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Chapter 6
Breaking Point

Thursday zoomed by, the family buzzing with excitement for the up coming weekend of laziness and nothing more.

Friday morning found everyone heading off to school with Clarke once again, Lexa staying to finish cleaning and to get herself ready for work.

The brunette vacuumed the main level, picking up toys and books from yesterday through the process. She went through all rooms, gathering clothes and trash that was poorly thrown into the nearby trash cans. The house was quiet except for Zorro's collar chiming with every step he took behind his master.

Lexa showered quickly and pulled her hair into a ponytail before dressing in her police uniform with her badge safely placed in her pocket.

She left at nine, taking ten minutes to drive to work with another ten minutes to spare before she had to listen for today's assignments.

"Good morning, Officer Woods." The Head detective greeted, nodding as she passed.

"Detective Monroe." The officer replied, heading for the coffee machine in the lounging area. She got through her first cup, knowing very well a second would be necessary before she left to parole the streets for crime. She was in the different cruiser from Tuesday, with Jasper Jordan accompanying her on the road.

"Ready for a great day of crime fighting?" The man asked as they signed out their guns and grabbed the cruiser pack.

"I'm ready for a great day of speeding tickets and nothing more." The woman replied, holstering the weapon and getting her radio over her shoulder.

"That could always work too." Jasper said with a laugh, leading them to the car.

They paroled the streets and pulled over a single car for having a broken taillight when Lexa's radio sparked to life.

"Officer Woods, we've got a Trikru Middle School calling for you. Apparently you and your wife aren't answering and they need a parent there as soon as possible."

"My wife is at work. Her phone is in her locker as is mine. Did they specify why one of us needs to go?" The brunette asked as she re-route the GPS to take them back to the station so she could get her real car.

"No ma'am. Just that one of you needs to go."

"Alright. I'll be returning for Jordan's and my lunch break." Lexa hurried back to the station, leaving Jasper with her gun, and radio before racing to the Middle School.

"Mrs. Woods. Thank you for coming." The principal greeted the woman as she entered the school.

"Of course. Is Willow alright?" The mother asked, looking around with worry.

"Yes and no," The woman began, leading the mother into her office. "Today at recess I was making my way around the school and found Willow acting very distressed. She was fidgeting, and walking around for no reason. When I approached her she was jumpy and wouldn't look me in the eye."

"My wife and I have noticed she's been quieter than usual." Lexa said, chewing her lip. Why hadn't they returned to the talk two days ago?

"When the break before lunch came around I went to see how she was and I got the same response. She seems wound far to tightly for a seventh grader."

"May I take her home? My wife and I need to get to the bottom of this. Our daughter shouldn't be struggling with whatever's bothering her on her own."

"Of course. The kids should be heading back to class soon. I already informed her teacher to send her here before she began her lesson."

"As a woman who's seen many children, have you ever encountered someone behaving like Willow?" Lexa asked, hoping the woman could offer some help in the subject.

"Well all kids have different ticks. If this is sparked by bullying then we can most definitely help her and hopefully have her back to normal as soon as possible. However, some children shift behavior dramatically. This could be a deeper issue that only a therapist can help you understand. I'd suggest you try contacting a few on this list. They all specialize in children, and if you explain any information you can get out of Willow, they can help you figure out what is truly bugging her." A yellow paper was handed to the cop, the woman taking a moment to glance over all the names.

"Thank you." A knock at the door ended the conversation there, the principal opening it and smiling at the girl.

"Hello, Willow. Your mom is here to take you home. Go and enjoy your weekend." The educator said kindly, shaking Lexa's hand before the mother and daughter left.

"Hey Ladybug. How about you and I head home, make some awesome grilled cheese, and cuddle on the couch?" Lexa asked as she wrapped an arm around her little girl.

"Okay." The smaller brunette replied, climbing into the back seat of her mom's car and quietly watching the streets fly by on their journey home. Once at the house she raced to get upstairs, Lexa calling her to stop before she could get to the third step.

"Will, sweetie you need to talk. You need to tell me what's wrong." The cop said, taking a small hand in her's and bringing her back down the stiars.

"I tried." The girl said, her voice betraying her and cracking with tears in the process. A single stream of tears began to fall from each eye as the girl swallowed the lump in her throat and continued calmly, "I tried really hard."

"But mommy and I didn't listen, huh?"

"They need you and mommy." Willow said, addressing her siblings constant attention.

"Yeah but baby, we are your parents too. You need us as well." The little girl shook her head furiously and bit her lip, her hands wringing out one another. She was at her tightest point, the last of her limits being reached as the overwhelming impact of the world swallowed her whole.

"I don't know what wrong!" She said in an outburst, tears falling faster.

"What do you mean?" Lexa asked, trying to look her kid in the eyes.

"I don't know. My mind is foggy, I'm tired, my heart keeps racing and my hands are always shaky, and I just want to sleep all day but I can't and I don't feel good anymore. I just want to feel good, Mama." Sobs overcame the small body, making her shake aggressively with the panic swelling from within and boiling over.

"My poor, baby." Lexa immediately pulled the twelve year old in, cradling her close as the panic consumed her daughter. She breathed unevenly, chopping up her inhales with sobs as her heart pounded so harshly she was sure it would explode. "Come baby, you need to breathe." The mother said, leading the girl into the living room, aiming for the couch. However, Willow needed to feel grounded and immediately went to the floor, holding her chest as she begged for a breath.

"Okay, okay. Shhh. I'm here." Lexa said, sitting down and pulling Willow into her arms. She held her close and began to hum, rubbing a hand over the small girl's back in order to help her breathe properly.

"No more, Mama. I don't want to feel like this anymore." Willow said, coughing as her sobs choked her.

"Mommy and I are going to help you. You don't have to be scared and alone anymore. Please don't cry, ladybug." Lexa felt tears well in eyes as she gripped her daughter close. Watching her child break down like this was ruining her.

"I want mommy." The brunette whispered, curling tighter onto Lexa's lap.

"Okay, I will call mommy and see if she can come home. First lets see if you can calm down a bit. Nice deep breaths, Will." Lexa captured Willow's eyes and watched the shaky breaths begin, sitting on the floor with the girl on her. Every so often it would seem as if Willow was calming down but her breathing would hitch and send her spiraling again. Lexa grew worried when they hit the thirty minute point and Willow had yet to breath properly, so she immediately called Clarke. The doctor still didn't have her break so the phone rang with no answer.

"Okay, let's try this again, Will. Breathe with me. Don't think about anything else. Just look at me." The mother cradled the cheeks of her sobbing daughter, her pinkies reaching the warm neck of her kid and being able to feel the thumping of her erratic heartbeat.

"I-I ca-n't." Willow sobbed out, shaking her head.

"You can, baby. I know you can. Just try. Breathe with me." They sat for a while longer, twenty minutes passing and Willow finally exhausting herself to the point of not being able to cry at all. The room went silent, as the small girl seemed to have calmed enough to finally catch her breath.

"I'm going to try to call, mommy." Lexa pulled her phone from her pocket and stroked the hair of the head on her shoulder while she waited for Clarke to answer. Thankfully the doctor was approaching her locker to grab her phone for her break when she heard it ringing.

"Hey, Lex."

"Hi, baby. So we've got a little situation here at home. Will is home with me and she really wants you here." Lexa kept her voice calm for Willow's sake and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"What's wrong? Is she okay?" Clarke asked frantically.

"Everything is a little overwhelming right now, and she's very stressed out. Do you think you can leave work early?"

"Of course," Clarke said without a second thought. "Anything for my girl. Maybe set her up in our bed, when I get home we can talk to her and she can nap after."

"That's a great idea. Will, mommy said you get to hang out on our bed. Would you like to go upstairs?" The petit brunette nodded and began to stand up, Lexa still on the phone when the twelve year old sat back down from being too dizzy. "Okay, easy now. Clarke I'm going to carry her up to our room. Hurry home." She hung up then and put her phone on the couch. "Nice and easy, ladybug." When she got them to their feet her hands went on her back and under her legs, scooping her up and beginning to climb the stairs.

She got them on the bed and cuddled the girl close until Clarke arrived, taking some time downstairs before coming up to greet them both. In her arms were the pajamas from the dryer, lavender oil, and a glass of water. She placed everything on the nightstand and proceeded to lie opposite of Lexa, looking Willow in the eye as her fingers combed back the curly hair.

"Hi, Ladybug." She whispered, stroking her fingers over the warm tear stained cheeks. "Can we get you into something more comfortable?" The doctor asked tugging at the shirt of her kid.

"Yeah." The hoarse voice replied. Lexa sat them up and held Willow while Clarke took the shirt and jeans of their daughter. Before she put the pajama shirt over the girl she had her lie on her stomach, back available for Lexa to massage it.

"Just relax, baby girl." Lexa said, taking the oil and lightly beginning a search for knots on her back. The tense child was wound clearly too tight and her body was taking the brut of the force, leaving her to be exhausted and her muscles strained.

"I'm going to grab a hot towel." Clarke went to boil some water, taking a few small towels before dousing them in the hot liquid and carefully reining them out. Back upstairs she and Lexa placed a warm towel on the girl's neck, and then on her lower back when Lexa struggled to free almost all the knots.

"Mommy, I'm tired." Willow said, her voice sounding even more exhausted than they've heard it all week.

"I know, and I promise mama and I will help you feel better as soon as possible." The blonde began to brush her fingers through the brunette's hair while Lexa traced a finger over her eyelids and eyebrows, making her little face sleepy and then finally putting the child to sleep.

Clarke placed a hand over the warm forehead of the sleeping girl. "She's going to have a fever from all of this crying. How bad was she?"

"Clarke, it was terrifying. She shook like a leaf. I thought she was going to pass out and I had no idea how to help her. It took an hour just to get her to take air into her lungs before I could call you. She told me that she doesn't know why she feels this way, and I believe that. This isn't bullying or anything like that. She is genuinely confused and scared of herself."

"We will fix this, Lex. That's our job as parents."

"Okay, we should let her sleep. She could really use some peace and quiet." Clarke agreed and stood up from the bed, closing the blinds and curtains of the room, making it dark compared to the sunny scene that existed before.

The couple left, glancing at their broken daughter before moving downstairs to greet their other kids, aiming to keep them all quiet so Willow could sleep.

So I would like to express the fact that the upcoming events in the story did sort of connect to my own life. I have built the character of Willow around myself and thought it would be a new way to address what I went through a few years back, expect for the fact that I didn't have the awesome Lexa and Clarke for moms. My parents were amazing though and are an incredible support system.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

-Valentina