From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22 Willow’s POV:

My eyes open and I wake up feeling content. Warm arms are still looped around my waist and I smile. Andy’s hair tickles my face and I push it away carefully.

I turn over as carefully as I can, not wanting to wake Andy. I look up at the old fashioned clock that hangs above the fireplace. It’s nine o’clock so it’s still quite early. I turn back around so I’m facing Andy again.

Excitement and anticipation stirs inside of me as I remember what is happening today. I’m going back to America with Andy! I’m really excited at the thought of seeing Jinxx, Jake, Ash and CC again. I really have missed their company. I smile thinking about what Jake will say when he knows me and Andy are together. I could tell Jake wanted me and Andy to be together.

Andy’s hair covers his face and I brush it away carefully. He looks so peaceful and I smile brighter. I really appreciate that he’s here with me. I still can’t believe I’m with him, properly. I’ve watched people in school have relationships and they have been false and awkward. Mine and Andy’s relationship feels like none of those things. It feels right and natural.  I can’t imagine being with anyone apart from Andy. And it’s not like I’ve had any other interest.

I’ve never been interested in anyone before as I am in Andy. Most guys I’ve met either ignore my existence or torment me because of the way I dress. Andy, CC, Jinxx, Ashley and Jake are the first guys I’ve met that haven’t done that. I don’t think words could ever fully communicate how grateful I am for their presence in my life. They have truly transformed my life, for the better.

It’s truly amazing how even after you’ve been through hell and back like I have, five people who truly show they care can save your life. I was lost and they have bought me back from the edge. I honestly don’t know if I would still be here without them. Before they entered my life I was struggling. I was putting on a brave face when inside I was screaming for help. They answered that call and I will be eternally grateful for that.

Tears spring to my eyes at the memory of how much they have done for me. I look at Andy’s sleeping face. “Thank you.” I murmur, knowing he hasn’t heard but I needed to say it.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and I look up from Andy. I see my Mum coming down the stairs, wrapped up in a dressing gown. She smiles at me and she looks from me to Andy. Her smile doesn’t fade and I’m grateful that she isn’t angry that I spent the night with Andy. Nothing happened anyway.

I carefully ease myself out from under Andy’s arms so I can speak to Mum. Thankfully I manage to ease away without waking Andy up. I follow my Mum into the kitchen.

“Good morning Willow. Sleep well?” Mum says, turning to face me once she’s retrieved two cups from the cupboard. She has a teasing smile on her face and I blush.

“Yeah thanks.” I say with a small smile. I take a cup from her and start making myself a milkshake as I normally do in the mornings. It feels good being in the same room as Mum, acting the way we used to before everything went wrong.

“Good.” She says smiling at me brightly. It is as if we haven’t been through losing Dad and our argument. She’s as she was before. “You’re going to be exhausted when you get to America.”

I nod and take a sip of my drink. Mum turns on the kettle to make herself a drink, then she turns to face me. We take a seat at the table.

“Before you go Willow, I want to give you something.” Mum says, more serious now. I look at her puzzled. She gets up from the table without an explanation and goes to the cupboard at the far end of the kitchen. She takes out a brown pot and lifts the lid. I can’t see the contents from my seat at the table. I see Mum nod and smile sadly before she brings the pot back to the table. She places it in the centre and I stare at it.