Anna tries to talk to Willow about her current situation.
Chapter Twenty: Go Back Home:
August 2000. Willow wandered around campus looking for someone to talk to. The photo club was great, but she wanted some new faces. Finally, one caught her eye.
Anna sat alone under a tree, writing in her journal. Willow smiled to herself. Good enough. She made her way over to her target.
“Yoo-hoo!” Willow called out. Anna nearly jumped up in her seat. Willow gave her a little smile.
“Hiya!” she said. Anna blinked at her.
“Hi…” she mumbled.
“Mind if I sit down?” Willow asked.
“Uh…” her friend said.
“Great!” Willow cheered. She sat down next to Anna. The Japanese-American looked on uneasily. Willow noticed her face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. Anna shook her head.
“N-Nothing,” she lied. Willow patted her on the shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m here for you. We all are.” Anna stared at her with big eyes. She didn’t know how to respond. Anna just nodded instead. Willow kept her smile. She meant what she said.
November 5th, 2009.
Anna and Tsuzuki watched Willow from across the hall.
“So what do we do with her?” Tsuzuki asked.
“I’ll think of something,” Anna said.
“She’s not supposed to be here.”
“Should I erase her memories as well?”
Anna shook her head. “No, I’ll talk to her.”
She nodded at him. “I will.” Anna rose to her feet and walked across the hall. Willow sat next to her futon trying to figure things out. Last night’s image wouldn’t get out of her head. Anna having sex with that guy. All of those whip scars all over her back. Willow tried to stomach it all.
What if Becky’s right? Anna might be whoring and that was a john. Oh, that’s not good. What do I do? What do I do?
“Willow,” she heard someone say. The corky redhead jerked her head upwards. Anna sat in front of her. Willow nearly jumped backwards.
“Y-Y-You’re alive!” she cried. Anna nodded.
“Yes, now listen closely,” she said. “This will be hard to explain right away.” She noticed the confused look on her friend’s face. It felt like that moment in freshman year, only Willow became the uneasy one now.
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.
“You slept with that guy,” she said. Anna didn’t speak for a moment.
“Yes…” she said. “He is my fiancé.” Willow shook her head, panicked.
“And your back…” she almost yelped. Anna’s eyes shot wide as the color drained from her face. Oh fuck! She saw my… Anna tried to stay calm.
“Okay, he didn’t do that to me,” she began again. Willow began backing away.
“Becky was right!” She reached over for her phone.
“Willow! Wait, listen!” Anna cried. The other woman tried to dial their friends.
“Hang on, Anna! I’ll save you!” she cried. She was about to hit “call” when Anna stopped her. Willow looked up frantically.
“Anna?” she asked. Her friend gave her a stern look.
“Put down the phone a listen,” she said. Willow blinked.
“Put down the phone and listen!”
“Willow! Shut up, put down the phone, and listen!”
The slender redhead hesitated at first. Anna only got defensive when something was wrong. This was more dead serious than she thought. Finally, Willow lowered the phone. Anna drew in a breath to ease herself.
“Now, listen closely,” she said. “This will be hard to swallow. Nod if you understand.” Willow slowly did so once.
“Good,” her friend said. Anna paced herself as she gave the Willow the edited version of her family history and the events up to this point. Her friend’s cool amber eyes blinked bewildered.
“So… he’s not a pimp?” she asked pointing at Tsuzuki afterwards.
“No!” Anna said. Sweat drop on Tsuzuki’s head
/Where did she come up with that?/, he thought.
“And will happen to me?” Willow asked. Anna sighed aloud.
“You’ll have to stay here for the time being,” she said.
“Until I figure out what to do with you.”
“What about Becky and them?”
“I’ll deal with them later too!” Anna breathed aloud. /Why does this mess keep getting more difficult?/, she thought.