Willows povThere she stood, my mother, a glass of red wine clutched in her hand. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinising me with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.I swallowed hard, my mind racing to find an excuse. "I was just... looking for some paper for a school assignment." My voice sounded weak, even to my own ears. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure she could hear it.She took a step closer, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Really, Willow? You think I’m that stupid?" Her tone was mocking, dripping with hostility.I tried to maintain a calm facade. "Yes, Mum. I... I just needed some paper." I moved to walk past her, hoping to escape her grip, but her hand shot out, grabbing my arm and stopping me."I know you're lying. Now tell me the truth." Her grip tightened, nails digging into my skin. Her face loomed close, the smell of alcohol heavy on her breath."Let go of me and mind your own business," I shot back, the fear in my voice replaced with defiance.Her eyes widened fo
Brax's POV I stared at Willow's text, a mixture of relief and trepidation flooding through me. She had agreed to come to the party, and that meant I had a chance to make things right. I couldn't screw this up. Pulling myself together, I decided to head out and make sure everything would be perfect for tonight. I hopped into my car, my mind racing with thoughts of how to apologise, how to explain my anger, how to reassure her that she could trust me. Driving through the city, I stopped by a florist and grabbed a bouquet of her favourite flowers—white lilies. As I headed to a nearby store, I picked up a new suit, something sharp enough to impress yet simple enough to take a backseat to her beauty. My heart was pounding as I arrived back home, laying out the flowers and suit in my room. Tonight had to be perfect; it just had to be. As the clock ticked closer to seven, I found myself fidgeting more, checking and rechecking the suit I had laid out. My phone buzzed once more, and I gra
Willow's POVI heard a bang at the door, followed by Nat's unmistakable voice."Willow! Let me in!"Before I could react, Nat burst into the room, her arms overflowing with an assortment of dresses. Her excitement was palpable as she dropped the load on the couch and yanked a suitcase into the flat."Oh my gosh, Willow! I'm so excited that you're coming tonight!" Nat beamed. "I brought so many dresses for you to try. Tonight’s going to be magical!"I raised an eyebrow, unable to resist her infectious enthusiasm despite my roiling emotions. "I don't know, Nat. I’ve got a lot on my mind."Nat waved her hand dismissively. "Not tonight, you don’t. Tonight, you’re going to be the belle of the ball."She opened the suitcase, and we spent the afternoon sifting through dresses. Each one was beautiful, but none of them felt right. The more we went through, the more my anxiety grew.Nat handed me the last dress with a triumphant smile. "Trust me, you’re going to fall in love with this one."It
Brax’s povThe rhythmic ticking of my watch grated on my nerves like steel on stone—9:45 PM. I needed to be at the party with Willow, yet here I was, in a grimy warehouse, staring down a defiant man bound to a chair. Blood stained my knuckles and dripped onto the cold concrete floor, mixing with the dim light that barely illuminated the cavernous space."I told you, I don't have the money," the man spat, his voice trembling yet resolute.I clenched my fists, the acrid smell of sweat and fear hanging heavy in the air. "That's not good enough," I growled, glancing at the digital face of my watch again. I needed to be out of this hellhole and with Willow, not dealing with my father's dirty work."Please," he continued, his eyes pleading. "Give me a week. I'll get the money."I stared him down, my mind flashing to images of Willow—her laughter, her strength—and the stark contrast to my current situation. Willow deserved someone better, someone free from a world where violence was whispere
Brax's povMy phone blared through the heavy night air, and I grabbed it immediately, seeing the caller ID: one of my father’s men. I stepped away from Willow, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah?” I answered, my voice sharp and tense. “boss,” the voice crackled on the other end. “He got away. The man you were handling—he escaped without paying up.” A cold wave of panic surged through me. This was bad—very bad. If my father found out, there would be hell to pay for everyone involved. My hands shook slightly as I held the phone closer. “Put a tracker on him. I’ll be there soon,” I ordered, trying to keep the dread from creeping into my tone. I hung up swiftly and turned back to Willow, who was watching me with those wide, anxious eyes. "Is everything okay?" Willow asked, her voice soft but worried. I composed myself, masking my anxiety. “I need to go. But I’ll drop you off at my place first; it’s safer there.” “Brax, what’s going on?” She took a step closer, a mixture of conce
Willow’s POV Standing on the curb as Dillon and Brax drove away, a wave of dread washed over me. My heart ached, a twisted knot of fear and worry for both of them. They each held a piece of my heart, and the thought of anything happening to them was unbearable.I didn’t realise how long I’d been staring after their car until Nat called my name. “Willow! Are you coming?”“Yeah,” I replied, pulling myself together. I climbed into Kasey’s car, feeling oppressed by the silence of the ride back. I had hoped we’d go to Brax's parents’ place, but Kasey drove us to Brax’s house instead. The chance to inform Brax’s father of what I’d discovered would have to wait. I'll call him later, I promised myself.As we pulled up, I got out of the car and waited for Nat to say goodbye to Kasey. Their budding romance was a flicker of light in the darkness I found myself navigating. The way Nat's eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him made me envy her carefree existence, even if just for a moment.“God.
Brax's POV The muffled cry that sliced through the darkness shattered the stillness of the house. Panic gripped me as I slowly turned to the hallway, eyes wide, and breath caught in my throat. Standing in a doorway clutching a battered teddy bear was a young boy, no older than six. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with an innocent terror that cracked my hardened exterior. My heart sank into a pit of sorrow, matched only by the weight of the loaded Beretta in my hand. The boy's small frame trembled as he stared at the scene before him—the lifeless body of his father sprawled on the floor. Memories flooded back, unbidden and violent. A younger version of myself, staring at my uncle's lifeless form. The same crushing heartbreak and confusion in his eyes now mirrored my own then. My arms shook, the gun slipping from my grip as I lowered it to my side. I took an involuntary step forward, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm—I'm so sorry," I choked out, but words felt futile. From somewhere
Willow's POV I sat in Brax's room, my nerves fraying with every passing second. The air felt thick, suffused with the heavy silence that comes only when you're stuck in your thoughts. I clenched my hands together, my knuckles turning white as I stared at the doorway, praying that Brax would walk in and everything would be okay. But the more time that passed, the more my hope started to wane. Suddenly, I heard the front door swing open. My heart leapt in my chest. Finally, I thought, rushing to the doorway and peeking out. I saw Brax storming through the house, his footsteps echoing with each furious step. Kasey and Dillon entered shortly after, their expressions solemn. They exchanged a look that did nothing to alleviate my fears. "What happened?" I asked, rushing towards them. Dillon sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Willow. He won't tell me." I could see the pain etched into Dillon’s face, and that only deepened my concern. Without another word, I w
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