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[Coming Back]

Someone inside of Parker prevented him from rolling his eyes and slamming the door in the girls face. She had broken up with him. She was the one who left him high and dry when his brother died and life began to spiral seemingly out of control. Now she was back because more than likely there was something she needed and Parker was ready to deny whatever she needed because awhile ago she didn’t need him. But while she stood there at his doorstep all he could see was someone…who was just so fragile. His darling girl out, exposed, and unprotected without his arm around her and she squeezed at his side. Parker worked on a straight face staring down at her fiddle and fumble. He was about to make the complaint that she was letting all of the air out of his house by leaving this door open but he retracted it when he noticed her about to start speaking.

Her voice cut his heart and the familiarity reached to his soul with her desperate plea for him now. It was just like those cheesy love movies, where they break up and the girl comes crying back. Parker couldn’t help it as his face changed to one of irritation, the first thought of how she had broken up with him springing back to mind. He crossed his arms and figured to wait it out. Still, no matter what, he knew Willow like the back of his hand. She was terribly shaken and there was much more perhaps than she just “needing him”.

"You’re what."

Though his voice was cold and dry, there still was a twing of shock in his tone. The words hit him like a bombshell, much like the actor would react in those same cheesy films. Parker went silent, watching her sob shake her. “I’m sorry?” He wasn’t sure how to respond. They had broken up, hadn’t had sex for awhile and there was no doubt in his mind that the child wasn’t his. “Have you told the father this?” he dared to go on and ask.

willow-hayes

"I'm pregnant," She repeated, the shake gone from her voice but travelling to her hands instead. She finally looked up at him, hurt by his cold voice but understanding why it was there - she had dumped him, out of necessity but perhaps he hadn't seen it that way. She had hurt him, and now she was back - to do what? Willow didn't know why she was back, what good could Parker do now? They were broken up and she was pregnant with another man's child. He hadn't been there when she needed him, when she was getting attacked at a party that she was at because of him. But could she really blame him? He hadn't asked her to show up to the party, but she had anyway.. to search for him.

The whole ordeal made her head ache.

She shook her head, one hand lifting up as if she was reaching out for him, but she quickly thought otherwise and dropped her hand to her side. "Parker.." She whispered his name like it was a promise, and once upon a time, it had been. A promise of their golden age, one where they would get married, one where she'd be pregnant with his baby instead of some stranger's. "I--I don't know who the dad is." She cringed, realizing how badly that sounded. "Not like that. I.." She took a deep breath, looking at him in the eyes. She recognized the person she once loved deep in there, but he was different now. So different. "At a party. I was roofied and..." Her face contorted and a sob escaped her lips, her hands flying to her face so her next words came out muffled. "He raped me, Parker."

#para9

willow-hayes

[Coming Back]

parker-york

Lazy. Mentally Parker chided himself for being so darn lazy today. His room, it was a mess. Still with a load of boxes from his move, all of his things he had put in his bedroom instead of in the empty living and kitchen room as he should’ve done. He reasoned that if he slept with all the boxes around crowding his small space in his room, he’d get around to finishing putting things away. But everyday if he bothered to go to school, bothered to come back home at night, he’d go straight to bed and crash til’ the next afternoon. Parker’s lifestyle had made a drastic change and quite frankly, he didn’t have the life in him to care anymore. Many whispers in the halls called it sad, disheartening even. His crowd of friends entirely changed, the way Parker carried himself changed—every thing about Parker had changed. Everyone knew why, but every time help was offered Parker firmly protested to the reason. He just needed to get out on his own and be his own person. It wasn’t that his best friend was dead and his life had spiraled out of control in the blink of a night.

Parker had just come from the kitchen when the first light knock rattled his door. He missed it over the small T.V. that was snug in a space right next to his bed. It blared a energetic commentary from the nights baseball game, as men ran, slid, and hit at the white ball. His hair was slightly wet from his shower and he hadn’t bothered to find a shirt to put on yet because no one was around to tell him to put one on so why did he even bother. The bed just a mattress on a old rickety headboard, Parker eased on it slowly, afraid that the heated dinner in his hand would spill and that would make him have to go out to get something to eat tonight. He’d become a fast fan of frozen T.V. dinners, never liking them once before but now it being most of his main diet. It was the second knock that made him groan when he heard it. Glancing over at his phone for the time he gave an odd look at the hour and set his plate aside to go answer. Grabbing a button-up as he dragged to the door he didn’t even peer through the peep hole before opening. “I’m good with last weeks stash come back ne—-” Parker’s heart dropped when he saw who was at the door. “Willow.” the name dropped from his lips as more of a statement than a concerned question. His ex. At his doorstep and she looked….pitiful. Like she had just lost her favorite boyband or someone killed her puppy and went after her family too. His eyes sparked wider than they had in possibly weeks seeing the girl. Should he let her in? He didn’t even remember passing along his new address her way. “Um…hi,” he hesitated looking her over again. Parker felt foreign with her standing in front of her. He’d lost this familiarity. “Is, uhm,….are you okay?”

willow-hayes

Seeing Parker in the flesh was like being punched in the stomach. She felt an achey sort of pain spreading throughout her bones, her heart beating painfully in her chest. She hadn't seen him in so long, and only now did she realize how much not only did she missed him, but also how desperate it must seem for her to show up out of the blue like she did. The way his mouth formed her name, so familiar yet so distance, made her stomach lurched. She missed him so much. She just wanted him to hold her tight in his arms, wanted things to go back to the way they were before. But that was impossible, now that Johnson was gone. Parker had changed for the worse. The old Parker died alongside his brother; in his place was a stranger, a man that didn't love Willow anymore.

Her eyes watered as she contemplated her reason for coming, her mouth open but no words coming out. I was raped at your house, the words were stuck in her throat. I'm pregnant. Her hand pressed had against her stomach as she cleared her throat, taking a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry for showing up... unannounced.. Uhm, I got your address from Stacey and.... I thought if I called first, you wouldn't listen. But, god, I need you so badly right now Parker, I really do." She sniffled, bowing her head as the tears began to flow from her eyes. If he rejected her, she didn't know what she would do. "Last month at your party I... I was... r--" The word shook on her trembling lips and she realized she couldn't say it, not now. It would make everything all the more real. "I'm pregnant." She finally said, a silent sob shaking her frail body.

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nileyxlove

We block the noise with the sound of “I need you” And for the first time I had something to lose And I guess we fell apart in the usual way And the story’s got dust on every page

holygrounds

[Coming Back]

The piece of paper was clutched tight in her hand as she drove, heading down to an unfamiliar home in the dangerous part of town. On it was Parker's address, which Willow barely managed to get from one of her friends - why she had it, Willow didn't want to know. She hadn't even known that he wasn't living in his parent's old home anymore until she stopped by there, teary eyed and ready to beg for Parker's forgiveness. His mother had answered the door and seemed extremely concerned, especially when Willow said that her worries were for Parker, not for herself. But his parents didn't know where he had gone so she sent out a mass text to everyone in her phone looking for his address until finally on of her cheerleaders replied with the numbers. So Willow climbed back into her car and went on her way, her breathing fast from her nerves. She had to tell Parker that she was pregnant, that it was his fault - no, she caught herself from thinking that way. She knew it wasn't his fault, not really. She was just looking for someone to put the blame on, since her rapist's face alluded her. Stop it. Thinking about it was going to send Willow into another panic attack; she needed to stop, calm down, focus on driving or else she'd drive off a bridge or crash her car on accident.

Finally Willow spotted the address numbers on an old home, and she pulled her car over and came to a stop. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to think about what she was about to do - that would only make her panic. Instead she pretended she was home, one hand splayed out over her tummy - already she felt like she could feel her baby growing inside of her - as she headed up the unfamiliar steps. One foot in front of the other, one step at a time... She raised her hand to the door, knocking once, twice, three times before letting it drop back to her side, her breathing quickening. Oh god she was going to hyperventilate, her eyes already filled with tears. Please open the door Parker, please...

#para9

jonasswift

rosetyller

"In my dreams you're touching my face and asking me if I’d want to try again with you... And i almost do."

melugonza

[The Death of a Cheerleader] [Self Para #2]

Every second seemed to move slower than the one before. The numbers on the timer changed slowly and painfully, Willow's eyes glued to the tiny screen as the sound of her heart beating quickly in her chest sounded in her ears. Ten seconds. But she was sure it had said ten seconds at least a minute ago. Nine. Finally it was moving. Eight. Her eyes squeezed shut, knowing that when the timer hit zero, her life would never be the same.

One hand rested lightly on her stomach as the timer began to beep, wondering if maybe she didn't need the pregnancy test. She didn't feel a baby in there. Maybe it was all made up in her head. Maybe...

She opened her eyes and forced herself to her feet, her knees nearly buckling as she reached for the test. Fingers crossed, one little stripe for not pregnant, please. Please. She was only seventeen, she wasn't ready for a child, and she wasn't ready for his child. She couldn't bring a monster's baby into this world. Inhaling deeply, she looked for the symbol that would free her from a life of hell.

But instead, two little blue lines greeted her. Pregnant.

"No. No. NO." Her words became a scream as she threw the test away from her as if she could erase what it was telling her, moving as far from it as possible. The doorknob from her bathroom door hit her at the base of her spinal cord and instead of reacting to the pain, she simply sank to her knees, a hand covering her mouth to keep herself silent. Maybe... Maybe it's not his. She slept with Parker too, maybe a condom broke - but even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew it was impossible. She and Parker hadn't been together for over two months, and she wasn't that late. That meant only one other person could be the father of the baby growing inside of her.

She was carrying a rapist's baby.

With a loud sob, her head rolled into her hands and she pulled her knees tight to her chest, arms wrapped around her shaking legs. Her entire body shook with the weight of what she was carrying, feeling as though her cries of pain were shredding her chest. Her eyes closed tightly, snot and tears mixing on her face. She'd rather die than bring his baby into the world.

I have to find Parker. He can help me, he can fix it.

That was her instinct, but her dumb brain had to remind her of the truth - they were broken up, done for. He didn't care anymore. She was truly alone except for the tiny heart beating in her womb.

#i havent written in a long time forgive me pls #princejonaswrites #mentions of rape #tw: mentions of rape #rape