The sound of someone moving around the room quickly woke me up. I sat up, staring around the room as my eyes adjusted. I realised I wasn't at home, and it took me a few minutes to remember that I was at dillions. My eyes fell on Dillion. He was standing over at his dresser with his back to me and without a shirt on as he rummaged through his drawers. I couldn't help but admire the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, the way his back tapered down to a narrow waist. Guilt overcame me as I shouldn't be admiring Brax's best friend.I watched as Dillion grabbed a fresh shirt and slipped it on before turning around to see me awake. His expression softened as he met my gaze, and I felt a rush of warmth in my chest."Morning," he said softly, walking over to sit at the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep okay?"I nodded my head, clearing my throat. "Yes, thank you. How about you?" My voice was tired and rusty."The couch is not my favourite place to sleep, but it did the job", he joked. "Mum m
Brax Pov"Hey dude, what's the name of that blood girl at school?" Kasey yelled from across the room. I lowered my phone, trying to figure out what he was talking about. "There are over a hundred blonde girls at school," he said. he let out a sigh. "The blonde one with really big boobs that you slept with at that dude's party over Christmas".I rolled my eyes at him. That was not a night that I wanted to be reminded of right now. Girls are the last thing on my mind. "Emma"."Yeah, that one. Why don't you give her a call?" he said while cracking another beer. I went back to my phone, scrolling through only photos of Willow on her Facebook. She is all that I can think about; she is the only girl that I want to be with. "Give it a rest, Kasey," I said to him, wanting him to stop trying to make me think about other girls."Dillion," Kasey said, getting up off the couch. "Brax here is being a sad sack of shit".I looked up and saw Dillion walk through the door. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he
Days passed, and I stayed by Willow's side, watching over her as she lay there. I was starting to lose hope that she would ever wake up. My family and friends came to visit, but never Willow's mum or stepfather. Nat came a few times, but the last time she was here, she said she was sorry, but she couldn't stand to see Willow like this.One night, as I sat holding Willow's hand, willing her to wake up, Kasey spoke up softly. "Brax's, you know how much she means to you. You can't lose hope now. She needs you more than ever."His words struck a chord in me, and I realised he was right. Willow needed me now more than ever before, and I couldn't give up on her.As I sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, staring at Willow's pale face, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge against the people who did this to her. I clenched my fists, trying to push down the anger that threatened to consume me. But then Willow's hand twitched ever so slightly, and my heart leapt in hope."Willow?" I whisp
Willow's POV:As I slowly started to regain consciousness, my head was spinning, and my body felt heavy. The sound of beeping machines filled my ears, causing a sense of panic to rise within me. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright lights above me made me squint in discomfort."Willow?" a familiar voice whispered, sending a jolt of recognition through me. Brax. His voice was like a lifeline, grounding me in reality.I could feel his presence beside me, his warmth radiating towards me as he spoke softly. "Please, Willow, I need you to be okay," he pleaded. "I don't want to live in a world that doesn't have you in it."His words pierced through the fog in my mind, slowly waking me.Suddenly, everything around me seemed to go into chaos. The machines beeped louder, the room filled with urgency and fear. Brax's voice faded into the background as panic gripped me once again. My body was overtaken with pain, and the memories of everything flooded into my mind.I shot up, gripping my thro
I dragged my bruised and painful body into the bathroom. I must have done something to make him as mad as he was tonight. He hasn't beaten me like this in months. Pulling myself up onto my feet, using the skin to hold me up, I take a lot at his handy work. Somehow, he had managed to control himself and hadn't left a mark on my face. I guess he remembered that tomorrow was the first day of school. I turned on the shower, wincing as the hot water hit my sore skin. I tried to block out the memories of what had just happened, focusing instead on the upcoming school year. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe I could finally find a way out of this hell.As I washed away the blood and tears, I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep up this. How long could I pretend that everything was fine when, in reality, my stepfather was a powerful mafia boss who controlled every aspect of my life. I stood there, letting the water run over my body. My mind raced with a million thoughts, his
I kneeled on the cold, hard sidewalk, frozen with fear, waiting for the men to hold up their guns and kill Brax and his friends. They had no trouble killing the other man, so why would they care about ending three more lives and then mine."move! This has nothing to do with you," one of the men yelled at Brax. One of Braxs friends placed his hand on his back. As he did, he lifted his shirt, revealing a gun. He didn't pull it out; instead, he just stood there ready. "This has everything to do with me," Brax said as he stepped closer to them. "you're on my father's streets harassing a young girl that I've already told you is with me", his voice was filled with confidence. He stood centimetres away from one of the men. "I'm sure my father would be less than impressed to find out you were on his territory."The men hesitated, unsure of what to do next. They exchanged uneasy glances before finally backing away, muttering curses under their breath.I let out the breath I had been holding
I spent the night thinking about Brax. It was so stupid because no matter what, I couldn't have anything to do with him for so many reasons. I got up getting ready for school, having to put make-up on my neck to cover the now black bruises that wrapped around it. I avoided the house, going out the back gate and walking the long way to school. I couldn't bear the thought of facing Steve today. Walking into school, jealousy washed over me as I walked through the crowd of happy, carefree teenagers who had probably spent their night talking on the phone, gossiping about their new crush or something. My heart longed for a normal life without pain and suffering. Getting to my locker, I started swapping over my books for the day, but as I closed my locker, a hand grabbed him. I looked up in shock, my eyes meeting Braxs without a word. He started pulling me towards the boy's bathroom, pushing open the door and dragging me inside with him. A boy was standing over at the troth. Brax narrowed h
"Where have you been?" his voice, sending fear rushing through my body. "I had to stay back at school to get some stuff done," I said, my voice shaky. He stood up, walking towards me. I cowered as he did. "I have another job for you," he grabbed a piece of my hair, playing with it between his fingers. There's a dress in the bathroom. Get ready." His words made me feel sick as a million thoughts raced through my head. What was I getting ready for.I knew that whatever he was going to make me do would not be something I wanted to do, but I also knew that I had no choice in the matter. As I walked into the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, I saw the dress he had laid out for me. It was tight-fitting but with a high neck and long sleeves, so it covered the marks he had made on me; the idea of wearing something that clung to my body made me feel uncomfortable. I hated having men look at me with desire in their eyes.I quickly changed into the dress, feeling exposed and vulnerable.