The Urban Princesses: Pocahontas

Chapter 18

Where I was going, I didn't know.

Without a car, without a clue, and with what seemed to be the world crashing down on me, I had no idea. I just needed to get out some energy, some stress.

I needed to run.

Down main streets, down side streets, up alleys and across lawns, my feet seemed to know where to take me even though I didn't.

I felt tears gathering in my eyes as sweat started rolling down my face, my breaths short and sporadic.

Finally, I stopped, inhaling a huge breath as I double over, coughing. I must've run at least a mile and a half in the last eight minutes.

I looked up at the quaint building above me, forcing my legs to walk in, as shaky as I was.

I went past the front desk, the lady greeting me as I walked passed, returning the hello with a weak smile.

I got to the door and stopped for a moment, trying to contain myself. I couldn't break down.

I knocked then went inside, knowing that she was going to let me in anyway.

She smiled at me over her glasses, setting her book down. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Sorry, Willow." I muttered, taking a seat across from her.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She cooed, taking my hand in hers.

The tears started leaking from my eyes and I wiped them away. I was in a safe place, there was no need for crying. "Kobe is in the hospital because of John's friend and I don't know what my dad is going to do and I don't know what story to tell or who to support and I'm just so stressed and worried like what if Kobe presses charges or has something else going on and what if John gets kicked into the street and-"

"Slow down." She said softly. "Listen, whatever in the world you're talking about, it will work out. Everything will work out, whether or not it's the way you want it to. Everything will be ok-"

"Willow, you don't understand. This could be the end for John. All because of this one, small incident, everything could be torn away from him and that can't happen. He doesn't deserve that after everything he has done for me and all the hard work he has put into himself. He can't have his life taken away."

She folded her hands, leaning back on her chair. "Ok. So what are you going to do about that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Pocahontas, you're worrying about all of these awful things happening to him, and you don't even know where he is. It's like worrying you're going to starve when you aren't eating. If you don't want to listen to me and trust everything is going to be ok, fine. But if you want to do something about it, you shouldn't be sitting here crying to me."

I opened my mouth to protest then realized she was absolutely right. What was I doing? Running away from my problems? Worrying about something that I could fix? It was ridiculous.

I snapped out of my worries and back into the strong, right minded person I was, knowing that I had to find him.

I stood up, kissing Willow on the cheek. "Thank you."