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Pathetically Beautiful Chapter 39
The sound of beeping machines filled my ears. It was a sound I had started to become familiar with. Feeling started to come back into my body, and with it, pain. An ache settled into my bones, radiating with each heartbeat. I groaned softly, trying to shift, but a weight held me in place.Something warm and heavy encased my hand. Strangely, it brought me a small measure of comfort, grounding me as the fog of unconsciousness began to lift. I forced my eyes to open, blinking against the harsh white light of the room. My vision gradually came into focus, and I saw him.Brax’s head rested on the edge of my bed. His strong hand was wrapped around mine. I struggled to find my voice, but when I did, it was weak and hoarse."Brax?" I managed to whisper.At the sound of my voice, his head snapped up. Relief washed over his face like a tidal wave, his eyes softening as they met mine. He sat up straight, still holding my hand firmly."Willow, thank god," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion
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As I stepped out of the hospital into the crisp evening air, a mixture of relief and anxiety warred within me. The looming uncertainty of what awaited me outside those automatic doors sent chills throughout my body. Hospital discharge papers clutched tightly in my hand, I took a deep breath and headed towards Brax’s car. I could feel his eyes on me, studying my every move as if I were a bomb ready to explode.The drive there was quiet. Brax drove with a stern expression, the lines of worry clearly etched on his face. His hand occasionally reached for mine, warm and reassuring, yet I couldn't relax.We arrived at Brax’s house just as dusk painted the sky with shades of orange and pink. My heart pounded in my chest as I played with the bottom of my sleeves. It was no secret that Brax's father didn't like me, and the idea of being in his house scared me. Brax's phone buzzed just as we set foot in the hallway, his eyebrows drawing together as he read the message."I have to go," he said s
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I slipped into Brax’s room. My fingers traced the patterns of the quilt on his bed as I sat down, trying to focus on the plan I’d outlined in my mind. The darkened room felt oddly comforting, a sanctuary where I could let my guard down, if only for a moment.Hours passed, yet it felt like only a few minutes as I played and replayed the plan in my head. Every detail, each possible scenario, unfolded before me like a macabre dance. What if something went wrong? What if I couldn’t protect Brax or anyone else?I turned towards the window, watching as the shadows grew long and the world outside descended into darkness. The house remained eerily silent, the only sound being my own shallow and strained breathing. Time lost all meaning as my mind ran circles around the countless “what ifs.”Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Brax’s silhouette filled the doorway. My heart skipped a beat as he flicked on the light, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of me sitting on his bed.“Willow,
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Leaning my head against the cold tiles, I listened to Brax's footsteps fade as he walked away from the door. Tears still blurred my vision, but I slowly started to calm myself. But guilt still ate away at me. I would never be able to give Brax what he wanted, and there was no way I could stop spending time with him because if I did, Steve would only punish me for not doing as he told me to. My heart ached to be able to be a normal teenager and to be able to fall for Brax like my heart wanted me to. Minutes turned into an hour before I mustered the courage to emerge from the bathroom. The room was dark, save for the faint glow from the bedside lamp that Brax had left on. He was sprawled on the bed, arm across his eyes, clearly lost in his own storm of thoughts."Brax?" My voice was fragile, and the words hung in the air.He sat up instantly, eyes heavy with concern yet softened by affection. "Willow, are you alright?"I nodded, even though it was far from the truth. Walking towards hi
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The day I had been dreading for a while was the day I went back to school; I never liked school, but I liked it more than being at home because the bullying was nothing compared to the pain Steve put me through. I walked through the doors, my hand in brass. Everyone stopped and stared, making me more uncomfortable than I already was.Nat came rushing up to me, throwing her arms around me. “Oh, I've missed you so much,” she said in a chirpy voice that pierced straight through my ears. She let me go holding me at arm's length. “Dad is pissed that you haven’t been home.”My heart skipped a beat at Nat's words, but I forced a smile. "I’ve been dealing with some stuff. You know how it is."Brax squeezed my hand reassuringly. Nat's eyes shifted to Brax for a second before they came back to me. “Well, I’m glad you’re back. We’ll catch up later, okay?”I nodded, even though I had no intention of spilling the chaos inside me. As Nat walked away, Brax leaned in and whispered, “You, okay?”I si
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Brax povThe drive to my house was suffocating. The silence between Willow and me was loud, filled with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. I kept my eyes on the road, my grip on the steering wheel tightening with each thumping beat of my heart. The rage inside me was like a sleeping beast, waiting to be unleashed. I glanced at Willow from the corner of my eye. She stared out of the window, her face pale, her hands trembling. Her stepfather, Steve, was the monster who had been hurting her all along, and I was furious with myself for not seeing it earlier.When we finally pulled up to my house, I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. Willow followed me inside, her steps hesitant. We went straight to my room, the one place I could let my anger out. As soon as the door closed behind us, everything felt too small, too confining. I couldn’t contain the rage any longer.“Brax, can we—” Willow started, but I was already losing it. I grabbed a photo frame off my dresser, the image of m
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Willow's POVMy feet pounded against the pavement as I ran, each step matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. My lungs burned, pleading for mercy, but the fear propelling me forward was stronger. Brax’s outburst had shattered more than just his room—it had shattered the fragile trust I’d placed in him. The image of his rage was seared into my mind, a grotesque tableau of fury and destruction. I had thought he was different, and I believed him to be my safe haven. But now, all I wanted was to be miles away from him.The cool air stung my cheeks, mingling with the tears I couldn’t keep at bay. My legs threatened to give out, but I pushed onward, driven by an instinctual need to escape. The noise of Brax's rage still echoed in my ears—his guttural scream, the sound of shattering glass. It was all too much. I had to get away. I had to—My foot caught on an uneven patch of sidewalk, sending me sprawling to the ground. I could feel the jagged concrete bite into my palms, scraping my skin r
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Willow's POVThe ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room as Dillon and I sat on a chair across from Dillion. I looked out of the window. I watched the city lights dance in the distance, drawing some comfort from their familiarity. My mind replayed Brax’s rage outburst over and over again. Dillon shifted, breaking the silence."I just need to call Brax and let him know I found you,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll tell him you’re staying with a friend for a bit. Is that okay?”I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for making Dillion lie to his best for me. Watching Dillon leave the room, I couldn’t help but think about him. He had always been kind to me, a bastion of calm in my otherwise chaotic life. That simple, consistent kindness made me feel safe, even now.When he returned, Dillon's face was tinged with concern. “Brax is really worried about you, Willow,” he said softly. “He hopes you can forgive him.”The mention of forgiveness made my heart twist. I knew Brax neve
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