#⇢task.two

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Willow - Task Two.

tw: sexual abuse of a minor

“I wrote a new story,” the young blonde gleamed as her mentor followed her into her bedroom. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the journal that she was so proud of. It had taken her only a week but she was proud of what she had written and hoped that he would be too.

Alistair Mullen had been mentoring Willow for a few weeks now. He was a writer and her father had introduced the pair at an event for his company. Since then, Alistair had taken a liking to the young girl. When her father had found out that Alistair wanted to mentor her, he was thrilled. Her father kept saying that Willow would one day be a great writer just like the man who he admired. 

It had felt nice to be noticed. Between puberty and how mean girls could be, thirteen years old was not an easy time for a girl. Add onto that a father who was barely around and a town that she did not know, Willow felt stuck. She felt unseen. That was until Alistair had come along. He saw her. He understood her. He made great promises.

“Come. Lay with me,” he stated as he moved to the bed. “We will go over it together.” Willow grabbed her book and moved towards the bed herself, laying down next to him as she handed him her story. It wasn’t unlike him to have her lay in bed next to him. Normally, he would read her work while she continued writing or finishing homework. This time was different though.

She watched closely as his red pen moved over the paper, changing things and crossing them out. Her heart sank a bit as he did so. She was really proud of this one and now, half of it was being removed. “It’s good.”

Willow bit her bottom lip. She didn’t think it was good. If it was good, more than half of the page wouldn’t be red. “But you made notes all over it,” she stated, looking down at the paper with her sad look on her face.

“Because I care about it. Look come here,” he replied, motioning for her to snuggle closer to him. She did as she was told and placed her head gently on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her. He used the hand, hugging her tightly to him as he continued. “This only becomes real, if you have concrete evidence to prove that it is real.” His voice trailed off and she felt his mouth press up against her head. “You talk about kissing here. Have you ever been kissed?”

Willow shook her head gently. The truth was that she hadn’t. Willow had not spent much attention to boys. She was always focused on writing and her school work. She moved from his arms and looked up at him, shaking her head again. “Give me a kiss,” she heard. Willow did not know if she should. He was her mentor and much older than her. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek before pulling away awkwardly. “A real kiss, Willow. It’s for the writing.” Willow nodded before moving in closely and kissing him on the lips. 

That was how it started and it was always the same. “For the writing,” he would say. “Don’t you want to become a better writer?”

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Tess Task Two.

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Rayna Task Two.

Three minutes. Three little minutes that could completely change a life. Three minutes was how long Rayna had to wait. For three minutes, she stood there staring at the little pink stick that was sitting on the counter top. Who knew that three minutes could feel like forever? She held her breath as she waited for the result.

If she were being honest with herself, she already knew what was coming. She had not been feeling like her usual self. She was tired all the time. She felt sick. Most importantly, she was over a week late. She was pregnant, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

“Fuck. No. No. No,” Rayna cried. She looked down at the pink stick sitting on the counter. Positive. It came out positive. The tears began streaming down her cheeks as she slowly slid to the floor.  “But how? I was so careful,” she whispered to herself. 

She didn’t want any of her siblings to hear her. She could not face them, not now. She needed to figure this out for herself. How could she be having a baby when she was just a baby herself? She was supposed to be better than this. She wasn’t supposed to have a baby at 16 and become another stereotype. She was going somewhere. She was going to be someone. Now, she had another little someone growing inside of her. 

“What do I do?” she asked herself. “What will people say? What would she tell her family? Her friends? Oh God, what would she tell Abel?” She put her head in her hands. The girl didn’t know what to do or where to even begin. She knew that she couldn’t abort the baby but what if he asked her to? What if Abel didn’t want this baby? What would she do then? 

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MJ Task Two