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☼Willow☼"-low, Willow, wake up my dear." A voice said as they patted my shoulder to wake me up.My body ached as I moved to my side, my head feeling light and aching tremendously when I opened my eyes. It was because of the light pouring from my windows.When I got back to my room, I winded up the curtains, took a bath, and wanted to start getting ready for work but my body felt sore, so I decided to rest for a minute, but I doubt it's been only a minute seeing as Julia is already here and the sky was bright."Oh my, you're burning up," Julia exclaimed, her hand placed above my forehead. "Get up now, you need to eat and take these medicines.I stifled a painful groan when she helped me sit up, the first thing that hit my nose was the scent of porridge. As much as I would love to put something in my stomach, my body wasn't reacting well to the scent of food at the moment. I almost gagged, my hand flying up to my mouth as I tried to tell Julia to take the food away, but she only smiled
☼Willow☼“I’m full Daddy.” Isabella chirped as she pushed her plate forward.As usual, Lucas was the first to finish with dinner and was waiting for his sister. Lorenzo wiped Isabella’s face with a napkin and helped her down from her seat.They both wished their father goodnight and headed upstairs to wait for me.It was 7 pm and I was still cooking my curry. It has been roughly two hours and twenty minutes since I left it to cook and I’m pretty sure the meat is all tenderized by now. I’m waiting to turn off the stove and I’d come to eat it after I get the kids ready for bed.Across the table, I watched Lorenzo pick up his spoon again for the hundredth time and cut into his barely touched plate of food.I wonder if it’s still warm.He scooped a small bite of potatoes and tried to remove any excess gravy before taking a bite.A smile spread on my face at his blank face. I wanted to laugh, he didn’t even seem to chew it, his jaw wasn’t moving, and I knew from his expression that he didn
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎“Was that last piece of information really helpful? You seem to be in a very good mood.” Theodore says as he walks me out of the torture room.I sighed as I unbuttoned my suit, slightly annoyed by the number of stairs I had to climb on my way out.“Or I might be in a good mood because I can finally rest after 21 hours of flying, Theodore,” I told him, and his face dropped at the sound of his name but that cleared away as he spoke again.“The search team still haven’t found anything in Emilio’s house and he’s still not talking to Bianca. I didn’t expect him to hold out for this long,” Theo said reaching out to open the door when we reached the top. “If what that guy said is true then the person using Emilio as a front must be a very dangerous person.” He guessed.I hummed to his thoughts as I walked out before him.I took off my watch and suit as we walked through the corridors, the faint scent of cleaning agents wafting in the air, probably from the number of times that ro
☼Willow☼Isabella let out another loud yawn as I pulled her covers to her chin, she nuzzled her face into my hand making it hard for me to retract it. I chuckle at the cute gesture, her small face looking so beautiful under the yolky bedside lamp.“Why won’t you just sleep with me Wooly?” She says, her sleepy voice barely taking out the words.Lucas shifts in his bed before he scoffs.“Because she has a bed that is much bigger and comfortable than yours.” He retorts making his sister frown. “Will has been working all day, she needs a big bed and a quiet room to sleep.”“Leave us alone Luke, we’re not talking to you.” She tells him.Lucas grumbles something under his breath before he keeps quiet. I laugh lightly at this and shake my head, they bicker over the smallest things.“You know I can’t do that Bella,” I tell her as I carefully slip my hand from under her cheeks.“Then can I sleep with you?” She asks making me pause for a moment.“How about we plan a sleepover sometime? Luke can
☼Willow☼“Shit, shit, shit!” I blurted out repeatedly as my now cold fingers rushed to pick up my phone. A loud gasp left my lips when I saw the blaring letters that spelled Mr. Moretti on my screen.“Holy fuck.” I cursed, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. My body became almost lifeless as I started to lose touch with my limbs and slowly drove into panic.What the fuck did you do Willow? What have I done? What if he’s busy? Hell, what if he’s actually sleeping and I’m here blaring his phone?I can’t bring myself to disable the call because it would be even worse if I ended the call just for him to call me back again! The humiliation! I shouldn’t freak out, I should be calm and professionally apologize to him and tell him that-You accidentally dialed his number with your forehead because you were already thinking of him and thinking about calling him, but the idea didn’t work so you decided to give up, but the world has other plans.My stomach churned at the ruthless voice i
☼Willow☼“So, you’re saying that you won’t come to Ohio for Halloween?” Grams asks, disappointment clear in her voice.A sigh leaves my lips as I make a trip to the laundry room to wash the children’s bed sheets.“No, Grams, I said can’t come if I’m not given a Halloween break,” I corrected. “Besides, you don’t need me for Halloween, Mom is already gonna be with you.”“What do you mean if you’re not given a Halloween break? What are you a prisoner? You can ask for a two-week break and come visit your old lady.” She complains. “And your mom isn’t coming for Halloween this year because that cocky husband of hers is taking her to Hawaii.”I pause in the middle of the staircase with a big basket of laundry supported by my hip.“Dad’s taking mom to Hawaii?” I asked, shocked. “They never told me about this.”“Well, that’s what I’m here for, nobody seems to ever tell anyone anything unless I open my trap.” She grunts.I’m used to feeling hurt that it doesn’t even pain me anymore that my pare
“What is it I’m hearing about you skipping school Willow!?” An angry voice booms through my ears before the owner busts through the doors of my room.I could remember the taste of bitterness and the dreary feeling of bile lurking in the corners of my throat. My skin tingles when I remember the chill surging in my bones, the feeling of my skin burning. My orange hair fell in my line of vision as I barely kept my eyes open to look at my enraged father.I was not a child. I was a high school senior. I was 17. I knew what I was doing.I’m cold. I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him I was cold, and my blood was boiling. I wanted to let him know that my head was pounding and that I had a good reason for skipping school.“Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult? Do you know how much it costs to put a roof on your head and educate you? Why are you so fucking ungrateful?” He was yelling.It made my head pound. It made me want to go crazy. It was tiring and frustrating. I wouldn't say
“The Johnsons aren’t catholic, stop hanging out with that slutty daughter of theirs.” “Jane is not a slut Mom, and she wants to be my friend, why does not being catholic change everything?” “Because we are devoted to God.” “Mom, we both know that you are not devoted to God because if you did, you wouldn't treat your child like a worthless piece of shit-" The cracking sound was here again, I was still not used to it coming from my cheek. “You will not raise your voice at me Willow, not in my house. I will never tolerate that, do you hear me, Willow!?” Willow. “Willow!” “Yes ma’am,” I answered, startled when a hand patted my side. I turned to see Lucas looking at me with a confused look on his face. “Oh, Luke it’s just you,” I said with an awkward laugh that sounded throaty. “Yeah?” He answered questionably. “I was telling you to turn off the stove, dinner smells like it’s starting to burn.” He said and I snapped out of it so fast. “Oh yeah, I forgot about the stew,” I mutter
Willow's POV.“I woke up really early this morning because I thought I was going to have classes but then I remembered it was Halloween break. I was so glad.” Lucas tells me as he spoons his cereal.“Yay!” Isabella my head la squeals in excitement, throwing her tiny arms in the air. I shake my head at them and wipe away breadcrumbs from the little girl’s mouth.The kids are so pumped for Halloween. You can’t imagine the look on their faces when they both got notices for Halloween break, it was wholesome.“Have you decided on what to wear for Halloween?” Julia asks us as she emerges from the kitchen with a jug of orange juice in her hand.I shake my head. “I’m not really looking forward to being in a costume,” I tell her honestly and she laughs.“Wooly can be a princess!” Isabella exclaims with a giddy giggle.“Yeah, easily,” Lucas says smiling so wide that his dimples looked like they were about to sink into his mouth.“Mhm, I’ll think about it,” I tell them. “What about you, Bella?”
Lorenzo “He’s in chains downstairs, the idiot won’t stop laughing, Zo,” Theodore tells me as I step out of my car. The guards waiting outside bow their heads in respect and I dismiss them as I take off my suit jacket and hand them to one of them.“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him as I walk towards the entrance. “He’ll stop.”Theodore sighs as he follows me, talking about how the guy annoys him more than anything, and that says a lot.“You’re going back to Florida after this right? Let’s go together, I have to see the kids and gift them some money, y’know, for some Halloween shopping.”“No,” I clipped.“No, we can’t go back together or no you’re not going back to Florida?”“No,” I repeat.“You always say yes in a unique way, you’re the best!” He tells me and I shake my head as I tug back the sleeves of my turtle neck slightly.I paused just before entering the chamber and turned to look at a dog held by one of the guards who suddenly stood up.“Whoa, that thing looks furious.” Theodo
WillowA few days earlier.“Willow,” Julia called quietly as we prepped the children’s lunch.“Yes Julia,” I answered and turned to see her holding the saltshaker. “Oh my, don’t tell me I mixed up the salt and sugar again!” I exclaimed.She shook her head as she chuckled.“I don’t even know how you manage to switch them each time.” She says and I puff out my cheeks, feeling heavily embarrassed. “But there’s something else I wanted to discuss with you.” She says and my eyes widen.“Oh, am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.“No, my dear,” Julia says as she emptied the sugar from the saltshaker. “It’s not that, it’s…it’s just, never mind.”“Oh, come on!” I whine. “You can’t just do that, just tell me what it is.”She pauses from refilling the saltshaker with salt and looks at me before sighing and placing it carefully on the counter. Julia looked at me with a small smile, but I felt my heart rate pick up at how sad it was.She reached out and held my hand, her eyes never w
Lorenzo“I love you, Willow.”But she looks at me like she’s been slapped across the face.Did it not come out right? Did I sound like I didn’t mean it?What is it that I said wrong in those three words that made more tears well up in her eyes and walk out of the kitchen? What am I doing so wrong?***“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Moretti, I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.” The man whose name I can’t bother to remember says with a smile while extending his hand for a handshake.I wanted to tell him to fuck off of my sight before I put a bullet between his fucking eyes. But then I remembered that I couldn’t…didn’t have to do that. Willow says being rude when there’s nothing to be rude about is bad.Fuck, but I’m already irritated enough from having to fly from Florida to Canada at 6 a.m. in the fucking morning just to close a 12 p.m. business deal, I don’t want to shake a fucking hand for fucks sake.I didn’t even realize that I was staring so hard at his hand unt
It feels weird. Once again, I feel nervous, that’s what this skittish feeling is right? I want to tell Willow the truth and it comes with the chances of me asking for something more and maybe being a little selfish. So, it’s making me feel this way.It feels weird.We’re sitting at the dinner table and I’m waiting for her to take a bite of her food before she gives it to me. It has no meaning, but I’d like to see her take the first bite before I do.“Let’s be the fairly odd parents for Halloween,” Lucas says to sister and she nods excitedly as she chews her dinner of pizza we were having.“Do you really have to eat a half-bitten pizza?” Willow whispers to me, her brows coming together for a frown meanwhile her cheeks flushed bright red.I looked down at the plate she set down in front of me and raised my brow at the pizza she had bitten.“No,” I answer honestly and Lucas looks up at me, thinking I was talking to him. He shakes his head when he realizes I wasn’t. “But I want to,” I tel
Hot, mingled breaths. Heavy breathing. The sounds of our skins clapping in the quiet room. Everything moving in my head feels like a blur of moments filled with euphoria.I lay on my stomach grasping the sheets like a lifeline with my back arched and sanity driven to the edge as Lorenzo once again entered me painstakingly slow, hitting the back of my womb with his member, making me moan, my whole body shaking from pleasure as he hit the right spot.One of his hands clasps my breast from behind while the other holds one of mine and grasps it tight. Then he pulls out completely and enters again, filling me up.“Fuck.” The word comes out with a breathy moan making him pinch my nipple hard.He kisses the crook of my neck from behind and the side of my head, and I turn to look at him. I clench my pussy around his cock at the greedy look in his eyes, the horny look on his face turns me on even more. He closes his eyes for a moment as I tighten around him and then opens them and kisses me.H
“What are you going to do now Caro? I never thought she would have to find out like this, it just makes it worse.” Julia says worriedly.(Dear.)I sigh, rubbing my hands over my tired eyes, feeling more dejected than I’ve ever been in my whole life. Even though she deserved to be angry, she didn’t have to say something like that about my father. My father never hit me and my siblings. My father who always gave us everything to make us not know what it feels like to have nothing. My father whom I hate for taking thousands of lives, the same father I love for being mine.To others, he is the monster he is. To us, he is everything. I don’t expect people to understand that, but I can’t let them have their tongues if they say something about him that doesn’t rub me right.But still, Willow gets away with it. She gets to scream at me and judge my decisions, and I allow it because she’s Willow, not anyone else. I feel hopeless and powerless when she’s the subject of the taking. I don’t know
“It’s Halloween!” Isabella squeals her announcement as she emerges from the door. The pigtails I put her hair in this morning before school were nowhere to be found, only a nest of very disturbed hair.“Soon,” Lucas adds bluntly from beside me, lazily sprawled on the sofa. I can tell from the little smile he’s hiding that he’s just trying to spite her.Isabella scoffs.“Less meddling Luke, I don’t wanna know.” She retorts, tiny hands on either side of her waist.Lucas starts to say something, but Isabella ignores him and runs towards me. I stand up from the couch before she arrives, allow her to hug me hard, and make it look like the impact made me fall back on the couch.“It’s Halloween soon Wooly.” She tells me again.“Well, someone’s excited,” I said with a teasing smile, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her up as I stood up, laughing slightly at how energetic her nodding was.“Just child behavior,” Lucas comments making his sister frown.“Child bee-hayvor?” Isabella f
“Is this about me, Willow?” Lorenzo asks.Suddenly, I hesitated to answer, mouth dry like cotton and tongue heavy like a wet carpet. Were my words too transparent or was he just self-conscious that I was trying to talk about him?“Is there something you want to talk to me about?” He asks again, his voice as patient and calm as ever, almost making me guilty of thinking of him as a murderer.But I can’t get it out of my head, I mean the contents of that letter. I can’t get the written words that Rose had sent inside that letter out of my head and I’m starting to have second thoughts about the man I’ve come to love.“Enzo,” I start, my tongue darting out to wet my lips nervously as I fiddle with my fingers.He hummed in response, forcing me to carry on with my words.“Do you know someone named Rose?”I felt his body stiffen slightly at my question, it made my racing heart pound faster. I clench my sweaty fists, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat.Blinking rapidly to avoid te