CHAPTER TWO
Many hours later, Willow and Mary were pulling up to the house of her cousins, the Winston's. It had been a while since she had heard from the family and didn't know much about them, other than the fact that their son and her cousin Dallas had just died a few months ago. He had been part of a gang and somehow that had lead to his death. The Winston parents weren't exactly the most responsible bunch either but that suited Willow just fine. She was used to being alone. As they approached, Mary had told her that Dallas' mother Elizabeth was trying to make up for all of her wrong doings by being sweet and kind. So far she was succeeding. Dallas' father never came home and when he did, he used to beat Dally. That also suited Willow fine. She would keep away from Lloyd Winston as much as she possibly could.
As the car finally rolled to a stop in the Winston's driveway, Willow got out. She gave the place the once over and smirked. It was no palace but she wasn't used to anything fantastic either. Grabbing her suitcase and duffle, Willow headed for the door, Mary right beside her. Mary knocked on the door and it was opened by Elizabeth.
"You must be Willow!" She cried, hugging her. "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
"I'm Mary Sampson. Here's my card if you ever need anything." Mary said handing the piece of paper over with a smile. "I must get going though, long drive home."
"Yes, yes, of course!" Elizabeth smiled. "Lovely to meet you Mary!" She called as the woman walked back to her car and left. It was now just Elizabeth and Willow. "Come in dear, I'll show you to your room. You can get settled and then I've arranged for some of Dallas' old friends to show you around." Elizabeth smiled. She headed off up the stairs. She was a thin woman and looked much like her son. They both shared the same white blonde hair, as Willow could tell from photos and a reckless twinkle lit both their faces.
At the end of the hall upstairs, there were two rooms, one to the left and the other to the right. The left would become Willow's. It had been Dallas' room but now that he was gone, it belonged to Willow. But it seemed as though Elizabeth hadn't changed anything. The room still looked lived in. That thought was a bit eerie to Willow as she entered and put her stuff down.
"Well, honey, you get comfortable. Sodapop, Darry, and Ponyboy will be here in about half an hour." She said. Willow smirked again to refrain from laughing. Those were strange names to her. She was used to growing up with Keith's and Michaels and Samuels. Not Sodapops. That was strange but everything here seemed to be standing on head.
From here on out I'm going to let Willow tell her story. After all it is hers to tell.
END OF CHAPTER TWO