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☼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
Profession 17| Profession
☼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
Profession 18| Profession
“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
Profession 19| Profession.
“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
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