Miss Callie walked back into the room carrying a tray of food. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of me sitting amidst the torn sheet."What have you done?" she half-snarled, her voice sharp with surprise and disapproval. But as soon as the words left her mouth, I saw her expression soften. Guilt flashed in her eyes as she realised how harsh she sounded."I'm sorry," Miss Callie said softly, setting down the tray on the bedside table. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Let's get this cleaned up." She moved closer to me, reaching out a hand to help, but I flinched away from her touch.I couldn't bear to look at her. The emptiness inside me seemed to grow even larger, swallowing me whole."Willow," she said gently, taking a step towards me, making me snap my attention back to her. "I know this is all new and scary for you. But please know that I'm here to help you. You're not alone."Her words meant nothing to me. She would never understa
Frozen to my spot, I looked at the warden I had seen the first day I got her over a week ago. He still looked at me with the same sickening smirk everywhere I went. He was right there, always watching me with those cold, piercing eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I tried to walk away from him, my heart pounding in fear.As I quickened my pace, I could hear his heavy footsteps following behind me. Panic set in as I realised he was getting closer, and the thought of him touching me sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't let him catch me, couldn't bear the thought of his hands on me again.I focused all my energy on reaching my room, pushing through the crowd of people around me. But no one seemed to notice the danger that lurked behind me, the predator stalking his prey.Before I could get anywhere near my room, I felt his hand grab my arm, pulling me to a stop. His smirk widened as he looked down at me, seeing the fear in my eyes. "Where do you think you're going, Wil
“Willow, if you don't talk to us, then we can't help you”, my doctor said for the millionth time as I sat there staring blankly at the table in front of me. I wish there was some way that I could tell them that there was no point in trying to fix me. I was beyond broken and there was nothing that they could do that would ever help me. I could feel the frustration and exhaustion in her voice as she let out a heavy sigh and placed her clipboard down. She removed her glasses and rubbed her nose before saying, "That's enough for today, Willow."I stood up silently. As I walked out into the hall, I made the choice to go to the bathroom. I reached for the door, and it swung open suddenly, causing me to step back in surprise. The warden, Mr. Johnson, emerged from the bathroom in front of me.My hands trembled with fear as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with malice. I tucked my hands into my armpits in an attempt to hide my shaking body. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet
The nurse did the bedtime check as she did every night. I sat on my bed, staring off into the darkness. When I could feel myself starting to panic, I closed my eyes tightly and tried to focus on my breath. But no matter how hard I tried, Steve's voice kept echoing in my head, taunting me with his words from our last fight."Willow, you're pathetic. You'll never be good enough for anyone," he sneered in my mind.I covered my ears, trying to block out the sound, but it was like a relentless storm that wouldn't let up. The air around me felt heavy and suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had cried enough over him.Suddenly, a wave of emotions washed over me, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The sound echoed through the room, piercing and raw. Lights flicked on and people rushed in, trying to calm me down. They touched me gently, but their presence only made things worse.I coul
Braxs povI sat on the ground holding her for hours as her body shook uncontrollably. Nurses came and went checking in on her. As the sun began to rise, I felt her body relax, telling me that she was finally asleep. I carefully picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I brushed her hair away from her face, my heart aching at the sight of her so vulnerable. The image of her sitting alone on the floor last screaming still haunting my mind. Miss Callie entered the room, breaking me out of my trance. “Would you mind coming with me to have a chat about willow?” she asked. I hesitated, not wanting to leave Willow's side. But I knew I needed to hear what Miss Callie had to say.I leaned down, kissed Willow on the forehead, and whispered, “ I love you,” before following Miss Callie out into the hallway.As soon as I was out in the hall, she asked, “Would you like to go to my office so we can talk in private?” She closed the door behind me. I shook my
Willows povThe doctor, Brax, and Miss Callie have been talking in circles for hours about what they think is best for me. Miss Callie looks over at me with sympathy in her eyes before standing up and speaking out, "I think that Willow should have a say in what she wants."The room falls silent as the doctor, and Brax turns to look at me, waiting for me to speak. But even though I've started talking again, I'm still not ready to open up completely.When I remain quiet, the doctor lets out a sigh. "There is no point in us making any choices because her mother and father are the ones who signed her in here. They get the final say."But I can't hold back any longer. "He's not my father," I blurt out, surprising myself with the sudden burst of courage.Miss Callie places a gentle hand on my shoulder, offering me comfort and support. "Willow, you have a right to speak up for yourself. Your voice deserves to be heard."I look down at my hands in my lap, not wanting to be part of this conve
Brax did as he said he would. He came to see me the morning before he left, and Dillion showed up in the afternoon to take me out. We drove down the familiar road that led to a small diner on the outskirts of town. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. As we settled into our booth, Dillion took a sip of his coffee and looked at me with concern in his eyes."Willow, do you think you'll ever speak up about what happened to you?" he asked gently.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know," I mumbled.Dillion glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I should probably get you back soon," he said reluctantly.But before he could make a move, I found myself speaking up. "Can we stay just a little longer?" I pleaded.Five minutes later, we saw smoke billowing outside the window. Dillion's eyes widened as he recognized it was coming from the hospital.His phone rang, and Brax's panicked voice came through the line. "Di
Braxs povI drove as fast as I could, not caring about my own safety. All I could think of was getting to Willow. Even though she wasn't supposed to be in the hospital like the people who had called me thought, I still needed to get to her to make sure she was safe.As I rounded the corner, I saw the plume of black smoke billowing into the sky, highlighted by the glows of flickering flames. The hospital was up in flames, and chaos reigned around it. I slammed the brakes and jumped out of the car, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. My eyes scanned the panicked crowd, desperately searching for any sign of Willow."Where is she?" I muttered under my breath, frustration and fear knotting in my stomach.Then I saw him—Dillon. He was standing a few yards away, looking disoriented and terrified. I sprinted over to him, my breath coming out in ragged gasps."Dillon!" I shouted, grabbing his arm. "Where's Willow?"Dillon's face was filled with fear, his eyes wide and almost unsee
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