Anxiety Alley

...Willow...[Chapter 13]

I park the car and turn off the engine. I quickly climb out, and slam the car door. It was my mom's car, but I stole it. Just for an hour or two. I saw a post on Instagram. It was a video. Two vehicles got into a wreck. The video was of a short girl with red hair running around yelling. I instantly knew from the voice that it was my little Willow.

Well, not my Willow. But Willow was in a wreck. Or at least involved somehow. But I know her. She doesn't like getting into trouble if she doesn't have to.

I rush to the building, and act cool, like I'm not a liar. I'm not going to hurt the person who hurt my Willow. REALLY? AGAIN? SHE ISN'T MY WILLOW! WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT??????? ( A/N We all know that I had wanted to say "Why do I always spill?")  I'm running through the parking lot, getting to the door, trying to get to her. Willow.

I step up to the desk. "Excuse me?"

The receptionist sitting at the desk looks at me. "What?" Ouch. This guy's having a bad day. (A/N Never heard of a male receptionist?)   He turns the piercing in his lip. "I'm here to see my... cousin."

He rolls his eyes, and takes the computer mouse in his hand. His eyes are on the screen. "What the b*****'s name?" (A/N Definitely not a good day for this guy. Keep in mind; he had to work overtime the whole week, and he didn't get paid extra.)

"The girl's name is Willow Graceson."

"Family or friend?"

"Family. And try to be a little more respectful."

He glares at me. And for an instant, I think he's going to jump up
and beat the crap out of me. Or not tell me where Willow is.

"Room 15, B hallway- that's the second floor- and I'm sorry. I just hate my boss right now. I hate this job."

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

"No problem." I take a rose out of the bouquet. They are black, but this man needs it. I give it to me. He smiles, and writes on a piece of paper. He hands it to me. "Call me sometime, babe." He winks, and smirks.

No thanks. I'm not into guys.

I walk over to the big metal door. I push it open. And walk over to the elevator. I push the button that will take me to the second floor. I hate elevators, but I couldn't see a staircase.

I suck in my last breath on this floor. I'll come back, but not without seeing Willow first.

I  step out of the elevator, and turn at the corner. Someone is leaning against the wall. He's on his phone. I walk over and look at the room number. It's Willow's room.

"Can I go in? Or do you know?"

"I don't know. The nurses kicked me out. Said that they needed to check some... thing..."

He was back on his phone. He blushed. "Sicily. Why?"

"Who?" I asked. I'm pretty sure that's an Italian island.

"My friend. She's super sarcastic. I told her something, and she just... Just a ridiculous friend."

"Oh. Sorry. I'm not really trying to be nosy. Just curious."

The door opens, and I jump a mile when I feel a cold hand touch my shoulder. I turn around and Willow is grinning up at me.

"Mathis?"

Mathis Daae. French boy. Willow's friend. Willow's brotherly figure.