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“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
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“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
Profession 20| Profession
Lorenzo teases me too much, so him asking for a hug he knew he wasn't gonna get earlier was normal for me.I was spacing out again. It was the seventh time in an hour since we sat for dinner. I could hear Theodore and the kids laughing. My lips also manually quirked up to maintain a smile. I was looking at them, but my gaze was blurring out. I didn’t have a plate of food in front of me because Lorenzo took it for himself again after I had the first bite. I don’t mind, not that I ever did. I didn’t feel like eating anything today.I wonder what would’ve happened if I never slept looking at that weird text from yesterday. Six years of buried trauma uprooted all in one night, over on text message?I’m a fucking joke.Lucas snorts while laughing and this makes Theodore laugh some more. Isabella counts her fingers as she chews on her food. Seeing them being so carefree and happy made my heart melt for them.I envy them. They have everything I wish I had. I wish I had at least a sibling, bu
Profession 21| Profession.
☼Willow☼I’ve been through many complicated situations, trust me when I tell you that. This time, however, I am fucked.My chest keeps beating so fucking fast. I can't take my mind off Lorenzo. I can’t believe I actually kissed him. I kissed my boss, the single father of two kids which I’m here to look after. I fucking made out with him.“She’s gonna kiss him right?” Isabella’s voice chimes through my ears making me jump in my place.“No.” I blurt out almost defensively, my nest of hair falling out of its bun as I turn to look at her.Isabella blinks at me and then frowns.“But how does she become a frog?” She asks cutely, her mouth forming a small pout.“Who?” I asked in confusion and then blinked when she pointed her short fingers toward the large screen in the room.My eyes widened in realization when I saw Tiana on the big screen picking up the frog prince.“We’ve watched this a thousand times already, Isa, you already know what happens next,” Lucas responds tiredly beside me, his
Profession 22| Profession
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎ Eyes. I hate them watching me. All these eyes are watching me, why won’t they stop?“Are you scared?” A sickly voice purrs. My hands feel stiff and glued to the body I can’t even see. “Are you scared of losing your children and that red-haired whore to Omerta?”I want to shoot that voice. I want to kill it. But the voice can’t be killed, it’s the voice of this wretched thing that has been in my life longer than it should.“Say something, why are you quiet?”My lips won’t move. My eyes sting even though the whole place is pitch black and I feel like I’m levitating but my eyes sting from the gushing wind and harsh whips of what feels like ropes hitting my face.I want to kill it.“Say something!” The voice repeats, this time sounding angrier. My head is yanked back, and I feel a few strands being plucked at the motion. My neck is twisted, and a hot rod of metal is met with my cheeks. It feels weird, this stinging sensation. Is it pain? Is this what people scream for? It d
Profession 23| Profession
☼Willow☼My consciousness is awake. After spending a few months in this house taking care of these children, my mind wakes up before my body at 5 o’clock every weekday morning so I can get everything ready for Isabella’s school and Lucas’ homeschooling. Like now, I was awake, but my body wasn’t. I could feel my body getting more comfortable in my bed which seemed a little bit firmer today.My bed in the Moretti mansion has always been comfortable, it is soft, firm, and plushy and the smooth cotton bed sheets are always scented like my raspberry and coconut body wash. I moved, my hands fisting my covers that felt oddly full and silky. I buried my face into the fabric, my nose sniffing in a big whiff of rich musky cologne with a noticeable trace of clementine with maybe, lemon?I was confused. This smells nothing like my sheets or covers. This smells like a man’s room.Crazy. Maybe it’s because I’m still half asleep or maybe my nasal senses are finally fucked up.I made an effort to ope
Profession 24| Profession
My head fell limp as he strode across the room and entered the bathroom without questioning. If I wasn’t feeling like I was going to die, I would’ve fawned over his bathroom. It is as big as my room - and my room is not small. We passed a mini seating cushion that was beside the sauna as he went to his sink.I struggled to keep my knees stable when he set me down and I would’ve probably smashed my face in if he hadn’t held me down using both his hands on my waist to keep me steady. My fingers shook as I turned on the tap and leaned forward to empty my stomach. I gagged, a trickle of bitter liquid passing down from my throat and that was it. I washed my mouth and splashed some water on my face as I tried to keep my breath steady and in sync. Behind me, Lorenzo kept rubbing his thumbs by my sides and occasionally pressing the sides of his face to my bare back.I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that I am standing in the bathroom with my employer in a pair of pajamas that consists
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☼Willow☼I dated once when I was a freshman at Uni. It was kind of dumb I know, dating during my first year with all the work piled up in front of me and the busy schedules and trying to maintain good grades, but I was too excited. I wanted to do everything I couldn’t do when I was at home, I wanted to have friends, I wanted to party, I wanted a boyfriend that loved me, and I wanted to have sex every day – a bit of a stretch I know but I was too naïve, I guess.I should’ve known someone named Dickson would cheat on me a week after we had sex. Our so-called ‘relationship’ didn’t even last three months, I didn’t even mind because the disappointment wasn’t as shocking as I expected it to be. My heart has been broken by worse things and for worse reasons. Maybe I didn’t like him that much to begin with, that’s why I was more worried about my virginity being taken by someone whose name literally starts with a dick.But after the kiss I shared with Lorenzo earlier this morning, I found myse
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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?”
Profession 46| Profession
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
Profession 45| Profession
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
Profession 44| Profession
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
Profession 43| Profession
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
Profession 42| Profession
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
Profession 41| Profession
“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
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“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
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“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
