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None of this was making sense.
“So how did you get the gun?” Roberto asked again, and he stopped a few steps before her with his hands up. I doubt he could tell that Willow had no intention of killing him, but then again, who knew?
I couldn’t even remember this part and I was fucking there.
"I took it,” she said again. “After I killed the guy.”
Fuck…when did this happen? Why would Willow be in a place like this?
"Willow.” Instead of approaching her, he crouched down to one knee to stare into her emotionless eyes. “Why are you here?”
In this place that’s owned by the fucking Coven.
"You brought me here.” She scrunched her face as if she were mad that he’d even asked that.
“Willow.” He seemed to emphasize her name on purpose, the name he rarely used anywhere because to the majority of the world, Willow was William. “We brought you to the medical center west of here. You’re on the opposite side of NYC. This is not the medical center.”
She blinked a few times.
“This is the place with the metal table,” she whispered. “I’m not supposed to tell you.”
I’d never felt so much tension in a room, and the same rage I felt in the past assaulted me in the present.
“Who brought you here, Willow?” Roberto asked the prime question, and he couldn’t hide his burning fury as his body shook.
Willow observed him for a long moment before she looked away.
“I’ll destroy your world.” Her voice shook then, the words spoken with so much fear it was written on her face in the flick of a switch - her eyes staring off to a scene neither of us could comprehend. “I'll kill your papa, murder your dumb butler bodyguard, and destroy everyone you love. I'll make sure your puppy dog of a boy never returns from his absence. And Aurelia? I'll make her despise you. I'll manipulate her mind so you'll never be friends.”
She slowly looked back at us, tears spilling down her cheeks as the gun shook in her grasp.
“So…I can’t…say…a word.” It was taking everything in her to not say the truth, knowing that everything that was important to her was on the line.
So much that she didn’t believe her father could protect her from it all.
I expected Roberto to threaten her. To be harsh or try to force her to give him the information he needed, but instead, he slowly nodded his head.
“Alright,” he whispered. “You don’t need to tell me. As long as you put the gun down.”
She looked at the weapon in her grasp before she looked over to the dead body next to her. She crouched down and grabbed a chunk of the dead man’s shirt, wiping the gun down like a pro assassin before using the fabric to toss the gun away.
It made me question how many times she’d seen Roberto or I commit the very deed.
She rose back up and hugged her arms.
“I’m cold.” That was all she said as she stood there as if the room of bodies didn’t bother her.
Roberto rose up and proceeded to take the remaining steps to stand before Willow. She didn’t even tense up which made me realize how “done” she was with everything. The child of the past simply wanted to escape from this cruel world and get back to the one she was used to.
It was cruel and saddening to accept, and yet this memory forced me to realize that Willow had gone through far more than any of us had realized.
Past me reached over with the intention of taking his combat jacket off, but Roberto proceeded to slip his arms out of the black coat he wore before laying it upon Willow’s shoulders.
The action was shocking, leaving the past and present me stoic once more while Roberto further shocked us by kneeling down before her. Those blue eyes of hers lowered to stare at her father - the Papa Dearest that had always brought her so much pain.
“You understand why I’m the bad guy right?” I listened carefully while I held my breath so all my concentration could be on this moment. “You understand why I do the things I do that…hurt you and Onyx.”
I expected Willow to say no, but slowly, she nodded her head.
