Willow's POV --- A murmur of voices drifted through the floorboards, rising from downstairs, interrupting the quiet sanctuary of Brax's room. My heart tightened in my chest. I knew they were talking about me. The walls seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the argument, and every sharp syllable amplified my anxiety. As the tension downstairs reached a fever pitch, I heard the unmistakable, steady steps of Brax ascending the stairs. His approach was a drumbeat in my ears. When he pushed open the door, he didn't look at me; his eyes were fixed straight ahead, like a soldier marching to a silent war. He stormed over to his wardrobe, yanking it open and rifling through his clothes with a controlled rage. “Brax?” My voice was tentative, like a child afraid of waking a sleeping giant. “Is everything okay?” “Everything's fine,” he snapped without turning around, his voice a tight coil of anger. “Come on. Let’s go.” I watched him, searching his tense back for cracks where his vulnera
Brax's POV I leaned against the doorway, my eyes following Willow as she and Nat disappeared into the kitchen. The soft hum of party chatter filled the air, the familiar bubbling of laughter masking the undercurrents of tension that seemed inseparable from my life. My mind churned, grappling with looming worries and unresolved questions. Dillon nudged me, drawing my attention back to the present. I motioned for him to step closer, leaning in to speak over the ambient noise. “I need you to do me a favour,” I said, my voice low but firm. Dillon straightened up, his eyes sharpening with interest. “Of course, anything, man. What’s up?” I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke again. “I need you to have a man on Willow at all times. Today, I found her talking with a cop, and I’m worried about her.” Shock flickered across Dillon’s face, swiftly replaced by an anxious frown. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, man? I don’t think she’ll like that.” “I just need to know she’s
Willow pov The door abruptly swung open, and Dillon's presence filled the room. "Willow, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice tinged with urgency. Before I could respond, he grabbed my arm and led me outside. His touch, although gentle, sent a jolt of discomfort through me. "Dillon, what's wrong?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot of the house.He took a deep breath, the tension in his posture unmistakable. "It's about Brax. He's asked me to do something... because he found out you were talking to a cop today."My heart pounded, my mind racing a million miles a minute. I stood there, unable to find words, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance of worry and fear."Willow," Dillon continued softly, "you need to tell him the truth, or he's going to find out on his own.""No," I protested, shaking my head vigorously. "I can't tell him. I'm doing this not just for myself but for him, too."Dillon's eyes softened with understanding. "I know, but Willow—" Our conversation w
Willow's POV The first light of dawn crept across the horizon, whispering promises of a new day that I was all too fearful to believe. I sat quietly in the dimly lit living room, the silence both a comfort and a prison. The house was still, except for the faint sounds of breathing coming from the spare room where Nat slept. As the front door creaked open, I looked up abruptly, my heart skipping a beat. The sight before me was like a scene from a nightmare. Dillon and Kasey were half-carrying, half-dragging Brax into the house. He looked terrible, a shadow of his usual strong self. His face was bloody, with two black eyes and a split lip, each a stark reminder of the brutal world we inhabited. I stood up quickly, my own shock freezing me to the spot. Brax lifted his face just enough for our eyes to meet. The pain and weariness in them broke my heart even further. He dropped his head again as if the act of keeping it up was too much for him. As my gaze shifted to Dillon, I noticed
Days passed as I resolutely avoided Brax and Dillon, my phone vibrating with unanswered calls and unopened texts from Brax. I told myself over and over that it had to be this way. I had to let go of them both and focus on my plan to take Steve down. Walking through the school halls, the cacophony of teenage chatter seemed distant and uninviting. Alone, I felt the weight of my decisions, but I knew it was all for the best.As I got to my first class, I felt an unwelcome buzz around me. The teacher's droning voice faded into the background, the words blending into a monotonous hum. Just as I tried to settle into my seat, the door flew open with a crash, startling the entire room.“Braxton Young! What do you think you’re doing?” The teacher’s voice was shrill.Brax scanned the room, his intense gaze locking onto mine. My body went rigid. His eyes held mine captive, and his presence pierced through my carefully constructed walls. "Willow," he said, his voice cutting through the fog in my
Willow's POVDavid's weathered eyes bore into mine, searching for something hidden deep within. "I want to know your plan for taking Steve down," he said, his voice steady yet laced with urgency.I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. This moment had been hanging over my head like a storm cloud for as long as I could remember. "I know it was him who burnt the hospital down," I began, my voice trembling but resolute. "And I can get a weapon he used for a killing not long ago."David's face didn't register surprise but rather a thoughtful contemplation. After a long pause, he shook his head slowly. "That's not enough, Willow. Steve is powerful. He will find a way out of those crimes. We need cold, hard evidence."David's expression darkened, the lines on his face deepening as he leaned forward. "We need hard evidence to bring him down. Your initial plan, while brave, isn't enough. Steve is slippery—he'll wriggle out of anything less than concrete proof." I took a deep breath, tryin
Brax’s POVSitting in the living room, I felt consumed by thoughts of Willow. Every minute without her felt like an eternity, and the grasp of her absence ate at my soul. Kasey and Nat were here too, but their presence seemed superficial compared to the shadow Willow cast in my mind. Kasey's voice broke through my thoughts, although it was muffled—as if he were speaking from underwater. He had been talking at me, not realising I wasn’t listening. His voice grew more urgent, trying to snap me out of my reverie.“Brax!” Kasey’s yell finally dragged me back to the present.I blinked, focusing on him. “Sorry, man. What was that?” I asked, trying to catch up.Kasey sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "Man, you need to let her go. She's not worth all of this. You and Dillon haven't spoken since the party. I miss hanging out with my two best mates. You shouldn't be fighting over a girl."His words hit me like a blow to the chest. I leaned forward, burying my face in my hands, my fingers
Brax's POV"Dillon, give it to me straight. What have you found out about Willow?" My tone was steady, masking the storm roiling inside.Dillon hesitated, then handed me a thick brown envelope. "Here. This will explain a lot."I snatched the envelope, tearing it open. Photos spilled out, capturing Willow with Steve in various locations: parties, leaving his house, and many more, all taken within the fast two days. Some showed them standing close together, their expressions unreadable, but one thing was constant—Willow's eyes. They were vacant, like she had lost a will to live."Dillon, what the hell are these?" My voice struggled to remain calm as I held up a photograph showing Willow and Steve sitting at a table at a party, their hands almost touching."I didn't call off the men following her," Dillon explained, his tone grave. "When I found out she'd been spending time with Steve, I asked them to start taking photos.""She looks like she's dating him," I said, my voice barely a whi
Brax’s POVThe stairs creaked beneath my feet, snapping me out of the daze that clouded my mind. The room I was leaving behind still held traces of my last distraction, yet there was only emptiness echoing in my heart. I passed by a mirror in the hallway and caught a glimpse of myself—a mess of unkept hair and a face that seemed older than its years. Even the girl up there, with her long black hair similar to Willow’s, didn’t fill the void.Descending the stairs, I grabbed a drink from the makeshift bar on the kitchen counter. The cool liquid burned, a somber reminder of how far I’d fallen since Willow left. A chorus of familiar voices floated in from the living room where the guys were gathered. I moved over and dropped onto the couch, positioning myself where I could observe quietly.“Hey, man, you good?” Dillion asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.“Yeah, just tired,” I said, feigning a lightness in my tone that I didn’t feel. My eyes followed Dillon’s line of sight, noticing h
Willow's POVThe echo of the knock startled me, piercing through the silence like a knife. For days, I had waded through the murky waters of my thoughts, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that defined my existence. The flat was my sanctuary, yet it also felt like a cage, confining me in its walls while I waited for the chaos to unfold around me.Steve was away, and although his absence lifted a heavy weight, the uncertainty that loomed was almost worse than his presence. Marco had not called on me since I last saw him, which was a relief but also a worry at the same time. And Brax's image danced through my mind—haunting and unattainable.Bracing myself, I tiptoed toward the door and peeked hesitantly through the small window. Relief and confusion swept over me at the same time when I recognised Brody, David's son, standing on the other side, shuffling his feet nervously.I hesitated for a moment before opening the door, expecting anything but this. "Brody? What are you doing here?" My
The moonlight cast long shadows on the dimly lit alleyways as I ran, each breath a reality crashing down on me as tears streamed from my eyes. My feet pounded the pavement, echoing the decisions I couldn’t walk away from. There was no time for hesitation or second-guessing. The stakes were too high, and Brax’s life was on the line. Once home, I threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before grabbing all the things I had stolen. Every part of me screamed to stop, to breathe, but all I could think of was making my way to David’s. The pounding dread surged through me as I pushed past the front door, launching myself into the night.David’s house loomed before me, a beacon of what little hope I had left. I banged relentlessly on the door, my impatience punctuating each knock until finally, Brody, his son, swung it open.“Is your dad home?” I blurted out.“No, he's at work. What’s going on?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.I thrust the bag into his arms, urgency lacing my voice. "Give
Brax's POVThe taste of whiskey burned like fire, numbing every part of me that still felt pain. It was my armour of choice tonight—a shield against memories that refused to stay buried. Dylan and Kasey watched with eyes full of quiet concern, but they understood. Sometimes, all you could do was let the liquor drown the ghosts before they drowned you.Stumbling through the party, the music pounded around me, a relentless rhythm that shook the ground. It promised a temporary escape, a distraction from Willow's haunting presence. But tonight wasn't about peace; it was about surrendering to something primal, something that roared inside me at the sight of Lana across the room.Lana had been an escape before—a fleeting, physical release. As I staggered towards her, the rage inside me simmered. Her friends barely blinked when I grabbed her wrist, pulling her away. We lived in a world where such bold moves were neither new nor shocking."Brax," she breathed, a sultry promise layered in ever
: Brax's POVSilence enveloped the room after Willow's departure, a vacuum so absolute it felt almost tangible. I stood in the chaos we had created—the shattered dish on the floor, the imprint of my fist on the wall, and the lingering echo of her defiant words. Anger, confusion, and an aching sadness twisted inside me, each emotion wrestling for dominance. I ran my hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.How had we gotten here? I wanted to hate her for pushing me away, for labelling me as not enough. Yet, underneath the fiery surface, I knew the truth—my heart had chosen her long before I was ready to admit it, and now I was stuck in limbo, unable to move forward without her.Disgusted with the state of things, I left the room, forcing my leaden feet down the stairs. Kasey and Dillon were still in the foyer, their faces reflecting concern and questions they dared not voice aloud. I couldn't deal with their probing eyes or the pity masked as sympathy."Brax…" Dillon
Willow's POVWatching Brax leave the room felt like watching safety slip through my fingers. The clatter of the lock was a reminder of the mess my life had become. It was ironic being locked in a room that felt more like a sanctuary than a trap.My mind was a mess of worry; Brax could have just wrecked everything I had been working so hard towards. However, Macro had already been useful in getting me into places that I would have never been able to do on my own. But now it all might have been for nothing, all because Brax couldn’t do as I asked and leave me alone.As I sat there trying to work out how I was going to get out of this mess, I felt the pills I had taken before going into the room with Marco take effect, which wasn’t a good thing. I needed a clear mind to talk my way out of this with Brax and get back to Marco before he went to Steve and everything that I had done was worked out.Getting up, I headed for the bathroom, not because I was obeying Brax but because I hoped a co
Brax's POVMy hands shook as I clutched the doorframe, the sight in front of me branding itself into my mind. Willow—my Willow—entwined with another man. Her naked body pressed against him. I couldn't believe it. Anger exploded, every rational thought igniting in a blaze of betrayal.My voice came out like a low growl, a thunderous roar that reverberated off the walls. "Willow!"She spun around, her eyes wide with desperation, her body scrambling for cover. Panic painted her features as she grabbed a bedsheet, clutching it to her skin. The man beside her had the audacity to open his mouth, likely to threaten me or beg for mercy. I didn't care.Before he could utter a word, I crossed the room and grabbed him by the collar. My fists flew, driven by a vengeful fire. Each punch landed with a satisfying crunch, a symphony of anger echoing within the confines of the room."Brax, stop!" Willow's scream pierced through my fury, her voice laced with panic and something else, something I couldn
Brax’s POVMy mind was an unending loop of worry that circled around Willow. Weeks had passed since I last saw her face or heard her voice, and her absence carved a hollow ache in me that I couldn't ignore. The reports from the men I had watching her became increasingly sparse, as though she had somehow worked out that they were following her and had found a way to avoid them. She wasn’t at school, avoided parties, and anywhere I expected her to be.Work from my father kept me preoccupied, but it brought no peace. Meetings filled with strained respect and unspoken threats blurred together with each assignment he gave me. This life, the one paved for me before I was even born, was all I had known. But since Willow, all I ever did was wish for an escape. My father’s expectations loomed over me like a persistent shadow, whispering of future obligations I didn’t want, but I would take if it meant keeping her safe.I stood at my front door, the day’s stress weighing on me heavily. The fami
Willow's POVThe fight with Nat replayed in my head, and guilt ate away at me. My phone hadn't stopped buzzing for hours with calls and messages from both Brax and Dillion. I knew that Nat would go back to them and tell them everything. Looking down at my phone, Brax’s name flashed across the screen. I picked it up, holding it for a second. Rage bubbled within me. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw my phone as hard as I could at a tree, watching it smash into pieces.Standing up, I left the park. If I was going to get things done, I had to turn off all my emotions. I needed to be stronger and smarter. And then the idea came to me. Turning around, I made my way to one of Steve's houses, where I hoped Marco would be.The house wasn’t far from the park. I had been here a few times, and I knew Marco spent a lot of his time there. As the house came into view, my heart began to race in my chest. I stopped pulling the pill bottle out of my pocket and