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"You weren't here! You haven't been in a long time so stop trying to act like you were."
Willow grew up in a house with six brothers, one of them being her twin. She's grown up in a two bedroom apartment with an alcoholic mother who never...
"For those we have lost. For those we can yet save."
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Cameron Hansley was slowly going insane.
It had been no more than a day- a mere twelve hours, at most, and the silence had started to get to him. He couldn't stand it.
"Willow?" He stressed in a poor attempt at calling her back, but he knew the moment she hung up on him that it was no use. She was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. But... maybe someone else could. There was still one more person he could try.
It was a bad idea, and Cameron regretted it as soon as he had it. Still, that didn't stop him from trying to reach her. He just needed a little help in doing so.
And so he sighs, scrolling through his contacts for a number he never thought he would need for more than just an occasional check-in. It rings, and his stomach knots at the sound. He couldn't believe it had come down to this- to her.
"Hi, baby," Shelley answers on the fourth ring, audibly confused as she greets her son.
"Hi, mom..."
"Is everything okay?" She's quick to ask, pointing out that he didn't typically call her of his own free will.
"No..." he murmurs. "Everything's so far from okay right now. And I just... I don't know what else to do, mom."
"Okay... alright, well," she takes a breath. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help."
He shakes his head. "I don't think you can," he disagrees. "But maybe someone you know can?"
"Someone I know?" The woman raises a brow, asking who that could be.
"Victoria..."
It was nearing two in the afternoon when Victoria DeLaCruz's phone began to ring, the name of an old friend being written across her screen. And the woman couldn't have been more confused.
"Shelley?" She greets the woman on the other end of the line.
"Hey, old friend... it's been a while," Shelley smiles, asking how she's been.
"Well, you would know if you picked up any one of my phone calls over the past few months," she lectures her friend, asking what it was that had her calling back now. "What do you need this time, Shell? Money? A new place to stay? Some pills-"
Shelley cuts the woman off with a sigh, assuring her it was nothing of the sort. "I'm actually sober now," she informs.
Victoria only hums. "I've heard that one before," she says. "But fine. If it's not that, what is it, then?"
