Torn (h.s.)

twenty five

Willow Tree

"Well, that might be a problem, Mr. Styles." Lillian laughs while pressing our foreheads together. We can hear Edward's door click open and I release my arms that hung around her neck. "Monday?" she asks smirking.

"Monday."I grin

"Hey Babe, did he hurt you?" I hear Edward mumble as the two walk back to his room. I sigh happily knowing all that was balled inside for months, was finally said and free.

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I walk out of the school's back doors and I can already see her yellow bike leaning against the tree waiting for me. I walk up next to her and and smile. I look to see if Edward is watching like he always is. Keeping an eye out for his girl.

"He ditched earlier today." Lillian answers like she read my mind. Her small hands reach for her bike handles. "Lets go."

We start our journey to her house. Although, I had only been there once, i knew my way pretty well. The twisting paths and tall trees lead our way there.

"So what are you going to tell me on this fine Monday? Can I meet your dad? Your other two brothers?" I question her.

"Woah! Slow down!" She laughs."You want to meet my dad?"

"Well, yeah"

"Okay, I was going to avoid that, but that's what you want."

"Yes."

She stiffens and I can tell there's twist to this. We take a turn near a big willow tree.

"We are here," She says in a monotone voice, placing her bike against the trunk. I can see pain in her eyes. We walk around the large trunk to reveal three boys. Two of them being Alex and Justin. The other stood sadly in front of two grey graves.

I knew there was a twist.

"Harry, you wanted to meet my dad, and well here he is. Six feet under." She states, choking on her words. Her hand motions towards one of the stone, marked:

Colin Peters

December 3rd, 1952 ~ March 24th, 2009

I stare for a while. Today was March 24th. I dragged Lillian here, she didn't want to come. Turning back to look at her, I regret it. I open my arms and wrap them around her slender body. She nuzzles her face, which was now soaked in tears, in my chest. I place my head on the top of hers.

"I'm sorry." I whisper in her ear. I glance back at the other stone to read :

Jennifer Peters

September 6th, 1964 ~ July 4th, 1996

It must be her mother. I look back at the boys, who were now staring at us. The other boy must be her other brother. He's tan and tall, his hair is light brown and his eyes are a piercing blue. It's either Charlie or Tate. Lillian has mentioned them before.

She releases from the long hug and reaches into her bag to pull out a red apple. She kneels down next to her fathers tomb and leans her forehead on it. Lillian places the glistening apple next to the stone and kisses it. Getting up from where she rested, she doesn't look back once. I take her hand as she pulls me to the meadow surrounding the willow tree. We sit down and breath in the sun's warmth.

"He committed suicide when I was five. We assume it's because we were going through a rough time and my mother was gone. I came home with Tate and Charlie from school and we found him with a gun in his and and his body on the floor. That's when things kinds went wrong. Alex and Justin left the universities they had been studying at in America, and Tate left. Charlie stayed. Charlie has always been there for me." She turns to the tan boy, who I now know is Charlie, and smiles.

"So what happened to Tate? Did he just leave? Have yo seen him sense?" I pause thinking I've gone to far. I've already brought her here, I don't need to did a deeper hole.

"Yeah we've seen him. I visit him every Wednesday. In fact, you have seen him too!" she goes on.

I'll try to update more this week! For all those non-mixers out there Jade, Leigh Anne, Jesy, and Perrie are in the girl band Little Mix. Love them so much! Thank you for reading !

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