*Lilith*

The document said that her father was an alcoholic, and that her mother was in rehab for drug addiction.

That plus her hospital records, told me enough.

Silvia was being abused.

Or at least ik looked that way. Maybe I was wrong, but I would rather I show up and be wrong, then for me to let it be, and have Silvia even more hurt.

I went to my bedroom again, and changed in a more suitable outfit. Aka, something that wasn't a robe.

I put on black clothes, grabbed my glock 19 gun with a few magazines, some knifes, and my phone as well.

I quickly attached my gun holster to my pants, and put my glock in it. I then covered it with a semi long hoodie. (A/N you can imagine her in whatever you like)

I half ran towards my garage, and got inside my Rezvani Tank, which was a bulletproof car. And in my opinion was one of the best car's I had.

I opened my garage door with a button on my house key's, and drove like a maniac to Silvia's house. I took traffic lights more like suggestions, and I almost squished a few people who didn't get out of my way.

Even though it was in the middle of the night, I was surprised at how many people were out and about. Shouldn't they be sleeping or something?

Anonymous had send me Silvia's address, and because my brain was trained for these kinds of things, I had automatically remembered.

I just hoped nothing too bad had happened.

13 Minutes later, at the edge of the city, I entered a side road that immediately gave me creepy vibes. Everything around me was old and rusted.

At the absolute end of the road sat a warehouse, that looked like shit. Whomever thought it was a good idea to have a warehouse in this kind of place was stupid as hell.

The house that google maps said was Silvia's house was on the right, and looked like a house from a horror movie. Poor Silvia seriously lived here?

Some windows were shattered into a thousand pieces, and the too dry paint was cracking in multiple places. The moonlight wasn't helping making it look less scary.

I made sure that I was prepared for a fight if it came down to it, pulled my hoodie over my head, and got out of my car. I strode to the door, and knocked.

I heard a man screaming at someone, but I couldn't hear what he said. I did hear that he sounded pissed though.

The door opened and there stood Silvia.

She looked as if she got run over by a few busses. Her face was battered and bruised. Her arm looked broken, and her clothes were ripped.

She gaped at me, shock written all over her face. She slowly shook her head, and stepped back.

"Why hello darling" I said, smiling, and strutted inside as if I didn't even know her.

The lights in the hallways were flickering, and the floor boards were creaking. Despite all that, there wasn't an inch of dust to be seen, and everything just looked clean.

Silvia still stood in the doorway, still gaping at me. Then she grabbed my arm and tried to drag me out of the house. Her eyes were wide, but filled with determination to get me out of there.

To be completely honest, I wanted to get out of there as well. But I wasn't leaving without Silvia.

I shook her off and carried on walking down the hallway towards what I could only assume was the living room. When I entered the room, I saw that it was the same as the rest of the house.

I saw a man with ginger hair leaning against a table. And guess what? He was drunk as shit.

"Who are you pretty princess?" He said, slurring his words, a disgusting smile on his hollow face. So this, must be Silvia's father.

"Princess? Bitch, I'm a queen." I said, and strode towards him.

His smile fell, and he scowled. He tried standing on his own two feet, but he stumbled so he grabbed the back of a chair to steady himself.

I half turned to look at Silvia, who still stood in the hallway, looking scared shitless. I hated seeing her this way.

"Is this the dude who hurt you like that?" I asked her shrugging a shoulder at the man. I needed to know if it truly was him. I mean if it wasn't and I killed him, then I would only do more damage.

She looked at her feet, then at the guy who was now trying his best not to pass out, then back at me.

"Yes." She said, the first word since I arrived.

"Pack your stuff girl. I'm getting you out of here." I said, and gave my full attention to the asshole who hurt my friend. I heard her running up some stairs. Good, she might not like this part.

Damn, I only knew her for two days and I was already acting like I knew her for years. But no one should have to go though these kinds of things.

"YOU ARE NOT TAKING MY SLUT YOU BITCH" The guy screamed, spitting all over the floor, looking outraged.

"Shit happens. I mean look at your face." I shrugged, and grabbed my knifes.

He almost became even paler, if that was even possible, and he swayed.

I strode towards him, smiling faintly. No doubt he thought I was an absolute psychopath, but I didn't really care.

Just when I was ready to attack, he passed out and crumbled to the floor. I let out a snort of laughter. Wow, that was an easy fight.

I checked if he was really passed out and not faking it. I had some people fake it before, they were dead now so it didn't matter that much though.

I grabbed his arm, and dragged him outside. Before I went outside, I pulled the hoodie over my head, making sure that it wouldn't fall off. That way people couldn't recognize my face.

He was dang heavy, but eventually I got him inside the trunk of my car. I had made sure no one was watching, but in this place, I seriously doubted these kind of things hadn't happened before.

I tied his heads together with a rope I always had stashed in my car's, as well as his ankles. Then I gagged him.

Oh my god you dirty minded people, this isn't bdsm. I am just keeping him to kill for later.

I slammed the trunk shut and went back inside. Just then, Silvia opened a door on my right, revealing that she had a small bag in her hands.

"Are you ready?" I asked her and she immediately nodded.

We walked towards my car, and we got in. When we were fully seated, and buckled in, Silvia said,

"What about my father?"

I stilled for a moment, and decided I was going for the truth. Then I said flatly,

"I have him tied in the trunk."

Silvia gasped, and then started crying.

"Are those happy tears, or 'omg I hate you so much' tears?" I asked hesitantly. Oh my god I screwed up so bad.

Then to by surprise Silvia started laughing, while still sobbing uncontrollably.

"You crazy bitch." She said smiling, and I started laughing as well. She wasn't lying about that.

"Soo, we're good?" I asked. If she wanted him happy and alive she just had to tell me. This was her call.

"Yeah. We're more than good." She said, and started crying even more. I started crying as well. Ugh we were such emotional bitches.

I wiped my eyes, and started the car. Then I started driving back to my house. I did take some detours, and I made triple sure that we weren't being followed before we arrived. You know precautions and all that.

When I pulled up to my house Silvia gasped. She hadn't stopped crying, and tears were still streaming down her black and blue face.

"You live here?" She asked, her voice raspy.

"Yep" I said and drove into my garage.

"Wait, what about your parents? What will they think?" God. It was such an innocent question, she had absolutely no idea what it did to me.

"My parents are on vacation to Hawaii. They won't know, don't worry." I lied easily. I trusted Silvia, but I only knew her for literally two days.

"Oh ok." She said.

We got out of the car, and she once again gaped at all my car's and the luxuries that came with it.

"Your parents are really damn rich" She said flatly, and I smirked.

"Nah, my parents were broke. I'm the one with the money." I said. Half truth half lie. My parents were indeed broke when they were still alive. But they're dead so yeah.

We walked further inside, leaving Silvia's father in the trunk. I'll get him later. Silvia looked wide eyed at the inside of my house.

"Silvia. Be completely honest with me." I said stopping, and she turned to face me, nodding.

"How injured are you? Should we go to the hospital?" No way was I letting her stay here if she was injured. Silvia started crying again, and shook her head.

"No one has ever bothered to care" She said, when I looked confused.

"But no, I'm fine. I don't have to go to the hospital. I'm not bleeding anywhere, and everything internal is just fine." Silvia reassured me.

"100% sure?" I asked as she nodded.

"All right then. Would you like a tour of the house or would you rather just rest?"

"I think I kinda want to rest." She said, and I led her up to her room.

The room I gave her was the one next to mine, and was just as huge and luxurious. So I liked luxury, schoot me. Silvia dropped her bag in a chair, and surveyed the room. Then she turned to me.

"Thank you." She said softly, and I hugged her, making sure I didn't touch any of her injuries.

"The bathroom is over there," I said, pulling back smiling.

"Good night Silvia."

"Good night Lilith." She said back. Then I turned and walked out.

It was still the middle of the night, but instead of going straight to my room and sleep for another decade I went to the kitchen. I prepared some food for Silvia, and then went back upstairs.

I left the food at her door for when she woke up, and went to my room.

After I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, I grabbed my phone and plopped onto my bed.

I tried to call Kelly, as she had been just as worried about Silvia as me but she probably had her phone turned off. I send her a message, telling her that Silvia was alright, and to call when she felt like it.

Then I fell into an endless abyss of darkness called sleep.

A/N

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