Confessions

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*Dannys POV*

She looks so scared, nervous and even angry. I feel so wrong. Why haven't I helped her any sooner? I'm so rubbish.

"It's not your fault" Willow breaks into my thoughts, as if she heard what I was thinking all along.

"Danny I have never been in a relationship before." She looks down at her feet, her face reddened.

"Never?" I echo softly. But how? This girl is stunning, she is beautiful.

"Yeah," she says quietly.

"B-but why?" I probe her gently. "You are so beautiful."

She smiles at me sadly.

"Dad," the word uttered off her lips and she looked down at her hands as if afraid of the word.

"Will... I think you need to explain," I gently guide her to the sofa and we both sit down face to face.

"Dad is the one who has kept me away from all of this; making new friends, going out, having fun, the stuff which every teen just takes for granted. I have never had any of that, Dad said he didn't want to lose me like he lost my brother."

"You had a brother?" I echo her softly.

"Yeah, he died in a car crash when I was ten. My brother Noah."

I just squeeze her hand tight, a gesture which just seems more right than words which can sometimes be meaningless.

"Noah was out with some friends, a night out drinking. Back then Dad was laid back. Noah meant the world to me, he was six years older than me, sixteen. I looked up to him like he was my hero. He used to look after me and I used to wish I could be just like him when I was older. Anyway, he went to lots of parties and used to get drunk often, Dad and Mum didn't know, but I did and he made me swear not to tell them." Her eyes begin to fill up and she clears her throat.

"Be strong," I whisper, my voice no louder than a breath.

"So Noah's friends dared him to drive the car around the town. Noah was too drunk to argue so he did. Then, then, a car was coming from the other direction, Noah didnt see and and-" Willow cries into her hands and I pull her onto my lap, rocking her gently whilst running my fingers through her hair.

"Noah was dead. The other car was fine, the driver had to call an ambulance and Mum, Dad and me had go to the hospital. At the time I had no idea, I didn't even know what had happened, all I knew is that Noah was in danger. That night was the worst night of my life. My brother was gone, the person who I had trusted more than anyone in my entire life had gone."

She wipes her hand across her face and cries into my jumper.

"He was gone Danny, gone" I stroke her hand and massage her back and she puts her arms around my neck.

"That's what made Dad so strict. He wouldn't let me out anymore after that, I lost my friends, my hobbies, everything. He made me study all the time, and I guess that's the only thing I actually did."

"Oh Willow" I'm full of shock but most of all anger. How was Noah dying Willows fault? It just wasn't fair.

"That's why I was afraid of telling you because I didn't want you to judge me."

"You are worth so much more than that," I say into her hair. "So much more".

"You still love me?" Willow asks, her tear stained face looking up at mine.

"What do you think?" I kiss her forehead.

"I'm here for you always, always, always. I'm not the kind of guy who just dumps you."

"I love you Danny," and she reaches up and hugs me hard. I hug her back, because right now I'm the only person that in this world that really loves her back.

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A/N

OMG IM SO SO SORRY TO EVERYONE. I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR SO LONG AND I OWE YOU ALL CAKE.

I'm so sorry, I have literally been the busiest person alive with work and shizz. I haven't forgotten you guys I promise! This chapter actually made me cry ughhh, I love Danny so much.

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Omg also, I might be starting a new Luke Friend fanfic with @GeorgesDimple. Everyone go and fan her cos her book is amazing! I love you twinsie:)

That's it from me,

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Ps sorry for the lateness again

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