Chapter4
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Willow woke up again.
For a second, she thought she was trapped in some cruel loop.
The room looked almost identical to when she had opened her eyes earlier.
Same bed, same chair, same crushing headache.
She rubbed her temples slowly, her eyelids felt heavy.
Apparently, she had passed out. Again.
As her vision cleared, she noticed the room wasn't completely the same.
Tamara was still sitting in the chair beside the bed.
Only this time, she was half asleep, her head drooping forward.
Alfredo stood near the door. Hands tucked into his pockets.
Pacing, one step.
Then another.
Then back again.
The movement reminded Willow of a prisoner waiting for a verdict.
"What happened?"
Her voice came out hoarse and weak.
The last thing she remembered was the gunshot.
Immediately, Tamara jerked awake.
"Darling, she's awake." The words echoed through the room.
Alfredo turned so quickly he nearly stumbled.
Then he hurried over.
Darling. The word irritated Willow instantly.
Now that she was seeing things clearly, everything about their marriage felt wrong, toxic and exhausting.
A relationship held together by manipulation, resentment and lies.
She just hadn't noticed before because she'd never been around enough to see it and they did a clean job in pretending, making her think everything is okay.
Within seconds, Alfredo was standing beside her bed.
His eyes looked exhausted, His face looked worse.. sad and heavy.
There was something desperate in his expression.
Something pleading.
As if he was silently begging for forgiveness.
Willow ignored it.
She slowly sat up.
Then immediately looked toward her mother when it finally clicked in her head.
No blood, no injury, nothing.
Confused, she touched herself instinctively.
Checking her arms.
Her stomach, her chest, looking for a bullet hole.
Tamara immediately understood.
To her surprise, she laughed.
"Of course not." The casual response irritated Willow even more. "He didn't shoot anyone."
Then she smiled and turned toward Alfredo.
"He would never." Her voice softened. "Right, darling?"
Alfredo nodded immediately.
"Of course."
The answer came so quickly that it made Willow uncomfortable.
It wasn't an agreement, it was submission.
Like a dog eager to please its owner.
And suddenly… Everything made sense. Things she had never noticed before.
Things she had ignored.
Her mother controlled everything.
The house, the conversations, the arguments.
Even Alfredo himself.
Every interaction now looked different through this new lens.
Tamara wasn't simply calm. She was controlling and manipulative. Dangerously good at it.
And Alfredo?
He only seemed to fight back when the pressure became unbearable.
Like tonight. The realization sent a chill through Willow.
This wasn't the life she wanted.
Not for herself, not ever, she wasn't staying.
The decision came instantly.
Clean and final. She will leave tonight.
No discussions, no gaslighting, no guilt trips.
Nobody was stopping her.
Because if she stayed long enough, she feared becoming exactly like her mother.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Slowly, she pushed the blanket aside and stood.
Her legs wobbled slightly, the room spun.
But she remained upright. Then her eyes landed on the wall beside her bed, and she froze.
A fresh bullet hole stared back at her.
The plaster around it was cracked.
Dust still clung to the edges.
The realization hit immediately.
The gun had gone off.
It hadn't been a dream.
It hadn't been an exaggeration.
Alfredo had actually pulled the trigger.
The bullet had simply missed.
Willow slowly turned her head.
Looking first at the hole.
Then at both of them.
Neither of them said a word.
Neither denied it.
And somehow, their silence told her everything she needed to know.
She wasn't leaving because of the DNA results anymore.
She wasn't leaving because of Uncle Tommy.
She wasn't even leaving because her father wasn't her biological father.
She was leaving because this family was broken.
And for the first time in her life, she understood there was nothing she could do to fix it.
It was only a matter of time before someone lost their life.
And it wasn't going to be her.
Not now, not when her life was just beginning, not when she had fought so hard to get here.
For the first time, she found herself envying Aaron and his daughter.
The way he spoke about her.
The pride in his voice.
The warmth.
The friendship.
She barely had any of that with Alfredo.
Most of her memories with him involved rules, expectations, and distance.
Now she didn't even know if she should call him Dad anymore.
She didn't know where she was going.
She didn't have a plan.
But she knew she couldn't stay here.
Not another night.
Not another hour.
She didn't care if she ended up sleeping on a park bench.
As long as it wasn't in this house.
As long as it wasn't in this shithole.
"What are you doing?" Alfredo asked.
His voice sounded exhausted.
Broken.
"You're still weak. You need to rest."
Willow laughed.
A humorless laugh.
"Rest from what?" She looked directly at him. "The sound of your gun going off?"
Neither parent answered.
"Of course I need rest." She nodded sarcastically. "I need rest from your bullshit."
Another step toward the door.
"I need rest from you ruining every important day of my life."
The words struck Alfredo harder than a slap.
Then she turned toward Tamara.
"And you."
Tamara raised her head slowly.
Willow's eyes burned.
"I need rest from your controlling, cheating ass too."
The room went silent.
Neither of them moved or spoke.
For a moment they simply stared at her.
Their quiet daughter.
Their obedient daughter.
The daughter who rarely raised her voice.
The daughter who always tried to understand.
The daughter who always forgave.
And somehow that made it worse.
Because neither of them looked angry.
They looked ashamed.
As if they were finally seeing themselves through her eyes.
And they hated what they saw.
"We're sorry."
Alfredo's voice cracked.
He looked at Tamara before looking back at Willow.
"I'm sorry."
For once there was no anger.
No accusation.
No bitterness.
Just regret.
"We can fix this."
Willow felt tears gathering again.
But this time she didn't stop them.
"No."
The answer came immediately.
Firm and certain. She made her decisions already.
"No, we can't."
Alfredo looked devastated.
The words hadn't even finished sinking in before she delivered another blow.
"I'm not your daughter anymore."
The sentence shattered him.
Willow saw it happen.
Saw his shoulders sag.
Saw the life leave his eyes.
But she couldn't take it back.
Not after tonight.
Not after everything.
She grabbed her bag.
The thing felt twice as heavy as before.
Maybe because she wasn't carrying luggage anymore.
Maybe because she was carrying the remains of her childhood.
Slowly, she dragged it toward the stairs.
One step at a time.
The wheels bumping against each stair.
Neither parent stopped her.
Neither parent followed.
Tamara remained seated and silent.
That didn't surprise Willow.
Willow reached the front door and opened it.
Then stepped outside.
The cool night air greeted her immediately.
She closed the door behind her.
For a few seconds she simply stood there.
The overgrown grass brushed against her ankles.
Crickets chirped somewhere in the darkness.
The neighborhood felt quieter than she remembered.
She turned around and looked at the house.
Really looked at it.
As a child, it had seemed enormous.
Beautiful and safe.
A place where monsters couldn't reach her.
Now it looked different.
Older, darker and almost haunted.
Like a house carrying too many secrets.
Too many lies, too much pain.
Willow stared at it for a long moment.
Then pulled out her phone.
Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the app.
Destination?
She didn't know.
Home?
She didn't have one anymore.
After a few seconds, she selected the nearest hotel.
An Uber was on its way.
Estimated arrival: six minutes.
Willow sat on the curb and wrapped her arms around herself.
Alone, heartbroken and completely terrified.
But for the first time that night… she felt free.
- Writer
