I can't believe this.

My parents were right. I am in love with Dane.

I get home and walk in the living room with wide eyes. Mom and Dad immediately notice and walk to me. "What's wrong, Willow?" Mom asks.

I look around. "Is Jack still home?" They shake their heads. I sigh relieved. Then, I whisper, "I think I love Dane."

Dad gasps and smiles. "I knew it!" he shouts. I roll my eyes when I see Mom smirk. "Yes, yes,you told me. Now what am I supposed to do?" I sigh.

We sit down on the couch. I notice my hands are shaking. "Tell him. Didn't you say you guys got together?" Mom asks. I nod. "Yeah. The day we left. Actually, after you talked to him, Dad," I smile.

Dad seems confident. "See. I'm a good parent," he smirks. I roll my eyes, but pat his leg. "Yes, you are, Dad."

"But what am I supposed to do now? I mean, I can't just tell him, can I? How did you tell Dad?" I ask Mom. She shrugs. "It happened really quickly with us. On our first date," she laughs.

I sigh. Very helpful.

"Fine. I'll figure it out. I'm gonna unpack now, okay?" They nod and I go upstairs. 

When I unpack, I  notice my diary isn't in my suitcase. I widen my eyes. No. No no no. Did I leave it at Dane's? That's not possible.

I search in my whole room, but can't fin it. Did I leave it in Paris? At the bus? Please, everywhere but Dane's...

A message tone draws my attention to my phone. It's Dane. Scared, I open it.

Dane<3: 1:26-1:34  ;)

https://youtu.be/1Xfdjqa5dfY

I frown and open it. 

"You left your diary at my house, and I read those pages, do you really love me, baby?"

My eyes widen. No...

He read my diary? Shit shit shit. He can't read my diary! That's privacy! And now he knows I love him, oh my-

Me: I don't get it

I'm obviously lying. But I hope he won't notice that.

Dane<3: Sure

Shit. He just sees through me.

I'm an open book for him.

I smirk at my phone.

She doesn't get it? My ass, she does. She doesn't answer anymore, and the bell rings.

I open it, still smiling at my phone. But I stop smiling as soon as I see the fist rush at me. I can't duck away, and it hits me right in the cheek.

I groan and fall on the floor. Who the fuck is this? Everyone knows not to mess with me.

But when I look up, I get another smack in my face. Fuck, this hurts. I try to stand up, but my head feels pretty light. And in that second I stand, the person hits me in the stomach.

I fall down again, closing my eyes. I groan painfully. What the fuck is happening? i feel another punch on my head, and open my eyes again.

Black spots dance on my vision, but I fight against it. I'm not losing consciousness for some asshole. 

I look up, and the person is panting heavily, leaning against the doorframe. "W-what the fuck?" I groan, sitting up.

He hisses. "Dane."

Jack.

I focus on his face, and yes, it's Jack. I immediately panic. Did he see Willow? She's just gone for five minutes...

"I swear, man. You're so low. Fucking my sister? And now you dumped her, and I can go sooth her," he spits out. My panic increases. Shit fuck shit.

"We didn't fuck!" I try to convince him. It's true, though. Willow is way too precious and special to just fuck and throw away. She's wife material.

He scoffs. "Yeah right. Listen, man. You're staying away from her, or I'm gonna beat a bit harder, until you do lose consciousness. And stay away from me too, piece of shit."

Then, he walks away and slams the door closed. I stay seated, totally panicked. Shit?

I stumble in the living room, causing my parents to jump up. "Dane! What happened?" Mom yells. I sigh and sit down, cringing at the pain. Damn, so this is what it feels like to be beaten up?

"The brother of Willow, who's kinda my best friend, just found out I'm with his sister," I say, my face twisting in pain as I shrug. Mom frowns sympathetically. "You're really working yourself in problems, aren't you?"

I want to shrug, but stop myself. "It's worth it." My eyes widen again. "I need to tell Willow he knows. What if he does something to her too?"

Me: Jack knows. Cmere.

Willow<3: Omw. R u okay?

Me: Fine

Willow<3: I don't believe you. He's banging on my door and his hand is covered in blood. Urs?

Me: No, not mine. Just get here.

I don't want her to worry. I'm really fine. If I don't move. Or speak. Or breathe. So, I'm fine.

After ten minutes, the bell rings and my Dad opens the door. "Is he here? Is he hurt?" I hear Willow's voice say with a panicked tone. Yep. Mission failed to not let her worry.

Dad leads her into the living room, and she gasps when she sees me. She flies to me and hugs me, starting to sob in my arms. Weird, I don't feel the pain when I'm hugging her, or when her small body is on my bruises. I only care about her.

"Willow, I'm fine, really," I smile at her. Her sobs slow down a bit. "He hurt you so bad. I can't believe this," she cries. I cup her face in my hands, letting her look at me.

"I kinda deserved it," I say, and she glares at me. I gulp. "Listen to me, Dane. You don't deserve this. Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you have to be beaten up!" she says and I slightly nod. "Doesn't this happen in your books to? Brother's best friend?"

She giggles and nods. "Yes. And the brother is always mad. But that goes away. So don't care about it." I scoff. "Sure. I'll don't care if he beats me up again. Technically, he would beat me up right now again. He told me to stay away from you."

Her eyes narrow, but not at me. "He's a jerk," she shrugs then, making me laugh. But I quickly stop when a painful pang hits me in my side. I groan.

She frowns. "Let's get you asleep, yes? It'll help the pain." I smile half hearted at her. "Only if you sleep with me, sweetheart." She giggles.

"Of course."

We lie down and she carefully shifts her body to my non-bruised side. I smirk when I remember what I was doing before Jack came.

"So... you love me?"

She stiffens and looks up at me. Then, she coughs and looks down. "Eh, yeah?" It sounds like she needs reassuring. I'd love to give her that.

"Good. 'Cause I love you too," I smile. I've never said it to anyone before. Not even my parents. Quite logical, they were never there.

But it sounds good with Willow. And it's true. I do love her. And now I know she loves me, I can handle Jack. 

He's just a small complication on our way for life.

***********

ahwwww

nothing can go wrong now, can it?

Hehe

xxx