1 Chapter One Willow's Story

Willow's POV

March 30, 2007

All my life the only thing I knew was pain. Nothing else but pain and loneliness. I look out the basment window wishing I was free. You see my father was extremly abusive and sexual abusive. This was the only life I knew. I continue to look out the window when I hear footsteps. I quickly dodge for my little twin bed that was on the floor and pretend that I was sleep. I figured my dad wouldn't do anything, right? Oh I was so wrong.

" Get up you filithy bitch" he yelled while kicking me in my stomach. I yelped in pain as tears already started dripping down my face. I was then yanked by my hair and dragged to the other part of the basment. I whispered no mutiple times only for him to push me to the ground and slap me acrose my face. He then handcuffed me to two poles for both my hands and my feet. He repetedly then started hitting my in my stomach. All I could feel was the pain. The sad thing was my mother knew about this. She was upstairs probably reading the lastest gossip or rinding some new sex toys and better handcuffs or whips for my father to use on me. He then stopped and uncuffed me and pushed me on the ground and left the basment. I layed there for some time in pain. I couldn't even fully cry or he would hurt me some more.

"Why me? What did I e-even do?" I whispered stuttering. I took deep breaths of air and crawled to my bed. It was dirty and I was in desprete need of a blanket. The moths had put some holes in mine. I didn't care though. I silently prayed for someone to get me out of here. I looked at the window one last time and then closed my eyes and slept.

March 31,2007

I woke up to the sound of loud yelling. Like really loud yelling. I heard a lound thud and wondering what was going on. I never heard my parent fight and even though my life freaking sucked it was the one thing I was thankful for. It means I wouldn't have to deal with a headache after a sever beating or him touching me. I heard my mother yell

"Jason please stop your hurting me!" My mother Nicole yelled. I wanted to see what was going on but I couldn't. Father always locked the door so that way when both of them left I wouldn't escape. I rolled my eyes and I was getting frustrated. I could hear a door slamming and a car engine. I heard my mother crying. I was happy at the thought of someone being as broken as me. I heard footsteps coming down to the basment and I went to the wondow pretending to look out of it. My mother was still crying when she came in here. She never has this was her first time.

"Go." That was all she said. Not I'm sorry for making you life miserble or having father do that to me. Just go. I looked at her purley confused. I was down here for 2 years. I expected more than just one word. It made me furuious. Like how can she not care. I guess she noticed in my eyeswhat I was thinking.

"Just go Willow. Okay I ju-ust don't want you and if you don't I'll have Jason come back and this time he'll kill you. I never wanted you nor do I need you. You are ugly and filthy and I just don't need you." I looked at her and started talking.

"Okay I'll go. But i'm only filithy and ugly because you kept me down here for god knows what. I don't even remeber what I did to you guys. If you didn't want me there is such thing as adotion and you could have given me away, but instead you desided to hurt mw and brake me. So i'll go but trust me you will get karma and Jason oh he'll hurt you I can already tell that he has." I spoke clearly for the first time. I was proud of myself and clearly she was shock. And I left her standing there while I went and left. I ran and ran not knowing where the hell I was going. London was cold and all I had on was a t-shirt that was ripped and some tights. I had no shoes on but I didn't care I kept running and running.

I woke up and relized all of that. Of me escaping was a dream and I was still in hell. It was still dark time maybe 3am. I walked around to see if I could use anything to brake the window. Nothing, I found absuletly nothing. I walked back to my little matress on the floor and cried myself to sleep. I'm hoping, praying that one day. One day I would escape and finally be free and never gave to see my parents.

April 5, 2007

It been 5 days since my father came down to hit me. I'm not complaining but I haven't eaten in 5 days either. I was wondering what was going on. Did they forget me? I hoped not because then I would die down here never being able to escape. I was so weak and dirty. I was so sad depressed. I heard footsteps and I got scared. I knew what my dad would do to me. I backed up into a corner trying to hide, but I knew that would only make my punishment worse. A man in a suit went to the corner and looked at me. There was pain in his eyes. He held out his hands and for a moment I had hope until he then dissapered. I had invisioned it. None of it was real. I heard yelling in my head and when I did hear footsteps. It was my father he came near me and grabbed me by the throat. He recked of beer and cigars. He tossed me to the matress in the other part of the basment which he kept locked so I wouldn't have a better place to sleep. He tied me with rope and there he raped me. Once he was finished he graped a whip and hit me 10 times for being bad. I didn't know what I did but I was in pain. I was crying, screaming for him to stop. Maybe I got into his head but he dropped the whip and exited out of the room. I was terrble wrong though. He came back with a gag and then contiued 15 more hits. I was in terrible pain. I couldn't remeber much else because everything went black.

April 6,2007

I was still in the bed with rope around my wrist. Light was coming through and I didn't know how. The rope wasn't tight around my wrist so I easily got it off. I got the rope of of my foot. And stood up. I had dried blood all on me. I wobbled a little but managed not to make a sound. I looked around to see a window that was locked. I walked towards it and saw that it was locked on the inside not the outside. I unlocked it making sure it didn't make a noise. I tried pucking myself up but failed and fell making a loud thud. I got really scared. Then I remebered today was Friday and my dad had to be at work along side with my mother. I looked around the room to see what I could use to jump though the window. I saw a table were sometimes my dad would tie me and beat me. I pushed it with all my strength and jumped on it. I crawled put the window into freedom. I pinched myself to make sure it was real. Then I ran. I didn't know where but I was running but I looked at the address. I took a mental note and ran. I don't remember how long I ran but I remember seeing a cop car. It pulled me over if I can even say that and asked me what was going on.

"Well sir i-i um ran off from my parents because they." I couldn't finished the sentence because then I broke down into tears. The officer looked at me and told me to enter the car. I was scared he was going to hurt me but I had no choice. He drove me to the emergency in complete silence. I didn't know that my life was gonna change forever. Before anyone could start asking questions I blacked out. I don't know how long I was under but when I opened my eyes I was in a different room with two poilice officers. The questions began.

"What is your name sweetheart?" One poilce officer asked. She had dark brown eyes and a fair complextion with her hair in a bun.

"Willow Jackson" i answered. They wrote it down on their note pad.

"How old are you?" A man asked this time. He had dirty blonde hair amd green eyes.

"12" i whispered.

"May you tell is why you were running away?" He asked. I looked at him with pure disgust for some odd reason. Was it not clear that I was getting abused. I had brusies and cuts all across me. He seemed to notice and wrote it down. What a very stupit question indeed. A week passed and I founded out my father and mother have been put in prision for the rest of their lives. My life was finally going to get better right? I mean with them gone no one else can hurt me. I wouldn't have to be in constant fear that one day my father was gonna kill me. But no it wouldn't get better. I would have nightmears of this for the rest of my life. The memory of being abused was going to haunt me forever. But at least I wouldn't be hurt by my parents anymore.

Willow's POV

April 7, 2008

It was pouring outside today and on top of that it was cold. I tried my hardest all day to remain calm and act like everything was perfectly fine, but I just couldn't. Not when I know today was the day that I had escaped my father and him constanly rappung and abusing me and my mother who did nothing to stop it. I looked around my small room in the orphange where I lived. See people like me, we don't get adopted. We're to fucked up for anyone to love us much less look at us. So when people come to adopted I stay in my room. I was almost 18 anyways so I would be able to leave soon. I put on my headphones and listened to Linkin Park What I've Done

See when I was being abused I always thought I did something. Like I was a failer and that's why I was being abused. Listening to Linkin Park made me feel so much better. It made me feel like someone else understands my pain and I'm not alone. That's the weird thing is that no kne else understands the pain. Only music has ever gotten my pain.

I turn over to my side with headphones on and cry myself to sleep. Tears where streaming down my face. My eyes were already read and the thing was It wasn't the first time that I've done it, but sadly I knew that the memories would all come back and make me feel as if I was reliving them.

~Flashback~

My father had grabbed my throat and threw me on the bed. I already knew better than to fight because I knew what would happen if I did. He grabbed a blindfold and the ropes and tied me. There he rapped me. He left the basment and I cried and cried silently. That was all I was able to do. He did come back to then hit me because I was being a "bitch" and I needed to learn my place.

~End Of Flashback~

I was in full tears as I remebered my father touching me. It pained me the most knowing that I never sought to get help or talk about it. Instead I stood quite and bottled all of my feelings, the anger, confusion, and saddness. I didn't ubderstand how such people could ever existe in this world. Did I really desrve to be hurt the way I was? That was the question that constanly repeted itself. Maybe I did deserve it. That was what I was always thinking. That I had done something and I deserved to be mistreated. To be treated like an animal. Like an outcast.

~2 years Later~

March 30, 2010

My birthday was today. I really didn't care though. Why celebrate a day when I still felt the same. I was always the same and nothing has changed in 3 years. I was 15 and still felt the same pain. Still felt usless and unwanted. That's how it goes. No one wants a teenager much less want a child who has issues. I went to down to see everybody playing outside. I rolled my eyes at the imagie. How can anyone be happy in this place. I thought that when I came here right away I was going to have my Happily Ever After, but instead I was sent to hell 2.0. Not as aggesive but I still get hit for basically anything I didn't do. I went back to my room and grabbed a razor. I looked at it fondley and really wanted to cut. Take my mind off of everything, but I knew I couldn't. They had started checking wrist to make sure no one was cutting because last year a girl commited suicide.

I put the razor away and started writting down my feelings. It was honestly the only thing that kept me sane.

Dear Journal,

Honestly I hate everything and its tiring knowing I cannot do anything about it. I had another flashback about my father. Can I even call him that? I hate how I can't just end it or I cannot run away. I just want to be 18 so that way I can be free. That's all I want to be. Just be free. Free from all my trouble. Free from trying to fucking much. All I need to be is FREE.

- Goodbye

Willow J.

I finsined writting in my journal not knowing what I was going to do after. I had stood in my room the entire day not speaking to anyone. More people came and got adopted. It reminded me of a dog shelter. Here they never treated us like humans. Or at least they didn't treat me like on. I despretly wanted to break free, but how would I be free. Ideas kept popping into my head as I thought of a way to be free. I was here for way to long and it was finally starting to show. I quickly packed a bag and hid it under my bed. I had some clothes like 3 t-shirts and 3 pears of pants. I had also stuffed some food so where ever I may be going I wouldn't be hungry. I had my razor as well and added that. I unlocked the window early so that way I wouldn't make noise and wake up the workers or the few kids that lived here. When kids started rushing into the rooms to go to sleep I went to my bed and "closed" my eyes. About maybe an hour later. I heard snoring and got up trying to be as quite as possible.

I grabbed my bag and my shoes and went out of the window. We had a ledge that I slowly started walking in making sure not to look down. I had this major like I mean major fear of heights. I contiued walking until I got to this tree that was planted right next to the building. I went and climbed down the kadder they had on the tree for some tree house they never built because they were lazy. I climes down and started running. It was something I was very good at. If you're wondering about cameras, dont. They have none because the don't care for our saftey. They have money for all of this but rather spend it on themselves. I rolled my eyes amd ran off into darkness.

~Next Day~

I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking. Like I can't survive on my own and then to run off. Uhg I just can't with myself sometimes. What the fuck was I going to do? I start walking trying to figure a way out of the woods when I came upound a path. My face brighten and I started running following the path. I came to a stop when I came to a town. Fordwich. It was very small but I quickly grew to love it. I wondered around taking everything in. A younge lady looked at me giving me a questionable look. My face fell and she seemed to notice.

"I didn't mean to scare ya honey but what are you doing here all alone?" I didn't answer but she seemed to know already.

"Aye so your a runaway then ye? It's fine honey I've ran away when I was younger but you look starved and by the looks of it in need of a shower and some clean clothes. Am I correct?" I nodded my head. I was wondering if I should even trust this lady, but she seemed nice to do anything bad to me. I was hoping my judgement was correct. She took me to a small cottage. Even though it was small it was homey. Yes when I was younger I had a big house but it's also the house that haunts me. Having something more small made me feel more protected, and I wasn't sure why. She handed me some clothes, towel, and soap and took me to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and bathed. It felt good to have hot running water. I let the water burn my skin as I went to go wash my hair. My hair was kind of curly and I was a brunet with carmel skin and gray eyes. I also had freckels and somewhat lips. My body wasn't bad either given the fact that I basical starved. I still had meat on my stomache and though many despise me chuncky I loved that about me. I didn't want to be skin and bones. I got out of the shower and dried myself think on what was I was going to do. I got dressed after hanging uo the towel. It smelled really good out here.

"Are you hungry love?" I nod me head and sit down to start eating. She smiles and askes for my name.

"Willow" i whisper with food in my mouth. She chuckles.

"My name is Marie." She began eating. Since that day I found myself a home p, but I knew it wasn't forever. I had issues and I knew she wasn't going to like me for long, but I would mak ethe most out of it.

Marie POV(shocked lol)

I was walking down the street about to go to the store for some food when I saw a younge girl maybe 14 15. There was something about her that made me want to care for her. After losing my baby boy William I was lonley, and the father well he left me for some "better" looking girl. I mentaly rolled my eyes as I remeber him leaving. I pushed the thought quickly out of my mind and walked to the girl. She seemed to not be from here. You can tell but she definely seemed to like it here. I smiled as I walked to her. I gave her a questioning look and seeing her face fall hurt me. There everythibg changed. I took her home with me and let her take a shower. I started cooking because that girl looked like a twig and I was not about to have that. In my house we eat until we are stuffed and that girl looked like she hasn't eaten in a really long time. I could tell she also had a story. A painful one and I knew one day I was going to have her open up to me. Not now but soon. She came out with her hair curling. Her eyes lit up at the look of the food and it made me so happy. Her name was Willow which reminded me of my son William. It just had to be a coicidence. I told her my name and it seemed like she was tense. I don't blame her though.

"Well Willow where are your parents at?" I ask her. Her eye look down and I can tell she was about to cry. "Did her parents die?"

"No my parents are not dead though they do deserve it." She looked mad. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

"They are in jail the correct? Well I can tell they hurt you and I know you do not know me but I promise to take care of you. Something about you reminded me of myself when I was younger. My parnets never loved me and I can tell neither did yours, but I will love you as fi you were actually my child." Willow looked at me and smiled. Maybe just maybe one day Willow will trust me.

We watched an action movie and a comidey. First was salt. Seriously though how do they expect women to be straight when girls like Angelina Jolie existe. In the middle of the second movie The tooth Fairy with Dwayne Jonhson Willow fell asleep. I got uo slowly not trying to wake her up and grabbed her. I wasn't a very strong person but she weighed as much as a feather does. I put her in her new room and tucked her in giving her a kiss on her forhead. I went back to the living room and turned the TV off. I was tired as well and I knew we had tons to do tommorow. I had to register her for school and get her some clothes. I had money like tons of money because I was an owner of a company. I could buy a bigger house as well but I loved it here and I can already tell so did Willow. Willow was the spotlight of my life.

Marie and Willow made the perfect family. They just got along so well and everything was perfect. The thing is what happens behind close doors stay behind close doors. Marie has been working alot lately leaving Willow all by herself. Today happened to be the day she escaped her "father". Memories started flooding poor Willow's mind. She got up from the couch and went over to the kitchen looking for something sharp.

Willow's POV

I was checking the cabients looking for anything sharp. I found a razor and went to my bedroom. I held it clost to my wrist and slashed it. Deep enough were I wouldn't remember any other pain. My wrist were starting to burn and I knew I couldn't run it underwater. It only made the pain worst. I let tears fall down my face until I heard the dront door unlock. I knew it was Marie so I tip-toed to turn off the light and pretend to be asleep. I didn't want her to worry about me, but the thing was I knew she was going to find out soon. Maybe I should come clean to her? But what if she hates me and leaves me because i'm a disgrace.

Thoughts started scattering in my head. Thought I couldn't control that told me I wasn't good enough. I was tired and soon fell asleep ablivious to what would happen if Marie walked into my bathroom.

Marie's POV

I came home late again ans saw Willow tip-toed to her room. It was late at night and I was exusted. Work had beat the shot out of me, but I would do anything to make sure Willow and I were straight. I walked to my bedroom when I looked in her bathroom. The sink was convered in blood. I was horrified. I was going to yell at Willow, but something stopped me. I don't know what it was but I had a feeling I needed to confort her instead of making her feel worse. I promised myself I would talk to her first thing in the morning. For now I was going to try to sleep hoping Willow wouldn't do anything worse to herself.

~The next day~

I was worried all last night I couldn't even sleep. I streached my back and made my way to my bathroom cleaning my face and brushing my teeth. I put my house slippers on and walke dtowards the kitchen. I knew Willow wouldn't be up for awhile or until she smells food. I grabbed a frying pan and a grill that had one smooth side and started making bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I made some herberl tea and set the plates on the table. Not even a minute later I see Willow walking into the kitchen. Her eyes were puffy which I figured was from crying. I held my head down wondering how I should start this converstation. It was a tricky one for sure and I didn't know if she was going to be mad at me.

"Willow honey we um we need to talk about something very serious." Willow stopped eatting her eggs and looked at me. It was clear she knew what was going on. Tears started filling up her eye as I talked to her about what I saw. I went towards her and held her in a warm inbrace. I never let go.

2 years later

Narrator

It was 2 years since Marie and Willow had the conversation about her cutting. She was diagnosed with Depression and PTSD. Both had went theough sever trama. Marie was diagnosed with Breast ancer but had beat it. Willow had went thorugh collage and was studing art. Because Marie took Willow in Willow's life had drantically changed.

10 years later

Willow was walking down the asile with a beautiful dress. White with flowers around it but she looked amazing in it. Marie was holding her hand as they walked up to Stacy. Willow was lesbian and was getting married to her fiance. Willow walked up to Stacy and they held hands stating their vowls. Willow looked towards her mother and smiled. Marie had tissue in her hands and was crying. All of this happened because Marie had took Willow in. Because Marie had talked to Willow and didn't ignor her cry and her pain. Willow was alove because of Marie and because of Marie Willow was getting married to the love of her life.