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I dragged my bruised and painful body into the bathroom. I must have done something to make him as mad as he was tonight. He hasn't beaten me like this in months. Pulling myself up onto my feet, using the skin to hold me up, I take a lot at his handy work. Somehow, he had managed to control himself and hadn't left a mark on my face. I guess he remembered that tomorrow was the first day of school. I turned on the shower, wincing as the hot water hit my sore skin. I tried to block out the memories of what had just happened, focusing instead on the upcoming school year. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe I could finally find a way out of this hell.As I washed away the blood and tears, I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep up this. How long could I pretend that everything was fine when, in reality, my stepfather was a powerful mafia boss who controlled every aspect of my life. I stood there, letting the water run over my body. My mind raced with a million thoughts, his
I kneeled on the cold, hard sidewalk, frozen with fear, waiting for the men to hold up their guns and kill Brax and his friends. They had no trouble killing the other man, so why would they care about ending three more lives and then mine."move! This has nothing to do with you," one of the men yelled at Brax. One of Braxs friends placed his hand on his back. As he did, he lifted his shirt, revealing a gun. He didn't pull it out; instead, he just stood there ready. "This has everything to do with me," Brax said as he stepped closer to them. "you're on my father's streets harassing a young girl that I've already told you is with me", his voice was filled with confidence. He stood centimetres away from one of the men. "I'm sure my father would be less than impressed to find out you were on his territory."The men hesitated, unsure of what to do next. They exchanged uneasy glances before finally backing away, muttering curses under their breath.I let out the breath I had been holding
I spent the night thinking about Brax. It was so stupid because no matter what, I couldn't have anything to do with him for so many reasons. I got up getting ready for school, having to put make-up on my neck to cover the now black bruises that wrapped around it. I avoided the house, going out the back gate and walking the long way to school. I couldn't bear the thought of facing Steve today. Walking into school, jealousy washed over me as I walked through the crowd of happy, carefree teenagers who had probably spent their night talking on the phone, gossiping about their new crush or something. My heart longed for a normal life without pain and suffering. Getting to my locker, I started swapping over my books for the day, but as I closed my locker, a hand grabbed him. I looked up in shock, my eyes meeting Braxs without a word. He started pulling me towards the boy's bathroom, pushing open the door and dragging me inside with him. A boy was standing over at the troth. Brax narrowed h
"Where have you been?" his voice, sending fear rushing through my body. "I had to stay back at school to get some stuff done," I said, my voice shaky. He stood up, walking towards me. I cowered as he did. "I have another job for you," he grabbed a piece of my hair, playing with it between his fingers. There's a dress in the bathroom. Get ready." His words made me feel sick as a million thoughts raced through my head. What was I getting ready for.I knew that whatever he was going to make me do would not be something I wanted to do, but I also knew that I had no choice in the matter. As I walked into the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, I saw the dress he had laid out for me. It was tight-fitting but with a high neck and long sleeves, so it covered the marks he had made on me; the idea of wearing something that clung to my body made me feel uncomfortable. I hated having men look at me with desire in their eyes.I quickly changed into the dress, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Pulling up home, Steve got out of the car and walked off inside like nothing had happened. I pulled myself out of the car, pulling my now ripped and wrecked dress tightly around me as I made my way inside, tears rolling down my face. Once I was inside and the door looked behind me, my legs gave out from under me, causing me to fall to the floor, my body shaking with fear and pain. As tears fell from my eyes, I remembered the paper that Brax had given me in the bathroom tonight. I pulled it out of my bra, thankful that Steve hadn't found it. The only reason he hadn't was because once I knew what was happening, I grabbed it out, holding it tightly in my hand. Written on it was an address. I was confused as to why he would give me a piece of paper with nothing but an address on it. I pulled myself together, dragging myself off the floor, and made my way into the bathroom. Turning the shower on as hot as it would go, I removed what was left of my dress, throwing it straight in the bin befo
I got in the car with him, ignoring the voice in my head that screamed at me not to go with him. I had to convince him to leave me alone, and if this was how I did it, then so be it, and what's the worst that could happen? He takes me somewhere and kills me. That doesn't sound too bad because he would just be ending my pain and suffering.The drive was done in silence. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, but I just kept my eyes on my hands in my lap. He stopped the car, and I looked up to see we were at a park on the outskirts of the city. He opened his car door and got out before turning back to me. "Are you coming?"I took a deep breath, opened the door, and got out before following him over to the swings. He sat on one, and I sat on the other. no one spoke for a while Brax finally broke the silence. "I'm not going to hurt you. I know I scare you, but I promise I will never hurt you" his voice was soft and caring.I looked up at him, studying his face. I believed him, but I
I didn't sleep at all that night. All I could think about was how I was going to tell Brax that I couldn't be friends with him without telling him why. when the sun started to come up I got up heading outside with a coffee i sat on the back porch of my flat and watched the sunrise tears falling down my face, i had gone over everything a million times trying to find some hope in myself being able to get out of this but everything I came up would never work. I couldn't run from Steve he would always find me. lighting my smoke, I sat there watching the sun come up in the distance. I used to love watching the sunrise because, to me, it brought a new day that would bring new chances in life, but now, it just felt like a cruel reminder of the reality I was facing.As the sun rose fully in the sky, I knew it was time to go to school and tell Brax that I didn't want to be his friend. Every part of me just prayed that he would let it go and leave me alone forever. I didn't want to have to spen
I couldn't bring myself to go to school the next morning. I just laid in bed. The tears stopped falling, but the heaviness in my chest remained. I knew I had to face reality eventually, but the thought of seeing anyone and pretending like everything was normal felt impossible, and I knew if I sore brax and he even said one word to me, I would break down completely in front of him. I couldn't risk having that happen. The events of the previous day replayed in my mind over and over again, each memory cutting deeper than the last.I reached for my phone, hoping for a distraction, but even scrolling through social media felt meaningless. The world kept moving forward while I was stuck in this suffocating bubble of pain and suffering. I wanted to scream, to lash out at someone or something, but instead, I just lay there in silence.I tried to distract myself with music, but even my favourite songs couldn't lift my spirits. It was like a dark cloud had settled over me, casting a shadow on
Willow’s POVTwo weeks had passed since that horrible night, and yet, standing on the steps of the courthouse, it felt like a lifetime. The sun was high, casting long shadows across the stone pavement, but I couldn’t feel its warmth. Instead, I felt a coldness inside me, a hollow space that nothing could fill.The trial had been long and draining. Steve had been convicted, but the moment they started discussing how long he would be sentenced to, I couldn’t bear it anymore. It didn’t matter. Not after everything he had done. No matter how many years they gave him, it would never be enough. Not for the hell he had put me, my friends, and my family through. Not for the life he had stolen from me.I didn’t feel free, but I felt at peace. For the first time in so long, I felt like I could breathe without that constant weight hanging over me. I was standing here on the threshold of something new, something better, and it wasn’t because of the verdict. It was because I had the people I loved
Willow’s POVPanic ripped through me as Steve fired the gun. The noise was deafening, but the silence that followed was even worse. Dillion and Kasey were screaming Brax’s name. Nat was crying out in terror. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, each beat louder than the last. This was all my fault.If I had stayed silent and suffered in the dark like I always had—then maybe none of this would be happening. Maybe my friends wouldn’t be here, maybe Brax wouldn’t be lying on the floor, bloodied and beaten, and maybe, just maybe, Steve wouldn’t have that sick, satisfied look in his eyes.But here we were. And it was all because of me.Steve’s voice broke through the chaos, booming with authority, demanding silence. “Shut up!” he yelled, his voice cold and commanding. The room went still, but the tension was thicker than ever.My head was spinning. I could feel the blood dripping down my face, my body screaming in pain, but there was something more important now. I could see the gun I h
Brax’s POVThe weight of the gun in my hand felt unbearable, like a thousand pounds pressing against my chest. The cold steel had been my only comfort, my only chance of ending this nightmare. But now, standing in front of Steve, with the barrel aimed at his chest, my thoughts were no longer about me. They were about Willow, about Nat, about Dillion and Kasey. My family.And then Kasey’s voice shattered the moment.“Brax, drop the gun!”I froze. The world seemed to stop around me, the silence deafening. I looked around at everyone, my eyes scanning their faces—Dillion, Kasey, Nat—each of them terrified, caught in a trap they never asked for. The tension in the room was unbearable, my heart thudding in my chest.I had no choice. I couldn’t fight him, not like this.I lowered the gun, the weight of the decision sinking into me like a knife. The instant I did, Steve waved his hand dismissively, his men rushing in, seizing me by the arms with brutal force.Before I could even react, the b
Brax’s POVI floored the gas pedal, the engine roaring as I sped toward Steve’s house. My mind was a haze of dread and fury. I had to get to Willow. I had to stop her from doing something she might regret, something that would end with her paying the ultimate price.The further I drove, the more my thoughts swirled. I could see her—standing there with the gun, determined to end it all. I could hear her voice in my head, telling me she was done running, telling me that when Steve came for her, she was going to fight him, no matter the cost.I wasn’t ready for this.The headlights of my car illuminated the dark road ahead as I rounded the final corner, the house coming into view. The familiar sight of Steve’s twisted domain loomed in front of me, and my stomach clenched.I slammed on the brakes and threw the car into park. Without thinking, I threw open the door and sprinted toward the front door.The house felt silent as I stepped inside, each footfall heavy with the weight of the fear
Willow’s POVThe gun in my hand felt both heavy and light at the same time, like an anchor and a weapon. My fingers wrapped around it, white-knuckled and shaking, but I didn’t care. I was standing outside Steve’s house, and everything inside me screamed to run, to turn away, to go back to the others. But there was no turning back now. I had made my choice.I stood still for a moment, staring at the house, the place where everything had gone wrong. The house that had become my prison. The house that had watched me become something I wasn’t, something I never wanted to be. But I had done it for survival. I had done it to get out. Now, I was here, facing the monster who had dragged me into this life.Steve.I took a deep breath, steadying myself as much as I could. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid of him, of what I had become, or of what I was about to do. But one thing was clear—I had to do this. I couldn’t let him control me any longer. I couldn’t let him win.With trembling hands, I step
Brax’s POVThe room felt thick with tension. Everyone sat around the table, their faces etched with worry, eyes darting back and forth between each other as the situation continued to grow more desperate. We were supposed to be figuring out how to protect Willow and how to deal with Steve, but all I could do was focus on the empty space beside me.Willow hadn’t said much before she went to the bathroom. She was quiet like she was trying to process everything that had happened, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.David was talking about reaching out to contacts, trying to pull more people in to help, but his words were fading into the background. I couldn’t focus on anything but the space where Willow should have been.I glanced around the room again. Dillion and Kasey were strategising, speaking in low, hurried tones. Nat sat nearby, fidgeting, her eyes constantly scanning the room, looking for any sign of danger. We were all trying to find a solution, trying to
Willow’s POVThe living room felt suffocating, the walls closing in with every passing minute. I couldn’t shake the image of the head; it still burned into my mind. It was like I could still see the blood on the walls, the lifeless stare, the words written in crimson. I see you. The words echoed in my head relentlessly, and every time I tried to push it away, it came rushing back, louder than before.The others sat around the room, silent, tense. No one spoke, each of us trapped in our thoughts, none of us knowing what came next. I could feel their eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet their gazes. I couldn’t.And then, after what felt like an eternity, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I jolted slightly in my seat. Dillion stood up immediately and went to open it, ushering David into the house. Without a word, Dillion led him straight to the bathroom.I just sat there, staring at the gun on the table in front of me. I had a hundred different though
Willow’s POVKasey slammed into the bathroom door, desperation in his every movement. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body shaking with panic. Every ounce of fear in him was for Nat, but as the door burst open, my eyes were drawn to the horror inside.There, standing frozen in the doorway, was Nat, her hands clutched over her mouth as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto something in the room.I followed her gaze, and my stomach dropped. On the toilet seat, casually placed in a way that shouldn’t have been, was a head. The bathroom stunk of vomit and blood, the smell almost too much to bear. But what hit me the hardest was what was written on the wall in blood: I see you.The panic seized me, choking the breath from my lungs. He knows where we are. We thought we were safe here, but we were wrong. We were never safe, not with him.Dillion’s voice broke through the horror, frantic. “Kasey, get Nat out of here!”Kasey didn’t hesitate. He rushed forw
Willow’s POVMy fingers gripped the doorknob, the cold metal biting into my skin. My heart raced as I took a steadying breath, trying to push aside the panic that threatened to suffocate me. The gun was heavy in my hands, the weight of it a reminder of everything I was about to do—or perhaps everything I hoped would happen.I knew how stupid this was. I knew that Steve would shoot me before I even had a chance to pull the trigger. But in some twisted, dark part of me, I wondered if that was what I wanted. If I was dead, then maybe, just maybe, I could be free of all this. Free of the fear. Free of the constant chase. Free of Steve and his hold over me.But that was a lie, wasn’t it? No matter how much I told myself I was ready for the end, a part of me still wanted to fight. Wanted to survive.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, my hand steady on the gun. I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the other side, but I was ready.But then my vision blurred, and my heart skipp