Save Your Tears | Chad Meeks-Martin

9

if you never try, you'll never know
just what you're worth

The feeling of someone gripping Willa's arms gently caused her to jolt awake, and she jumped in shock as she looked up at who'd grabbed her.

Wes stood above her, a worried and upset look on her face as he stood on the side of her bed, uncaring that three sleeping bodies were in the room.

Willa's brows bunched together, her hand moving to her eyes as she rubbed the sleep away. "W-Wes?" She asked, sitting up in bed.

Glancing over, she looked to see Anna still sound asleep next to her. She then looked to the couch in her room where Oliver had fallen asleep, in the same position he'd been in before she'd fallen asleep as well.

"What are you doing? What time is it?" Willa asked after Wes hadn't said anything.

Noticing her brother's silence, she looked at him to see the same worried look on his face as before. Tears glistened in his eyes, the words he wanted to say failing to come out.

"What's going on?" She asked, sitting up further.

"It-it's Tara." Wes finally breathed, a stray tear falling down his cheek.

"What about Tara? What time is it?" Willa asked again, looking at the alarm clock on the side of her bed.

11:38 pm.

It wasn't too terribly late, meaning she hadn't been passed out for long. But it was odd that Wes had come to her room at almost midnight, talking about Tara without explaining anything.

"Tara was attacked," Wes finally managed to blurt out.

Willa's blood ran cold. Her eyes widened, before looking down at her hands that sat in her lap. She then looked at Anna, who was still sleeping soundly, and then to Oliver, who was the same. Both asleep, both unaware of the horrible, terrible news that Willa had just received.

"Sh-she was attacked?" Willa managed to breathe out, "By-by who? Who would do something like this."

"I don't know, not yet anyway. I just got the call from mom." Wes sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. "She's alive, thank God. I don't know what would've happened had the news been worse." 

"Is she awake? Are we going up there? What's going on?" The questions left Willa's mouth, one after another.

She stood from her side of the bed, not caring she was being insensitive to the sleeping girl next to her. She then moved past Wes and switched the light on, the action causing Oliver to stir awake from his peaceful sleep.

The boy sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking to see Wes and Willa with upset expressions. He didn't say anything, though, and instead just focused on reading their lips to try and gather what he could of the situation in front of him.

"We need to go up there!" Willa exclaimed, rummaging through her dresser.

"Mom specifically said not to," Wes mumbled. "Not until tomorrow."

"Fuck that," Willa spoke as she shook her head angrily. She looked at her twin, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared at him in disbelief. "Tara's our- your friend." She corrected. "She's been there since we've been little. Someone attacked her and I guarantee it was a sick fucking joke by one of those fuckers that like to dress as Ghostface for Halloween."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Wes muttered as he looked at the floor. He quickly shook his head, looking back up at Willa. "I doubt it. Those jokes have always been stupid harmless jokes, Wills. Tara's in the hospital - barely made it out, at that. This doesn't sound like the same sick jokes we've dealt with."