For Just One Moment

Enough about me....

Lizzys POV

I know it would be cliche of me to talk about myself but its important people know who I am. Now a 20 year old female, the youngest of 3 brothers, Todd, Mark and Andrew. Standing at just under 5 feet I am also the shortest in the family, the cruel joke life played on me as my brothers took every oppurtunity to remind me of my stature. I wasnt exactly thin, my moms familial genes granted me a butt, large boobs and hips (too much hips). Boys didnt exactly throw themselves at me, not that my brothers would have allowed it! I was no fan of my boring straight brown hair and brown eyes. Why couldnt I be granted one feature to make me stand out.

I was a "B" average student in high school, enough to keep me out of trouble with my parents. They didnt exactly push for me to try harder and I was okay with that. As the youngest and only daughter my parents thought I should focus on learning the female role of the household. They didnt want the idea of a higher education clouding my brain. My dad made it clear early on that women were brought into this world to serve the families and husband. There should be no time for me to daydream or fanasize and if I was caught doing so I was given more chores.

On an average day I woke up at 6am to prepare the meals for my dad and brothers, clean the rooms, start the laundry and then get myself ready for school. If I had some time I would squeeze in reading a few chapters from a romance novel that Aunt Stacey gave me. Sadly the only way to read uninterrupted was to pretend I was using the bathroom. When I would finally realize someone would become supicious I would hide it in the jacket pocket of one of my coats in the closet since I didnt need to worry about anyone borrowing my clothes.

I wasnt allowed to wear makeup so my time to get ready was cut short. My father insisted by brothers accomany me to school every day. Lucky Me! Sometimes it worked to my advantage. I didnt have to worry about being involved in sports or extracurricular activities as my brothers didnt want to waste their time with that kind of stuff. We made it to school on time every day because they didnt want to be caught dead chaperoning their sister. Right on the dot at the end of the school day one of my brothers would escort me home. The three of them took turns so they each had time for the scandulous social lives or whatever flavor of the day they were after.

Ugghh, why oh why was this my boring life. Why did I have to be punished with this life.....I mean seriously even my friends with strict parents were given more slack from their parents. And yet this was my life!!

I promised myself that one day I would have full control of my life, I even roped Aunt Stacey into helping me somehow. Anything would be better then the fate I was suffering.

So when I turned 18 I started looking into colleges as far away from home as possible. When I received my first acceptance letter my dad lectured me to no end. He told me to accept the cards I was dealt and get the idea of more schholing out of my head. He and my mom even tried to set me up with "respectable" men that would provide for me a generous lifestyle. EWW! I mean some of these men were twice my age. After the third family dinner to find me a compatible long term relationship I started faking illnesses. One can only use "Aunt Flow" or the flu so many times before your family catches on. At one point I climbed out my bedroom window and sat on the roof out of view. Not only did I get the lecture of my life, the next day my dad had bars installed on my bedroom window. Seriously, who does that! I didnt need to tell me people my address anymore, I just said look for the house with one set of bars in the window. One might ask why I didnt run away if I was that miserable? While the thought had crossed my mind, several times, I wouldnt get far. My parents knew everyone, I would ratted out in no time flat.

Thats why at age 19 I began putting my plan into full swing. Aunt Stacey would pick me up and spend one weekend a month with me working strategically to devise the plan that would set me free. After one year we had the plan well thought out, that was until Andrew decided to go with me....