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Chapter 4 (EDITED)

Willow's POV

Ugh. The light is so bright. It's so very bright, almost blinding. What time is it? Did Mother leave my blinds open again? Oh how I hate when she does that. I'd like to yell at her but I can't seem to, she's my mother and "ladies don't raise their voices", as she says.

"You again?!" I hear a voice, a familiar voice but not my mother's.

My eyes snap open to see that evil lady. Oh shit, that wasn't a dream? And just when I was getting excited to yell at my mother.

"HELLO?! Are you deaf, little loiterer!" She screams and then runs right up to my body, yanking me up from the ground. The lady grabs my arm and drags me outside of the barn to her ugly remake of my house. She drags me all the way inside into her kitchen. She lets go of me just to grab the phone from the wall of the house.

No, she can't be calling the police again. I can't go there again, that place is a dungeon, a place full of...poor people. A place of dirt and funk from the outskirts of some town not like ours. I just can't go back there. I can't!

"Please, don't make me go back there! Please," I beg when I realize she's calling the Police Station. She turns towards me, the phone still ringing in her hands. Her eyes bore into mine and I can tell she's waiting for some kind of explanation.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm begging the person who stole the one place that felt like home to me, my very own home. Well, I guess, here goes nothing.

"So, I can explain. My parents uh left me here when they went to England. They never made it back here. And they never will see me again, I'll never see them. Death is like that sometimes. But they were in love with this place, all of our family lived here. Every branch in our family lived here but we had to move away and I guess you came here then. I just uh I miss this place and without them this is the only place I thought to go. I couldn't handle not having something of their's but I guess you live here now," I tell her, glancing at the ground.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know and I just overreacted. But I can't go back to my house. The people will come and take me away from the place I love. They will make me have to move somewhere even farther. I can't live if that happened."

I look back up at her to see her expression but she's not there. I let my eyes wander around the room. I see her cooking something, but staring right at my eyes.

"Your family, were they perhaps the Quinn's?" She wonders, giving me a hopeful look.

"Yeah. I'm...Willow Quinn, named after one of my ancestors that went missing. Oh how wonderful she was," she gave me a look that says she-knew-her-how-is-that-possible, so I add,"or so I've heard."

"Well, I understand your story but what do have me do? You were loitering in my barn."

"I'm so sorry. I really am," I tell her.

"You didn't let me finish, dear. I was going to say you were loitering in my barn but I can't let you stay out there on the streets. Family doesn't do that to each other," The lady corrects me and then turns back to finish cooking the food.

What? Family? Who is this lady anyways? So many confusing, stupid questions. Is she trying to confuse the hell out of me? Oh god, another question, ugh.

"I'll stop your mental battle and answer the question you must be fighting over," the lady grins at me," Victoria Quinn."

She puts her hand out and smiles at me. I shake her hand, trying to remember where I could have possibly heard that name. Yes! I knew I heard the name before. That boy, that boy from the Police Station asked if I knew her. Wow, she must be famous or something.