I wake up, Willow still hasn't moved , she's gone.
We are both drenched for the rain last night, the grounds still damp,I get up and kiss Willows forehead I am about to cry, I walk of to collect some flowers, I find a patch of daisies they where Willows favourite , I pick them and make a bouquet.
I walk back to willows body place the bouquet of flowers down next to her and notice how much dried blood she has all over her, I decided to use the water from the river to clean the blood off of her, then I place the bouquet in her hand I burst into tears.
My whole world just came crashing down
I loved her
I loved her so much
I love her
I can't belive my dad has to ruin this, first my then my brother and now Willow?
I can't let him continue, I can't let him take anymore people.
I want him dead.
YOU ARE READING
I knew it was over
Historia CortaThis is a short story is about a abusive father, it has queer romance and murd*er
