Sometimes You Need To Let Down Your Hair

Chapter 21

Lucas P.O.V,

       I opened my eyes and saw nothing. I looked around in confusion until I realized it was just dark. For some reason my jaw hurt, so I tried to reach my hand up to my face to check it out. However, I couldn't move. My eyes started to adjust to the darkness and I saw that I was tied to the table thing in the middle of Willow's kitchen. For the next few minutes I fiddled with the rope tied around me and managed to get loose. I stood up and wondered why I had been sitting on the floor tied up with a rope.

       I rubbed my sore jaw and the memories came back to me.  Willow was in trouble! Before she knocked me out I remembered her fake mom having a gun and threatening to use it if Willow didn't leave with her. I yelled out her name hoping that she'd answer and everything would be alright, but no response came. What was she thinking? I could've helped, but she knocked me out. I was equally peeved at Willow and in awe of her. She threw a pretty good punch, I just wished she would've used it on that crazy lady instead of me. 

       I looked down at my watch and saw that it was around midnight. I groaned in frustration, Willow was probably long gone from now, and I had no idea where that woman was taking her. I fanatically ran through the house and looked for clues about where they were going. The last place I looked was in her room, and when I didn't find anything I sat down by her window in defeat. This wasn't good. That lady, I think Gothel was her name, would probably hurt Willow. Especially now that the secret was out, and Willow knew she wasn't her daughter. I had to help her! 

       I hadn't known her very long, but already she had found a way to sneak into my heart. As I moped by the window Darth Vader's theme song started coming out of my pocket. I reached my hand in and felt my phone. "What the heck? am I really that stupid?" I yelled at myself. The phone was in my pocket the whole time that everything had happened! How could I have let myself forget? If I had called the police then Willow wouldn't be who knows where with a lady who had some issues and needed to be in jail! My stupid phone kept playing a ringtone, and I saw that my mother was calling. I weighed my options, should I answer the dumb machine or throw it out the window? I was upset, so of course I choose the latter.

       It made me feel better, but then I realized my mother was probably calling because she was worried and I needed to tell her what had happened. I sighed in frustration and walked into the back yard to find it. 

       When I got out there I heard it still ringing, which was pretty impressive considering how far it had fallen. I followed the sound of the the Imperial March and tripped over something lying in the grass. I cursed and picked up what I had tripped over. It was that book Willow had thrown at me earlier. I was about to throw it away from me when I realized that it had had a passport shoved into it! It was dark and I couldn't see much, so I followed my ringtone so I could use the flashlight on my phone. 

     After a few minutes of searching I found the phone. The screen was cracked, but it was still usable. I was glad my mom had kept calling me, so the next time she did I answered. "Hey mom," I said in an innocent voice. Then I held the phone away from my ear. I knew that any moment now she'd be screaming her head off about me being 'irresponsible' and stuff like that, and I didn't need to loose my hearing.

       "Why haven't you answered your phone young man? You know the rules, be home by 10:00 and call if something happens when you will be a little longer! You said that you were popping over to see your friend who lives next for and would probably stay for a half hour at most. It's basically one am. Where have you been all of this time?" I could hear my mom perfectly fine even though I held the phone a few inches away from my face, and it wasn't on speaker. When mom paused I knew it was time for me to saw a few words, get interrupted and yelled at some more. 

       "I'd try to explain it over the phone, but I'm coming home now and it'll be easier to explain in person," I said.  I readied myself for mom to start yelling again, but I was surprised at her answer.

       She said, "okay. Be home soon." 

       I walked around the house and walked out onto the sidewalk because I felt like I wouldn't be able to climb the fence without hurting myself. It didn't take very long to get to my house, and within a few minutes I was standing on my front porch waiting for one of my parents to answer the door. My mom answered the door and said, "Oh my gosh what happened to you?" before pulling me into a giant hug. I awkwardly patted her back and escaped her hug.

       Then we walked inside and into the living room. I looked in the mirror on the wall and saw why my mom asked what happened to me. I looked pretty awful. my jaw was all bruised up and I had some blood on me from Willow. My mom waited for me to sit and when I did she said, "You have some explaining to do young man."

       I took a deep breath, this was going to take awhile.