Logan's Tribrid

12.

Willow's POV:

I wake up and look around to be met with the familiar white room and sound of a beeping heart monitor.

I look around to see my family and Logan all sitting in the room sound asleep, Rage in the chair right beside my bed.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I told you, you'd be sorry. Bitch."

Before I know it, he was standing and slapped me hard across the face. I looked up at him to see his eyes finned with rage but when he saw it was just me, he immediately began apologizing.

"Back up. I told you I didn't care and I meant it. I've been through worse. Did you get a blood test."

He shook his head no before sitting back down. Everyone else began waking up and when they saw me awake, their eyes widened.

"You're awake already? No one has woke up that fast from a bullet like that." Mom said. I arch my back and stretch, feeling the burning sensation in my stomach.

"Please. I used to lick the same shit that the bullet was made of. I'm basically immune other than the extremes burn and pain that I feel from it."

Wrath stirred in Dad's lap and finally woke up. When he saw me awake he jumped from his arms and ran to me.

"Willow, you're awake!!"

"I am." I grinned at the kid before he started rambling about random shit. The doctor came in and took mine and Rage's blood for a DNA test before we went back to listening to Wrath speak.

They all talked for the next hour or so as I just laid there with my eyes closed as I listened to their conversations.

Flashback to when Willow was still locked up by William.

"Congratulations, Master William. She's pregnant!" I was 12 at the time. My first pregnancy. I internally freaked out at the doctors words as A smirk pulled itself onto Williams face.

He grabbed me and kissed me hard before pulling me back down to the basement and chaining me to the wall.

"I'll be back in a little bit for some food, darling." Then he walked out.

'Think Willow, think! There is no way in hell I am having this asshole's kid.' I looked at the chains around my wrist before remembering what William informed me what they were coated with.

I brought the chains up to my mouth and began picking the substance. It burned my tongue to hell and back but it didn't care. I got the liquid substance and swallowed it down.

I knew the damage this would do to my tongue but I didn't care. As long as I didn't have to give birth to a mini rapist.

After assuming that I swallowed enough of the dangerous liquid, I felt a sticky substance coming from my primo ate parts.

Here comes the trauma of a miscarriage. But it can't be anymore trauma then it's be if I had his kid.

Back to present time.

I shot up from my mini nap and looked around to see I was back in a hospital room instead of that horrid cell that William kept me in.

A scream escaped my lips as I forgot I wasn't alone. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I looked at my stomach.

I was right. The amount of miscarriages I had were extremely traumatic for me. Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have done it but then I remember what would have happened if I would have kept the babies. But that still doesn't change the facts.

A knock resonated on the door before the doctor came in. "The blood work is here and it seems you and Willow happen to actually be brother and sister, Rage. This is 100% the girl we've been searching for over a decade."

He handed the papers to Rage before walking out of the room. Rage read over then before looking up at me.

I flipped my middle finger at him before saying, "I told you so." And shrugged.

"Leave it to me to get my twin fucking sister back and immediately torturing her."

"Nothing I couldn't handle." I shrug once again.

"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact it should have never happened."

Once again, I shrugged it off. I'm just glad I have proof that I'm actually Willow and now I have my family back.

Tears streamed down all of their faces as I just sat there with a full look, staring. Wrath looked kinda confused but stayed silent anyways. Logan wa shuts rubbing his temples.

I finally broke the silence by asking, "when can I get out of here?"

"The doctor said about a week." My father responded between sniffles.

I raised a singular brow before ripping the needles out of me and jumping off the bed. Pain spread through my body.

I just realized that I was in nothing but underwear but I picked up the random mens shirt and the it over my body and walking out of the hospital room.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Fury yelled out as I stepped into the elevator.

"Home!" I yelled, right as the door closed and I sat down in the elevator and waited for it to make it all the way to the lobby floor from the 60th floor where my room was.