventeen now, but no progress in the standard of my living! 

It was hard to move my body but I can feel them talking. I don't know why but their voices looked similar. I had cried and that was why my vision has blurred. I can't see their faces properly. The boy was walking towards me with the little girl on his arms.

As soon as they approached me, I saw their faces clearly and grasped for breathe. It was Harry and I... When we were just kids.

The recollection of the memory of my childhood created a haywire in my brain that I jolted on my place and sat straight whilst panting vigorously.

It was a dream. A dream which used to be my present some day and now that lied in my past.

My eyes were still streaming as the pain in my stomach increased after I sat on my hips. It was hurtful spotting few tiles stained with my blood gushing from my stomach. I slowly pulled the top from my sore tummy only to see two holes punctured above my navel scar.

I hesitantly trailed my fingers on my navel point. How can it be true that I was someday attached to my mother's with ah umbilical cord?

How do I believe that I am a part of my mother's body. She made me, didn't she? Then why were she not thinking before hurting me like this.

Majority of the scars on my body are given by the creator of my body, my mother. Every time Harry and I had an argument, she thrashed me. She poured all her anger, her frustration on me as if I was a punching bag.

Well I was really a punching bad. Not only my parents or brother but also the neighbours and my brother's friends practices their punching skills on me.

*Tang tang tang*

The bell ran as the clock struck twelve O' clock. My eyes widened as I saw both the clock hands pointing at the biggest number on the clock. Shit... My exam started at twelve o'clock and I was late.

I quickly got up from the floor. Avoiding the rising pain in my stomach I entered the wash room to take a quick shower. Just as I raised my right hand to on the shower, a current passed through my fingers while I recalled that my wrist was hurt too.

And when I gave it a look, my eyes blackened with weakness. There were too many blisters on my skin trailing a line from the back of my palm to the front of my wrist. My fingers looked like a witches fingers with the skin around the phalanges bulging out with red fresh blisters that would pop up with even a little bit pressure.

However I have to keep aside my pain. If I want to reach school quickly then I have to forget all my agonies and concentrate.

Within fifteen minutes, I was ready. Tying my hair into a pony I stuffed a book, my pen pouch, the old writing board that I received from my brother in the beginning of the new semester and ran out of the house towards the bus stop.

My brother was given a brand new Audi to drive to the school. And here the only vehicle I had, my bicycle, it was broken by my brother and thrown away. After that my parents never bought me anything in the name of vehicle.

My parents have stopped buying me anything new except few pairs of clothes in every six months that too because they don't want our relatives to think I am a pig. They want to maintain their status everywhere. Thry give me a pocket money of fifty dollars for the whole month.

I have to manage my meals as well as my travelling fair within that fifty dollars only.

I tried doing a part time job in a coffee shop but thanks to my brother, he manipulated the owner and got me kicked out of there. He told him that I was a prostite! A famous p********e and the owner would not want his coffee shop turning into a place of p**********n. And the I owner fired me. The money that I had made while working for whatever days I could, Harry snatched it from me.

That was the first time he called me with a name. And that was the first time I remember, I cried hysterically hugging him tight with the hope that he would stop being cold to me.

I had held his legs begging him to be my old brother, my protective brother who hated my tears. But all he did was kicked me aside and walk out saying, "I will hate you more and more. And make your day and night hateful. I won't let you sleep nor stay peaceful ever until you are alive, Lillian. I hate you that much"

The bus came, immediately hopping up the bus I sat on one of the empty seats. When the conducter came to make a ticket for me, he slightly brushed his fingers on my shoulders. "Uh here is the money for the ticket" I hesitantly forwarded him the money knowing that he would clutch them and pinch on my thumb.

"Thank you, honey bun" Surprisingly he took the money without doing anything nonsense with me.

I was still shocked with it that I was thinking about him again and again. Suddenly the bus came to a stop and due to inertia he fell on my body. His palm was right above my right breast. I felt disgusted when he squeezed it harshly under his palm and got up.

"I am sorry" he chipped straightening his uniform as he witnessed the other passengers eyeing him suspiciously. "I am sorry, dear. It was because of the sudden halt. I am sorry" I could not react anything but gulp my tears in disgust.

I can't do or say anything as this guy was Harry's friend. His name is Bunny, a middle class guy who once met Harry while I and he was travelling to the school together when his car was at the service.

This guy always flirted with me. So that day when he tried touching my fingers, I quickly complained the same to my brother. This guy was scared predicting to be killed by my brother as he was glaring him hard.

But much to my surprise, Harry became friends with him and allowed him to do anything he wanted with me. And he also gave him the permission that if I did anything against him or tried to attract the crowd towards us than he would just end up killing me.

That was the second time I realized that my brother would go any limits to hurt me. That day he just gave appreciation to a future rapists.

Don't know when did my stop came. It came usually few minutes earlier than the current time. The driver was a very good man. I wished him a good morning before getting down on the stop that was just three minutes away from my school.

While running towards the path of the school building, I glanced my wrist watch. s**t it was 12.30 pm, I was late.

Tbc...

(Her brother is cruel. Don't you think Lilly should fight him back? Do comment and follow if you like the chapter)