Abducted// MGC

3.2

"This isn't necessary" I said as Michael wheeled in a wheelchair. "I'm literally fine" I added.

"I just want to be sure!" He said.

"Michael I don't need a wheelchair, put it back, I can walk just fine!" I argued.

"Willow, just sit in it" my mum said rolling her eyes.

"Why?! I don't need it!" I exclaimed.

"He just wants to do something nice and be a good friend" my mum said.

Yeah... friend.

"Pleeeeeeease! I'll get to push you down the hallways" he said.

"You'll crash me" I giggled.

"I'm a safe driver! Of wheelchairs and cars!" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at him and walked over to the wheelchair.

"One chance, Clifford" I said. He smirked as I sat down and my mum smiled at the two of us.

"You two are crazy" was all she said as we exited the room. Michael wheeled me down the hall and I couldn't keep myself from having little fits of laughter.

We got to the elevator door and my mum pressed the button, waiting for it to open. As we waited for what felt like forever, an all too familiar face came behind us.

"Hi" Rob smiled.

"Hey Officer Rob" I said.

"I was just coming to check on you and Luke, but I have to talk to you about something" Rob said.

"Of course, anything" I said getting up from the wheelchair. He guided me away from my mum and Michael and lowered his voice.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I thought about that for a second. I mean, no, I'm not okay. And I'll never fully be okay again. The question is, do I be truthful with him?

The truth some times can suck. It can suck telling some one the truth but at the end of the day, the truth is what you want to hear. When some one asks you if you're okay, and you lie and say you're fine, what good does that do? It pushes some one who cares away. Something I do pretty well, but should stop doing because those people who ask if I'm okay are the ones who truly care and want to help me if I'm not.

When some one asks you if their outfit looks okay, and it doesn't, the truth can suck. But you don't want to throw that person under the bus by letting them wear a shitty outfit. After all, they asked you for your opinion because they trust you so you should trust that they'll accept your criticism.

"No, I'm not really" I said. "But I'm sure as soon as I go see Maggie it will help" I added.

"Yeah, Im just worried about you" he said.

"I'll be okay, everything is good now" I said.

"Alright kiddo. Just call me if you need anything" he said.

"Thank you Rob" I said. He smiled and lightly pat me on the shoulder.

"You're a good kid Clemens" he smiled. "And I'm sorry you had to go through this. It's all over" he added.

"What about the trial?" I asked.

"No more trial, there's no one to jail, he's dead now" he said.

"Oh.. yeah.." I said.

"Why do you sound disappointed? He can't come hurt you anymore" he reminded me.

"In my dreams he can hurt me. He hurts me in my dreams every night. I have to sneak Michael in my room almost every night so I can feel safe" I said.

"Willow I'm so sorry" he sighed.

"It's fine, I don't want sympathy" I said. He sighed and I felt bad for kind of snapping at him, but I didn't want sympathy. I didn't want this constant attention. "I'm going to go home, I'll see you later" I said.

"Alright" he said. "Feel better" he added.

"Thanks, I will" I said turning around and walking back to the elevator.

"Everything okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I'll be okay" I said.

"Well, take a seat and let's go" he said. I rolled my eyes and resumed my seat in the wheelchair and we entered the elevator that my mum was saving for me during my conversation with Rob.

"Let's go home" my mum smiled as the elevator door began to shut.
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