Ask

Willow’s POV

I run to my warm, red colored brick house. My tears are flowing faster than a cheetah can run and my heart is hurting from the pain he caused. He caused and inflicted wounds that I can’t get rid of.

The only place I know where to go is his house, not just anyone’s house. His house. My favorite persons house.

My own home. His home. Our home when I come to visit when I want to.

The home with the white picket fence comes into view and I can just see him sitting there on the black hanging porch swing with a Marbolo Lights 100’s cigarette in his hand, tapping off the ash into the ash tray I made for him when I was a small girl.

“Daddy!” I run up the steps to visit him as he stands up with big, loving, scar clad arms opened wide just for me.

“Willow!” He says as he holds me close to him, then pulls me back, taking a look at me to see that my mascara is running and my smile is upside down. “What’s wrong darling?”

“I-It was” I stutter, not able to continue my speech and break down, huddling into my fathers chest and letting him carry my fifteen year old body inside the house and up the stairs to my New York pink colored room.

“It’s gonna be alright my little tree, everything will be alright in time. No boy will hurt you ever again. I understand.” The face of a million dollars says to me, rubbing my back and protecting me from the unknown.

“But-But he did things I didn’t want him to! I told him no, but he kept pressuring me, I didn’t want to give in so I didn’t do it, I ran before I could get hurt anymore than I was already.” I whimper and sob.

“You stayed strong, you followed what I’ve always told you. Remember? You were a little girl and I made you promise me that if a boy ever did something you didn’t want, that you would run to me, no questions asked.” My caramel haired father tells me as I try to calm myself down a bit.

I was six, I got pushed off the monkey bars and was pressured to go on the tire swing and do doughnuts a hundred times while being high upon the air.

I didn’t want to but I did it anyway because I didn’t know what to do. So I did what they made me.
I got sick to my stomach and fell off of the big black tire, hitting my head on the wood chips and mulch and making me break my arm from landing on it the wrong way.

“Daddy!” I cried and he came running for me, taking me in his arms and leading me to the hospital as fast as he could in that big black Range Rover of his.

“Willow.” He says after he signs the paper work to let me go to the hospital and wraps the bracelet around my wrist. “Promise me you won’t do anything anyone pressures you to do. You can tell them no. You can stand strong for yourself. You don’t have to do what they say, okay? Do it for Daddy. If someone ever does this again, say no and you can run to me, or you can run to Mommy or any adult that looks like they can give you attention and the help you need. Help is okay, help is good.”

Then we headed into the doctors office where they talked to my father and got the stuff to set up my cast.

And that’s when I learned to always go to people for help.

“I’m glad you didn’t do it, how old is this boy anyway?”

“Seventeen.”

“Willow, I don’t think you should be hanging around Collin anymore.”

“But he’s doing this because he loves me! He just wanted to make me feel pretty!” I cry, still wanting him.

“Sometimes, the things you want, aren’t what you need and what you want is Collin. You need family. Family is me. Family is your mother. Family is Sammie even though she’s in college now. Family is Papa Family is here.” He tires to convince me.

“Daddy, please let me see him!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt again! No I’m not letting you see him anymore!”

“Okay, fine.” I say and then I speak I’m sorry to him, feeling bad for what I’ve done.

“Now come on, let’s go get ice cream, and if you want me to, I can go talk to Collin’s parents. This is a form of sexual harrassment, it’s not allowed and if it was any farther then we can take it to court. We can’t let this happen again, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then I left to go wash up my face and clean myself up, picking up my pieces up from the ground and moving on.

We can move along, I just needed some help. Help is always an okay thing, even if it’s just asking to try to get the plate off the top shelf in the cubbard or trying to use the pythagorean therom.

Tell.

Ask.

Get what you need.

No act like this should be kept in, because no one deserves any form of harassment or abuse.

The court system shouldn’t allow people to get out like that.

So don’t be scared. Ask. Get the help you need and get yourself back on track.

Notes

Hey everyone!
Sarah's Butterflies is making a comeback on ATLF and she's back in action.
Over the course of the next few weeks I'll be posting one shots to test the waters and get back into what I once loved.
Now for this one shot, I want to say that I write what I know. That's all I'll say and for those who know me, they know that I write my life kinda ish. So yeah.
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