Contracting Lillian

AN- Before we begin reading this story, please let me notify you that this book has extreme sexual content. Please read at your own risk. There is one scene that might seem a bit goreish. I appreciate you for reading.

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I gazed numbly at the stone. The name inscribed on it made my heart pound with sadness. I had cried my tears and the black dresses and suits made it even more surreal that she was gone. I didn’t mind much of the rain. Sad days seemed to make disappointing weather. It was too bad that I was kin to her. I hadn’t spoken to her in 10 or 11 years when I had been taken away from my home. I live a gracious life now. Luxury most call it, but I call it harsh.

The preacher was speaking a verse from the Bible. “First Corinthians chapter 15 verse 42 through 44 reads: So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; and it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body…” I tuned him out and listened to the rain pouring loudly. Everyone had umbrellas, afraid to get wet.

I had a hood over my face, my head bowed. I lifted my face up as the preacher walked up and a woman stood behind the podium. She immediately started talking into the microphone.

“We are here today to say goodbye to this wonderful person. She had loved me, cherished me, helped me through the worst of the worst, and most of all she was my mother who gave me what I needed,” the woman paused and tears fell down her face as she grieved for her loss. “We must keep our mothers close to our hearts, and this means our loved ones as well. Or tomorrow they could be-” her voice broke and she started sobbing. Her body shook in complete pain. I sighed, bowing my head and letting a single tear slip down my face. A man came and grabbed the woman who could barely stand now. He helped her along, whispering things that were to comfort her.

Another person after another stood and spoke. After everyone had left to some unknown place, I still stood. Thunder howled through the sky and vibrated the ground beneath. The sun was nowhere to be found and gray clouds darkened this part of the earth. I stared at the glossy black coffin. Two men and the preacher stood, about to start lowering it. They focus on me as if they are waiting for my departure. I proceeded over to them and pulled out a bright yellow sunflower. She loved sunflowers. I remembered that bit about her. The other flowers were dark reds, blues, and blacks. Only depressing colors. I sat the yellow flower in the middle of the bunch and ran my fingers along the casket. I sighed and closed my eyes, saying not only a prayer of hope for her to find peace in heaven, but also a goodbye to the lady who had birthed me. Though, I wasn’t allowed to see her.

“Excuse me,” the preacher came up to me and looked at me. I looked into his washed-out blue eyes and pale skin. “Did you know her?”

“Yes,” I whispered it coldly, my emotions had disappeared like a switch.

“Do you know where her daughter is?” he asked, almost as if he didn’t know if I was a woman or a man.

“What is her name?” I questioned before looking back to the coffin.

“Lilllian,” he replied and the rain stopped in seconds. “Lillian Inessa.”

I looked back at the preacher and slipped my hood off for him to see. “I am her. I am Lillian Inessa.”

He looked at me, a bit surprised. “Ah, your mother told me about many things.”

“She was a good woman until I had to leave her.” I stared at the droplets on the flowers.

“She wanted me to give you this.” He pulled a letter out and handed it to me. “She had given me your address but said that she’d rather have me give it to you in person.”

“How did she die?” I inquired.

“I’m afraid that is a bit concerning to speak about. She had only a few days left in the hospital but suddenly she died.” I nodded as he continued, “She said she knew of the future.”

“Do you think someone had done something to her?” my wording faltered. This topic was difficult to speak about.

“No, no. Her health was going down after her wreck. She was going hospice but I guess life had cut itself short for her.”

I nodded again, I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I closed my eyes and slipped my hood back on before placing my hand on the casket. I turned and left, slipping into the back seat of the car.

“How was it?” my driver asked me. I stared out the window as he drove forward.

“She’s dead,” I answered blankly.

“I understand that, Lilly, but how do you feel about the certain event?”

“I feel nothing,” I stated.

“Your father should be pleased with such an answer.”

“He’s difficult,” I said.

“I know, darling. I know.”

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“Come in.”

The doors were pulled open by guards. I glanced at my father who sat in his chair, leaned back and smoked a cigar.

“Hello, my beautiful daughter.” He gave me a smile. I sat in a chair and stared at the whiskey that sat on his desk for his guests.

“Father,” I deliberately uttered.

“What has brought you here?” he quired.

“Did you kill her?” I bluntly asked, my eyes found my father's green ones. He gave me a look that told me how disrespectful I was for asking that question.

He sighed and stood. “My Lilly,” his voice held exaggerated sadness. “I would have never harmed your mother.” He gazed down at my folded hands.

“She had been in a car wreck.” I looked out the large window off to the side. “She was supposed to be in hospice but she never made it out.”

He grabbed my chin and tilted it up so I’d have to gaze into his eyes. He used to do this to me as a child. “My daughter, I will tell you that I had a deep love for your mother. Oh, how I gifted her with such beautiful jewelry and clothing. But, my business was keeping us apart. She was frightened of me and my darkness.” He pulled his hand away. “I promised her I would have never touched her in such violent ways but her father had abused her when she was a wee child. I allowed her to go her own path and I went mine. Though, I found out she had you, my little flower.” He turned, his hands behind his back which were clasped together. “I had told her to raise you till you come to the age of 12 years.”

“Except I was only 10,” I reminded him.

He sighed and turned, gazing into my bright green eyes. “I had gotten threats that someone knew of you. They lied to me and said they had you in their hands and were going to kill my daughter. I went to your mother, filled with such rage and hatred. Though, I found you playing with your kittens.”

“Yet you took me from her.” I frowned and looked away.

“I had been afraid, angel,” he came up to me and grasped my hands in his. “If they knew I had a daughter, they would’ve taken you at some point. I couldn’t let your mother see you or they would have killed her. I had done the right thing,” he explained.

“I understand, father.” I stood and went to walk away.

“Darling, you are 20 years now,” he replied, disdain obvious in his deep voice.

“Yes father, I know that I am of age for men.” I looked back at him. “I’ve known since age 18.”

“My lovely wife will seek and talk to you about the life of living with a man,” he told me.

“I don’t want anything to do with her,” I said back.

He sighed patiently. “Lillian, please just get along with her for once.”

“You are 43 and she is 30 years,” I looked at him with disgust. “She is already Enceinte.”

Now he was disappointed with me. “I must bring a boy heir to the world, you and I both understand that,” he stated.

“I should be the one who will take your place, father.” I looked at him in his eyes. “I am not weak.”

“Woman cannot take place of-”

“That’s sexist,” I spat, narrowing my eyes.

He sighed again, aggravated at my outburst. “Speak with my wife and don’t upset her, she’s quite fragile when pregnant.”

“Yes, father, I will not upset her.” I turned my back and walked away.

I knew where she would be since it was almost lunch. I pushed open the kitchen door and made a disgusted look. I quickly straightened my emotions out and walked to the island before sitting.

“Lillian!” She peered over at me.

“Hello, Casandra,” I spoke quietly.

“How are you doing?”

I wanted to smirk and tell her how I went to my dead mothers funeral but I wouldn’t. I didn’t need to joke about her in that way. She didn’t deserve the treatment. “Nothing. Father wanted me to ask you to teach me the way of men,” I replied. I got up and opened the fridge. I gazed through the food until I found a mango.

She hesitated, “Oh, goodness.”

I grabbed a knife and a cutting board before slicing it up. Soon, she was standing beside me.

“Oh, mango’s are so good. Do you want to know what I’m craving right now?” she asked me. I looked at her and blinked, not even slightly curious about the thing that was growing in her, was wanting. “Peaches,” she told me anyways after I didn’t answer.

“Yum,” I blatantly uttered.

“Men,” she stated before going back to making whatever she was before I interrupted her. “Your father was quite kind to me but he was scary too, especially when I first met him.”

“Don’t describe me father, describe other men unlike my father,” I said a bit harshly.

“Oh, well, others are complete assholes. They cheat, they’ll use you for sex, they hate when you don’t listen, overly dominate-”

“So, what you are saying is don’t try,” I looked at her closely.

“Yes, yeah actually that is exactly what I’m saying. You see, I always tried looking for a nice guy or something and they were all stuck-up assholes but when I quit looking, I found your father.” She smiled. “And that was two years ago. I wasn’t even trying to get with him but as we saw each other more and made it his plan to go out with me, we had fallen in love.”

I raised one of my brows. “You was seeing my dad before?” I was hesitant on thinking this. They had gotten married six months ago and she was already four months pregnant. I was too busy with my own life to even celebrate my father’s happiness. Instead, I was delivering illegal marijuana to people who severely needed the drug. Some of the people took it, some were disappointed I was trying to help them. That was until my father caught me. He even threatened to kill the guards that knew about the events that were taking place right under his nose.

“Yes but for a whole year it was me trying to take care of my family,” she paused. “I was too wrapped up in them to even focus on what I really needed and after I told your father about how I was going to lose my home, he swooped in and gave me what I needed.”

“Huh,” I shrugged, not really understanding why my dad liked this woman.

“Lillian?” Casandra said my name.

“What?”

“When you gaze into his eyes, how he touches you with the softest touch, and when his voice is harsh but his actions are kind and sweet, you’ll know,” she assured me.

“Sounds like something out of a fairy tale,” I exclaimed annoyedly.

“It isn’t, but when you realize you’re changing, you’re going to panic and you’ll try to fight him and yourself,” she stated before grabbing a bowl and eating from it. “Oh my gosh,” she moans and I cringe at the sound, my eyes looking at her with disgust. “This is so good. Do you want some?”

“No.” I pushed the mango slices onto a glass plate and grabbed some water before going to my room. I enjoyed the silence as I ate and thumbed through the books about old medieval day history.

A knock on my door made me sit up. I walked over to my door and opened it up, revealing my workout instructor. I grabbed the plate of mangos and followed him down into a large room. It smelt of leathers and I was content with leaving it smelling just like that.

“Put down the mango slices,” he glared.

“Do you want some?” my eyes held an innocent look.

“Go get your clothes on,” he pointed to the ladies room. I nodded, knowing I would sweat twice as much if I didn’t listen.

I had flipped through multiple matches of workout clothes. I was frowning but my face finally went solid with nothingness. I picked a straight black matching set. I put them on before walking into the room. I looked for my mango slices and cursed when I couldn’t find them.

I watched intently as my trainer walked in front of me. “Where are my mango slices?” I stared into his dark eyes.

“In the fridge,” he replied.

“Fine, get on with it.”

I had to stay on the balls of my feet as I watched his swift moves of punching. As his arm tried taking a blow at my stomach, I blocked him before punching his head. He stopped and stared.

“No frustration,” he warned.

“I’m not frustrated.” I clenched my jaw.

“You are, you’re quite tense and you keep making it seem like you want me to suffer,” he speculated. I sighed and turned away from him staring at the weights. I slipped the helmet off and boxing gloves, throwing them on the ground. I went over and started lifting weights.

“You need to keep practicing,” he said, the annoyance in his tone was defiant.

“I don’t give a shit what I need,” I spat, tired of his attitude.

He took a deep breath in slowly, keeping his temper down. “Lillian, please understand I am trying to help you.” He tried to get to me in a different way.

“I’m really not happy today, trainer,” I admitted to him.

“I see that. What did I tell you about calling me that horrid name?” he scolded.

“I don’t like calling people by their names. I’m sticking with the formals with you,” I said. I suddenly got up and was going to put another five pounds to the weights.

“Get the boxing gear back up and get your ass back on those mats,” his tone was strict and commanding. I turned to give him a sharp glare.

“Fine.” I grabbed the boxing gear and put it on.

Back to square one all over. We started with the light punches, simple. Kicking was soon out of the way. I concentrated hard on making my attacker fall. I blocked his punches and I swiftly tried to punch but he blocked mine as well. Finally, he punch my stomach, then kicked my leg which made me lose my balance and fall. I jumped back up and gave a first punch which I don’t normally do. He blocks, I kick. I distracted him. I punch his side, he goes to block but miscounts the quickness and I punch upward. I was pleased as he fell to the ground. He was lucky to have a mouth guard in.

I was pouring sweat. He glared at me.

“I said ‘no anger’,” he scolded again.

I scoffed. “I’m done!”

“Fine,” he mocked me. I threw the gear off and strode angrily out of the room to my fathers off.