The rise of the White Widow

✨Shitty father gang✨

⚠️ Flashbacks, Abuse mentioned, panic attack⚠️

The painful memories come rushing back as I stand frozen in front of the store. What do I do now?

As I stand nervously in the crowded room, I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. Startled, I turn to see Nat standing beside me, her eyes filled with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asks softly, sensing my unease.

My body reacts before I can even respond, I flinch in fear and my breathing becomes shallow and rapid. My hands start to shake uncontrollably as panic rises within me. As the room starts to spin around me, my eyes lock onto my father's stunned expression from across the room. He seems equally shocked by the sudden sight of me here.

Uncertainty claws its way through my mind and I instinctively back away from Nat's comforting presence, unable to break eye contact with my father. There is a moment where nothing else exists but his piercing gaze; then suddenly, I stumble backwards into Maria.

"Hey," Maria says firmly but gently as she catches and steadies me with her strong hands. "Alex." Her voice grounds me momentarily, and our eyes meet as she searches for flecks of sanity in the pools of panic that has become my gaze.

Suddenly, Nat seems to understand the urgency of the situation and grasps both Maria and I firmly by our arms. Her voice is low but resolute as she declares, "Let's go, now." We follow her lead without hesitation, glancing back over our shoulders one last time before disappearing into the sea of bodies that fill the room.

As we approach the car, I hesitantly open the back door and slide into the seat. With trembling hands, I close the door behind me, producing a loud thud that echoes in my ears. I curl up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest as I start to rock back and forth in an attempt to comfort myself.

My ears continue to ring, drowning out all other sounds around me. My racing heart is the only thing I can feel as my breathing becomes shallow and rapid. It feels suffocating, like being trapped in a small, dark room with no escape.

Suddenly, harrowing memories flood my mind. They're so vivid and intense that it's overwhelming, as if I'm living through them again. The images of my father appear unbidden, his merciless beatings and unbearable abuse. It's excruciatingly painful to recall the torment that once dominated my life.

The memories cling to me like a heavy weight, dragging me back into a past I've desperately tried to forget. But for now, there's no escaping them; they've taken hold of my mind and erased any sense of the present moment. All that remains is darkness and pain, as I continue to rock back and forth in the back seat of the car, trying to find even an ounce of stability in this terrifying storm of memories.

Nat's pov

I can only watch, feeling powerless, as Alex continues to rock back and forth in the back seat of the car. She has her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. Her body is quivering, and she's barely whispering words I can't seem to understand.

Concerned and unsure, I turn to Maria and say, "I don't know what to do." My voice is strained and I can feel the worry knotting in my stomach.

Maria gives me a gentle look and places her warm hand on top of mine. In a comforting tone, she suggests, "Just sit next to her. When she snaps out of it, she'll need your support."

Nodding in agreement, I carefully climb into the back seat beside Alex. I carefully pull her shaking form onto my lap, holding her close. As we sit there together, I hope that my presence will bring some comfort to her during this difficult moment.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, Alex suddenly comes back to her senses. With tears streaming down her face, she embraces me tightly, as if seeking solace. I can feel her body trembling uncontrollably, and it truly breaks my heart to see her this way.