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
After hours of me just laying there staring at the wall and Brax sitting across the room watching my every move, the door opened, and in walked a doctor. I turned my head to look at him for a second before looking back at the wall. He came over, standing next to the bed, holding his clipboard in his hands; I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye. "I just need to ask you some questions, willows, if that's okay?" he asked me, keeping his voice low and kind. I didn't answer him; I just kept looking at the wall, hoping that he would leave me alone. "Do you know where you are?" I continued to ignore the doctor, not wanting to engage with him. He sighed softly before trying a different approach."Willow, can you at least tell me how you got here?" he asked gently, his eyes full of concern.Suddenly, Steve's face flashed in my mind, and my heart clenched. The memories flooded back, making my chest tighten with pain. I started to move my arms that were restrained, feeling the
Days passed, and Brax never left my side. I shut myself off from the world, letting the emptiness inside me completely overtake me. The doctors had been in and out of my room, speaking in hushed tones as they discussed my case. I could hear snippets of their conversations, but nothing they said seemed to register in my mind.One day, as I lay motionless on the hospital bed, a group of doctors entered my room with grim expressions on their faces. They began talking amongst themselves before turning to me with concerned looks. One of the doctors said gently. "We think it would be best for you to receive proper care at a psychiatric facility."I knew what he was implying. He didn't need to say it out loud. They thought that I was crazy and hurting myself. I should have felt angry or sad or anything at all, but I felt nothing. I just lay there staring at them blankly, the words barely making sense in my mind. Brax stood up from his chair."No, she's not crazy! She didn't do this to herse
Brax's shoulders sagged in defeat as he looked at his father. "Please, Dad, I'll do anything. Just help her," Brax begged, his voice cracking with emotion.His father studied him for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "You know what this means, don't you? If we get involved, there will be consequences," he warned.Braxs started pacing the room, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence. I sat there watching his every move. I wanted to tell him to just let me go and to move on with his life because there was nothing that he or anyone else could do to help me. I was broken beyond repair."I don't care about the consequences," Brax said firmly, turning to face his father with a stern look on his face. "I can't just stand by and watch while they do this to her. I'll take my place as heir and name myself as your second if that's what it takes."His father's eyes widened in shock at Brax's declaration. "Are you sure about this, son? You'll be giving up everything - your future, your
I couldn't look at Brax anymore, so I lay there staring up at the ceiling. The door opened, and Brax's father came in, clearing his throat. Brax stood up, going over to him with hope in his eyes."I'm sorry, Brax," his father said. "Willow's stepfather has already signed the papers for her to be transferred. There's nothing we can do to stop it."My eyes remained fixated on the ceiling, refusing to meet anyone's gaze."But... but she can't go," Brax pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "She needs to stay here with me."His father sighed. "I know, son. I tried everything I could, but it's out of our hands now. However, I have arranged for Willow to be transferred to a nicer hospital and have paid for all the expenses."I could hear the desperation in Brax's voice as he asked, "Will she be okay there? Will she get better?"His father nodded reassuringly, trying to offer some hope. But I knew deep down that it was too late for me. I had given up fighting a long time ago.I closed my
For the first time in weeks, I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I'd seen myself bruised a million times before, but something was different about it this time. I couldn't bring myself to look away from the reflection staring back at me.The deep purple bruises that covered my face and body stood out starkly against my pale skin, a painful reminder.I traced a finger along the outline of a particularly nasty bruise on my cheek, feeling the tenderness beneath my touch. I should have been used to this by now, but each new mark felt like a fresh wound, reopening old scars.I remembered the way their fists had rained down on me, their words cutting deeper than any physical blow ever could. I remembered the fear and helplessness that consumed me in those moments, the desperate need to escape from the pain.But now, as I stared at my broken reflection, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness, just a numbness that seemed to seep into every fibre of my being. I couldn't cry anymor