She awakes to a sharp pain in her stomach and she groans, trying to roll onto her side. She finds she can, as her hands are just loosely tied in front of her once more. She opens her eyes, adjusting to the light for the second time. Abel is crumpled against the wall and she tries to make her way there, limping from the pain between her legs, but determined to make it. She gasps at the stinging and Abel jerks awake with wide eyes.
"Willow." He says instantly, sitting up. She kneels next to him, closing her eyes and waiting for the pain to subside.
"I'm going to try to untie you." She tells him and he shakes his head.
"Willow, lay down." He orders, looking at her with wide eyes. "You need to rest, I can do this." He says and she shakes her head.
"You're hurt. Besides, my hands are in front and I think I've got enough slack to do it." She tells him and he closes his eyes tightly.
"He hurt you." He whispers. "I tried, I tried so hard to protect you and... There's no excuse for this happening, it's on me." He says and she gives up trying to undo the knot and instead grabs his face. She guides it so he looks up at her. She's surprised to see that tears are glistening in his eyes.
"If I don't untie you, he might come back and he might hurt me more." She says and Abel goes limp.
"I'm so sorry, Willow."
"I know. It's ok. Hold still." She orders and he does as told. She picks at the knot fruitlessly, finally getting a nail under one piece and tugging until it loosens. She keeps going with it, occasionally pausing to rest her head on the wall.
"Willow, if you can't get it, just lay down ok?" He requests and she shakes her head, resuming the picking.
"I've got it." She promises and he takes a deep breath.
"How are you doing this?" He asks quietly.
"I'm a Winston. We're stronger than we look." She mutters.
"When you get me free, I'm gonna—" He growls.
"Kill him, I know." Willow interrupts and he looks up at her. "I'm counting on it." A slight smile tweaks his mouth. She forces a smile back and keeps working at the knot.
"Got it?" He asks, trying to pull his hands out and she grunts, pulling the knot a final time and Abel pulls his hands lose. Instantly, he grabs her face and helps support her. She leans into him, exhaustion making her feel like crying. He guides her to the floor and holds her tightly. "I'm gonna kill them. You just wait." He vows harshly and she just closes her eyes.
"This is going to work?" Willow asks, as he quickly reties the rope around her hands. He looks up at her and nods.
"If it doesn't, if anything happens, you run like hell." He says and she shakes her head.
"No, not without you." She says and he grabs her face.
"Willow, you run. I'm not letting them hurt you anymore. Run. I'll be right behind you." He promises and she nods. Both of them know the other is lying and both accept it. He touches her cheek briefly then grabs the chain they'd managed to dismantle from the wall and waits behind the door. Willow remains seated in the middle of the room, waiting.
They don't have to wait long for the door to open and for Nick to walk in, holding a tray of food. He pauses, looking around. His brow furrows when he doesn't see Abel and he opens his mouth. Abel leaps from behind him, easily wrapping the chain around the shorter man's throat, pulling it tight. Willow watches, unable to look away, as Nick claws at the chain and slowly collapses, Abel behind him, pure fury and hatred etched into his face.
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First Son, Cursed Son
Fanfiction“You need to know that if you walk out of this clubhouse with a prospect kutte on your back, you won’t last six months. Boys never do.” She warns him. “Who said I’m a boy, not a man?” He asks, with a charming smile. “I do. You’re all the same. Lit...
