Willow was now unpacking some of her belongings in the room she had picked out. Her parents, well adopted parents were out buying some groceries for their first dinner in the house tonight. She yawned as she laid back down on the floor while staring up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes trying to get a small rest in, it was 8 am after all. That was until she heard a faint popping sound from downstairs.
"That sounds like those poppers from the 4th of July." Willow thought to herself while pushing herself up off the floor. The joints in her toes popped as they touched the wooden floorboards. Tying her hair up into a loose bun she made her way out of the room and down the staircase.
"Hello?" She asked as she reached the main floor of the house. Pop. Whipping her head around, her vision soon landed on the entrance into the kitchen. Pop. Leading with her right foot, Willow began towards the kitchen the popping noise came to a sudden halt just as she crossed the barrier into the kitchen. Her eyes danced across the kitchen, they stopped when they landed on the kitchen table which was now turned upside down. Her eyes shot to either side of the room looking for some sort of explanation.
"Okay." She thought to herself as she went towards the table to try and flip it right side up, that was until she saw the door open and the bushes outside began to rustle. She took a few more steps and found the little boy from a few days ago standing in the doorway to her house. He had a devilish grin plastered onto his face, he was wearing a red shirt with blue jean overalls and a ball cap.
"Well, Hello there." Willow greeted with a gentle smile as she got down to the boy's eye level. He hand has hands behind his back, his eyes quickly shot down towards the ground as she heard a soft rustle from behind the boy's back. Smiling she quickly asked, "Now what are you hiding behind your back there?" Her eyes glistened as she watched the boy bring his hands towards the front, they soon widened upon seeing what was in his grasp. The color from her face soon vanished within a mere matter of seconds as she heard the small boy giggle.
Black dead roses. With thorns.
He was extending them out to her with blood dripping from the deep cuts and scrapes in his small tiny hands. He showed no inclination of any pain whatsoever. Willow quickly shook her head as she saw a single droplet of blood fall onto the floor. She grabbed the dead roses out of the boys hands as the soon started to prick her own hands, wincing in pain she accidentally dropped one and watched as the boy leaned down to pick it up sucked the blood off of the thorn. He sent Willow a small smile as blood trickled doWn his lips, his eyes graced over to her fresh cuts.
Realizing what was happening Willow quickly backed up and stood up as she made her way over to the sink after tossing the other dead rose into the trash. She grabbed a paper towel and began to wet it down to clean the boy's wounds, just as she turned around she saw he was gone. She walked over towards the door leading outside and glanced around looking for the peculiar little boy Just as she heard Constance's voice as she cooed the little boy. Sighing Willow turned around and walked back towards the sink, she rested her hands against it while closing her eyes after glancing upon the porcelain soap dish.
"Mom? Dad?" Willow called out as she placed her bag on the table next to the door. she glanced into the kitchen and didn't see anyone there. She was making her way over towards the living room until she heard glass breaking from upstairs, startled she ran for the steps. She heard the sound of fumbling coming from her bedroom, quickly she reached for the golf club that was sitting in the corner along with the golf bag. she held it above her head for safety as she peered into her room. The lights were off and she saw two bodies stumbling about on the floor as paper was being crunched under their weight.
With a flick of the light switch, Willow's jaws dropped as she looked at the sight in front of her. It was her parents, they were high. Hair was a mess, clothes torn, and they were tangled up in each other. Willow'a eyes danced around to the dollars on the floor as she soon realized they broke her bank. Seeing the porcelain pieces scattered across the floor. that was the only thing she had from her birthmother.
"What the hell?" She asked causing both of her adoptive parents to look up at her in shock.
After that day, Willow soon figured out what her adoptive Father's Day time job and why he was retired at such a young age. He was a drug lord, cocaine was his vice ; as well as her mother's. The parents both decided to come out here to try and get away from that business.
"That looks like a pretty deep cut." Willow jumped as she watched a pale hand place upon hers. Glancing up her eyes caught the sight of a deep brown pair. Grabbing the towel she quickly turned around causing the blonde haired boy to step backwards. "There's a law against trespassing, you know." Willow greeted as she wrapped the towel around her hand while leaning against the counter. The boy looked at her hand before glancing back up at her, Willow couldn't place her finger on it but something was off about this boy.
"I was going to offer help with moving, saw the trucks parked outside. I'm Tate." He greeted. Willow locked eyes with him once again before stating, "Thanks but I, think I have it covered." She turned her stare towards her hand as he walked over and began to tie the towel around her hand for her. "I can see that." He stated as his eyes lingered over to the upside down table. Following his gaze, Willow smiled sheepishly. She stood there staring at the table for a few seconds as he walked over towards it and bent down.
"Care to help?" He asked through a grunt as he picked up one half of it. Willow walked over towards the other side and picked it up, the two then somehow awkwardly manage to flip it over. "Thanks for the help Tate. I'm Willow by the way."
"Hippie name. You weren't born on a commune were you?" He asked with a small laugh as Willow sat down in the chestnut wooden chair. "No, just an ordinary birth of an ordinary girl." She answered as she watched him cross the kitchen. "Your not so ordinary from what I can see." He commented while Willow glanced down at her feet Slightly embarrassed. She looked up to respond to that only to find him gone. Shrugging her shoulders she sauntered her way out of the kitchen and plopped herself down on the stairs. Pulling out her iPhone she glanced down onto the screen. No missed calls, or texts. no surprise there. As she lifted her finger to press the power button, she saw the reflection of a tall man behind her on the stair case. Jumping she turned around and saw no one standing there.
"what the hell?" Willow thought to herself as she stood up and walked towards the library. This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
(A/N: I'm sorry for the long update, I'very been having writers block on this story and I've contemplated scratching it and starting anew. If you'd still like for me to continue with this one feel free to say so in a review, it's just I have this other great story line in my head but it maybe hard to fit into this one but we will see. I've also been traveling internationally so it may take a while for me to update but hopefully not as long as this time. I hope you enjoy it thanks for reading!)