Willow's POV
I sat back in my room, flipping through magazines filled with models with the most desirable bodies, and listening to the faint sound of music. I did this often. I had my brother to be with and I could be more social, but I fear I put too much stress on him already.
Slayter took me under his care when my parents could no longer do so. He had lived out of our parents house for three years before bringing me to stay with him. He has to deal with me financially and emotionally. I can tell he worries and stresses himself out over me, and I know it's not fair.
"Willow!" Slayter's voice echoed through the hallway.
"What's up?" I questioned as his footsteps approached and I quickly hid my magazines.
"I made some pasta and chicken for us! Come down with me. I'll put on a movie?"
"I-I'm really not h-"
"You're not hungry? Bullshit Willow. Hun, you need food. Come here," Slayter wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me to the table where my hell awaited.
"Please, WIllow, sit down. It's only a little bit of food. We'll start off slow?" Slayter coaxed.
"I-It's too much...." I muttered.
Slayter gently, yet forcefully, pushed me down in a chair where a plate of steaming hot food sat. Ever since I was placed under Slayter's custody and taken away from my parents I stopped eating. I loved my parents, they just drank a little too much. I found it hard to keep myself breathing majority of the time. I wanted to be back with them, but Slayter insisted it wasn't safe.
"Will... You can't keep up with this shit. They're not gonna put up with it!"
"They're?! What do you mean? Who are "they?"
Slayter went silent.
"I g-got called for duty in Pa-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!"
"Shh.... I'm going to Pakistan. You're gonna stay with some friends of mine while I'm gone."
"I'm 17.... Just leave me some money or something, I'm fine."
"You're not safe alone. It'll only be six months or so. They'll just keep you safe for me. Vic and his brother, Mike, are gonna come stay the night tonight so you can meet them before I send you away tomorrow."
"Please Slayter.... I'll be okay on my own."
"You'll die on your own, dammit!"
Just like that I bolted off upstairs and back into my bedroom. Slayter came to my door and began pounding. 'I'll kill myself tonight so I don't have to'... I thought.
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Tangled In The Great Escape
AlteleWillow never knew her life would come to one of tragedy and disaster. She never expected that she would be where she ended up. Her life consists of exercise, purging, self-harm, starving "and fighting for a night's sleep. Now most people would jump...
