“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
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
☼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
☁︎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
☼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
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
☼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