My Lily

They heard a car coming down the road to the farm. “Get into the barn. I don’t know who this is. I’m not expecting anyone” said Clyde. Lily did as she was told. She climbed up to the hayloft where she could look out.

The car stopped and a young man got out. He walked over to Clyde and they talked. Lily could not see his face or hear his words. She knew Clyde well enough to take in his body language and he did not seem pleased to see the man. He stiffened his shoulders and balled his hands into a fist. That was always a sign for Lily to get out of his way until he cooled off. Suddenly he raised his voice, “Who the hell do you think you are kidding, you ungrateful bastard? You know harvest is over and now expect to hit me up for money. Well if you wanted money so bad, you would’ve come home to help with the harvest. You are not getting a penny.”

Lily was scared. She had never heard Clyde so angry. Even when she first came and had to learn to cook, he was not this mad. She shrank back and hoped they didn’t look up and spot her hiding. She still remembered being caught in the tree. The other man said something she couldn’t hear and then Clyde answered him back. Clyde was no longer shouting so she couldn’t hear anymore. They went into the house. She didn’t know what to do now. Better stay here in the barn, until he called her to return to the house.

She climbed down from the hayloft and finished out the chores they had started in the barn. She finished and then sat down to wait for Clyde to come after her or for the other man to leave. Soon with nothing to do, she fell asleep in the fresh hay. She awoke to someone shaking her shoulder. “Well what do we have here?” She knew right away from the look in his eyes, he was trouble. She had seen this look before from the boys at school. “Who are you?” “Funny, thought you might recognize me.” “I never saw you before.” “Not me, my dad. People say I’m the spitting image of him.” She glanced at him again and gave a small gasp. “You see it, don’t you?” “Where is Clyde?” “What I want to know little lady, is where is the money?” “What money?” “The money Clyde has.” “Ask Clyde. He doesn’t tell me about money and I don’t have any.”

He hauled off and hit Lily across the face. She was suddenly very afraid. Too scared to talk and too scared to run. She just sat there. Her face was stinging but she was afraid to cry out.

“Well, I think we can find a way to make you talk.” He began to slap her again. Then he reached up and ripped her blouse off. He leered at her breast. “Looks like Papa got himself a prize.”

Lily tried to cover herself and it only seemed to excite him more. He was suddenly consumed with such rage for his father that his only thought was to hurt her. He reacted in anger at all his father appeared to have, that should be his. The farm, money and now this young girl. He was so focused on his hatred, that he was unprepared for Lily’s sudden movement. She kicked out at him and rolled away. He immediately ran after her and shouted, “Give it up; you are no match for me. I’ll make you pay”.

The more she fought, the more he enjoyed himself. She managed to put a bale of hay between then and looked around for any escape. Suddenly, she spotted the shovel. She tried to ease toward it but he immediately caught her looking at it. He laughed and headed for the shovel. She used that distraction to run toward the back of the barn. As she reached the back door that led out to the animals, she felt a pain in the back of her head as the shovel made contact. Her immediate thought was that he was going to kill her. She was thrown off balance, reached out to catch herself, but strong arms yanked on her hair. He threw her down and kicked her in the ribs. She had trouble breathing and knew she was unable to defend herself. He lay on top of her and took her nipple in his mouth. She cried and he clamped down until she thought he would bite it off. The pain was unbearable. He laughed. “Now, I think I have your attention. If you want to save those nipples, you better lay here and take what is coming to you.”

Lily was convinced he was going to kill her no matter what she did. She was in such pain and her body was unable to fight back. She was close to losing consciousness. He slapped her again. “You are not passing out on me bitch. You are going to know what I am capable of…” He finished ripping her clothes off and savagely raped her. When he was sated, he hit her hard in her stomach and said, “Now if you want to live, you will tell me where dear old Dad keeps his money.”

Lily found it hard to talk. Her mouth was starting to swell and her lips were bleeding. She was not sure what to do. She had never seen any money. She muttered, “Don’t know” and passed out. He kicked her again in her back and walked out.

It was dark when Lily regained consciousness. She immediately remembered the man and what he had done to her. Where was Clyde? She forced herself to get up. As she stumbled to her feet, she looked outside. The car was gone. She was in so much pain she forgot she was cold and naked. She made her way to the house.