From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 18

A/N: Here's the next chapter and thank you whoever is reading this for coming this far. I really appreciate it! As usual please comment because I haven't heard from anyone in a while and I'm not sure if you're enjoying my writing or not. :/ Also please can you tell me if you find any mistakes so I can correct them. Thanks. Ciara x

Chapter 18 Andy’s POV:

I enter the park my heart racing from the run. I’m late thanks to the taxi breaking down. Why does everything go so wrong when I need it to go right?

I look around frantically for Willow and I see no sign of her. My heart stumbles for a second, panicking. Why isn’t she here?

It’s then that I see a group of people by a tree at the other end of the park. I study them but I can’t see much from here. I decide to make my way over, they might have seen Willow.

As I get closer I hear voices and male laughs. One voice stands out from the rest.

“No please no.” It whimpers and my breath leaves me. Willow. But the voice sounds so broken, so tearful. I race towards her and the cluster of what I now see as men. What the hell is going on?

Anger rages through me at the sight before me. About five teenagers of about eighteen stand watching and snickering at the scene before them. Willow is pushed up against a tree, tears pouring down her face, a blonde haired man wedged against her. His hands are up her top and his lips are locked on hers.

“Get your hands off of her.” I say my voice dripping with menace. They all turn to look at me. Willow’s eyes light up as her eyes land on me. Her lip is cut and she looks so broken. Shame is obvious in her eyes and I can’t believe this has happened to her. I want to comfort her, tell her that this isn’t her fault, that she shouldn’t feel this way.

But I can’t. His filthy hands are still on her. He looks me up and down and laughs. “What the hell are you?”

I ignore his comment. His hands still haven’t moved. “I said get off her.” I say, deadly serious. Instead of getting off, he presses himself even closer to Willow. She gasps and her eyes light up in pain. I take a step forward, wanting to go to her, but I’m pushed back by one of the tormenters friends.

“Just move on. Leave her alone. She likes it.” The man who pushed me back says laughing. His brown eyes show his enjoyment and I feel sick.

I punch him in the face. I can’t resist, what he says is wrong and I hate it. I hate what they are doing to Willow and the hurt it’s causing her. They don’t have a right to do this. No human should be treated this way.

He stumbles away slightly, clutching his face. I push past him and make my way to Willow. A few of the other members of the group try to stop me but I push them away roughly. The blonde is still on top of Willow and I hate it. I meet Willow’s eyes and I see the pain, the hurt, the shame. Tears still stream down her face and her lip is bleeding. I also notice blood dripping from her side. On further inspection I see the source is a deep cut on her arm, the cut she made just before I called her.

I stand in front of them and he tries to speak but I punch him right on the jaw. His hands leave Willow and he stumbles away, grasping his face like the other man. I rush to Willow and pull her into my arms. She melts into them and I feel her shoulders shaking with tears.

“I’m here Willow. I’ll keep you safe.” I whisper soothingly into her ear, my heart racing after the adrenalin of the past few minutes.

“You’re going to regret this freak.” A choked voice says. I pull away from Willow but take my hand in hers. I put her behind me and I turn to face the voice. The man who was forcing himself on Willow stands watching me, his friends standing behind him trying to look brave. I see the wary looks on their faces and I know they aren’t as strong as they try to pretend they are. The attacker has blood dripping from his lip and I can’t help but feel satisfied. He deserves all the hurt he can get after what he’s done to Willow. I wish the damage I inflicted was bigger than a cut.