The Rich Virgin

Preface
'YOU should leave before they come for you-'
Her mom's hands were gnawing into her shoulders making Lizzy cry; quiet tears that streamed down her cheeks unrestrained, while her look remained locked on her mom's face.
'You should go to your dad in the city.'
'My dad?' Lizzy's face turned unexpectedly unfortunate.
This was even more surprising so that her mom could see, on the grounds that the youngster she called Wilmar had some time in the past figured out how to oversee her sentiments.
Lizzy recaptured control rapidly. She despised neglecting the veil. She possibly had a good sense of reassurance when nobody could have read her mind. The cover was simply the safeguard she used to safeguard in the hazardous society in which she carried on with where an imprudent look or crazy giggling could prompt embarrassing discipline before the entire local area.
In any case, on the off chance that she was scared of her heartless 'family', Lizzy was considerably more frightened by passing on her mom to their leniency. She was unnerved by her dad as well, since he was a more abnormal her mom had escaped from seven years prior. Was her dad underhanded? Was that why her mom had fled? Is it safe to say that he was considerably more insidious than individuals who lived here?