WILLOW'S POV

Day time TV was just shit. In every possible way. I yawned, switched off the television and looked around the room. I was so god damn bored. And all my friends were busy. Mikey and Gee were visiting their Grandma, Bob was fishing with his dad, Ray was out with his older brother and Frank was having lunch out with his grandparents. I sighed and made my way to the kitchen where I flicked on the kettle. I pulled out my Batman mug and prepared my coffee – black, one sugar. Mmm. I smacked my lips. I was still grounded, and New Years Eve had happened a week previously. I was tired of being stuck at home. My mum was at work, so luckily, for now, I didn't have to pass her around the house. She had hardly spoken to me since the…incident. I hated being so distant from my mum. I slid onto a chair and wrapped my hands around my warm mug. It was freezing outside, and our heating system wasn't anything special. I sat shivering, pulling my dressing gown tighter around myself. I was about to sip my coffee when the door bell rang, making me jump and spill hot liquid partly onto the table, and partly onto myself.

"Shit! Ouch!" I hissed, and walked into the hallway rubbing my arm. I wrenched open the door and Frank stood in front of me.

"Oh, hey!" I said, surprised. "I thought you were out with you grandparents?"

"Turns out that they forgot Grandpa had a hospital appointment today, so we had to reschedule. Mind if I come in?"

"Of course I don't mind! You're my fucking boyfriend!" He chuckled.

"Well, you might have had some other guy hidden in your room, especially judging from the way you're dressed." I glanced down. I was in a black silk dressing gown and…that was it. It was tied, obviously. And of course I was wearing underwear. But all the same, my cheeks flushed red.
"I couldn't be fucked to get changed today. And no one is hidden. Don't you trust me, Frank?" I batted my eye lashes sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around me.

"Of COURSE I trust you!" he sighed. I giggled and pressed my lips against his. He responded eagerly and kicked the front door shut with his foot, not breaking our kiss. Suddenly, it got very heated and passionate. We moved around the house, kissing with a fire and his hands exploring my body. I sighed. He sighed. Finally we collapsed on the stairs and he began to untie my dressing gown. Thank GOD I had worn my sexy underwear. Black lace bra and knickers with little red bows. I began to tremble. Was I ready for this? Frank certainly was. Fuck it, of course I was ready! Frank was my world, and I wanted him forever. This had to happen at some point, so why not now? It was then that he pulled off my dressing gown. He gawped at my body and I blushed. I leant forward and pulled off his shirt. I stared at his toned stomach and chest.

"You're hot, Frank Iero," I said, subdued by his body. He giggled.
"So are you. Very, very hot." I blushed yet again and his lips were on mine once more. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his back. He carried me upstairs into my room and we fell onto the bed. He kissed my neck, my chest and then my stomach. His tongue worked wonders against my skin. I sighed passionately. I rolled on top of him and kissed the nape of his neck lovingly. I stroked his chest ever so gently, making him shiver. Soon his pants were on the floor and we rolled about on the bed, sighing, kissing and touching. I was so ready. I was so caught up in the moment that I hadn't heard the front door open and close downstairs.

"Why is your dressing gown just strewn on the stairs? And…who's t-shirt is this? Willow Rush…ANSWER ME NOW AND BRING DOWN WHOEVER YOU HAVE UP THERE!" ….OH SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!

JENNY'S POV

It was Frank. It had to be. She wouldn't cheat on him, they were too in love. This had been bound to happen at some point, but I just couldn't bear to think that my baby was grown up enough to have…sex. I heard a shuffle upstairs. What if I had been too late? What if they had already done it? Silence throughout the house.

"Willow! NOW!" I growled. I heard her door open. She walked down fully clothed and hand in hand with Frank, who was topless. He avoided my glare. She paid no attention to me as she picked up her dressing gown, handed Frank's t-shirt to him and waited for him to put it on.

"Explain yourselves!" I demanded.

"There's nothing to explain," she replied bluntly.
"Oh, there is EVERYTHING to explain. What were you two doing?"

"Shut up," she retorted spitefully.

"How DARE you? How DARE YOU tell me to shut up? I'm you're mother and you do not speak to me like that!" I snarled.

"You're anything but a mother! If you were a mother you'd respect your legally-aged daughter's privacy! Just because you didn't get laid until you were in your twenties doesn't mean that you should take it out on me! And also, I'm so sorry that I had drink or two on New Years Eve, but if you do recall, I was conceived on your 16th birthday when you were pissed out of your fucking mind!" I was shocked. And totally appalled.

"That's it. Give me that concert ticket. You're not going!" I snapped.

"No way! Fuck you!" she screamed at me. She grabbed her bag from the side which I knew had the ticket in, her jacket and her gloves. She pulled Frank hurriedly out of the house. My jaw dropped. Oh she was in the deepest, deepest shit.

FRANK'S POV

"You're dead, do you know that?" I warned her as we jogged along the sidewalk.

"I don't care. She's a fucking bitch!" she spat and she slowed to a walk as we reached the end of our street. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Aw, Willow, honey! Don't cry!" I stopped her and hugged her tightly. She cried softly into my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the park," I suggested. She nodded woefully. I slid my arm around her shoulder and we had a slow walk to the local park, where we found a large tree and sat beneath it. The weather was freezing, and Willow was shivering, even in a coat. "Are you ok?" I asked, hugging her tighter. She mumbled a "yes" but I was unconvinced. I kissed the top of her head. "What are we going to do with you, Willow Rush?" I sighed.

"Kill me, before my mother does," she sniffled. I rolled my eyes.

"That's not really an option."

"Make it one then," she replied more defiantly. She looked up at me and I saw the sadness in her eyes. She glanced back down at the floor. "I didn't mean to say all those things to her." New, fat tears dripped off of her eyelashes.

"I know, I know," I cooed. She leant her head against me and closed her eyes. I felt her sobs against my chest.

We sat almost silent in the park for around an hour. Finally, I helped her to her to her feet. Her face was pink and blotchy from the crying. I took her hand and we walked out of the park.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"A bit better. I need to go home and apologise to my mum though." I nodded. "I was such a bitch…" I was about to speak when I noticed blue lights flashing at the end of the street. An ambulance and a police car were in the centre of the road.

"Oh shit, I wonder what's happened?" she said wonderingly. We walked along, craning our necks to catch a glimpse of the scene. A car had hit someone. The body was lying in a pool of blood on the tarmac. But as we drew closer, a cold chill ran through my body. I saw the face… a face very similar to...

"MUM!" Willow screamed, and detached her hand from mine. She ran, pushed through the small crowd, and dropped at her mother's side. I ran behind her and the sight that met my eyes made me nearly hurl. Jenny lay in the street, covered in blood. Her limbs were at odd and sickening angles. Her eyes were vacant and stained, staring blankly into oblivion. I was frozen. I felt gentle hands on my shoulders as a police woman pulled me away from the horrific sight. A police man held Willow back from the body, but she writhed and scratched against his grip. Tears flooded from her eyes. She kept screaming and crying out for her mother. But it was too late. She was dead.