Willow

Willow

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Willow's life has been hard living in the care system and at the age of eighteen she is left to fend for herself in a world were you have to work to live. Working at Preston's textiles, sometimes seven days week, her boss Mr. Preston takes her under his wing and helps her along her way for the next eight years. When he suddenly dies, his son Philip takes over the business and befriends Willow. He is fourteen years older than Willow and she is unaware of his feelings for her. One day he kisses her and the wall she has built around her breaks down and she suddenly realises that she loves him. Is he the one that will give her the life she has always dreamed of?

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Willow's life has been hard living in the care system and at the age of eighteen she is left to fend for herself in a world were you have to work to live. Working at Preston's textiles, sometimes seven days week, her boss Mr. Preston takes her under his wing and helps her along her way for the next eight years. When he suddenly dies, his son Philip takes over the business and befriends Willow. He is fourteen years older than Willow and she is unaware of his feelings for her. One day he kisses her and the wall she has built around her breaks down and she suddenly realises that she loves him. Is he the one that will give her the life she has always dreamed of?

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Walking out of work that day with tears in her eyes, Willow and the other staff had just been told that their boss had died that afternoon. Everyone was standing outside the building talking about him, they were all heartbroken. For the past month no one had seen much of him so his son Philip had been in and out of the office to make sure things were running smoothly. He never spoke to anyone, he would just nip in and look through any paperwork and order forms that Willow had left on his desk, sign it, then leave.

Mr Preston, their boss was a lovely old man who took care of all his staff. They were going to miss his old fashioned cheeky banter and how he would walk around the office patting everyone on their heads telling them they were doing a good job. He would always pinch Willows cheeks though and tell her she was his favourite worker, he had always been good to Willow and had kind of taken her under his wing.

Willow was a bit of a loner and on her dinner hour would sit on her own reading a book with a coffee, while everyone else would be talking about what plans they had for the night ahead or plans for the weekend. Sometimes Mr Preston would join them in the canteen and if Willow was there he would always sit with her and they would talk. To her it felt like he was the only person in the world remotely interested in her. He would talk about his two sons, Michael and Philip and always ask her about herself and what she was doing in her life.

He met Willow when his is company had been approached by social services to see if he would be interested in helping children leaving care with a works experience, she was just seventeen then. She went to college three days a week and worked two days in his factory as a machinist. She was a good worker and he was impressed with her and when the work experience ended he kept in touch with her. He knew that she had been brought up in care homes and didn’t know where her parents were and she couldn’t remember if she had any siblings or not.

When she left the care home at seventeen and a half, social services found her a bedsit and paid for it six months in advance for her. When she turned eighteen she was on her own then and if she didn’t work she would have lost the bedsit and become homeless.

When Mr Preston found out about that, he offered her a job to work there full time. He employed her as a machinist and when he needed new office staff he checked her qualifications then moved her to an admin job. She had now been working there for eight years and was a senior member of his staff. As his health began to fail he would ask her to go in work on a Sunday to help him sort all his paperwork out as he was beginning to struggle to keep up with it all. He would always give her cash in hand for that day, but none of the other workers knew about it, that was their little secret.

Walking back home through the park, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, she thought to herself that this was too much of a beautiful day for him to have died on. She sat on a park bench watching everyone going about their business and lit a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke in deeply, it hurt the back of her throat, she had not smoked for a while but today she felt that she needed one and maybe a drink too.

She took out a small fancy note book from her bag, in it she wrote 21/04/2036 my beautiful friend Alfred Preston passed away. Looking up at the blue sky with a tear rolling down her cheek she whispered, “Goodbye sir,” then smiled a little. That’s what she had always called him, he used to chuckle when she called him that. She called him sir out of habit, the last care home she was in they had to call the male staff sir, so it was something that had always stuck with her.

Willow wrapped her jacket around her bag and put it on the end of the bench to make a pillow, she then unpinned her long sandy brown hair and shook her head as it fell loosely down her back and then lay down on the bench. She didn’t want to go back to her bedsit just yet, as warm as the day was outside her bedsit was always cold and damp inside.

As she lay for a while watching the world go by, she heard someone sit on the next bench to her rustling a newspaper. Then she slowly started to fall asleep.

She woke up hearing a woman’s voice moaning at the person who was sitting on the next bench. She lay there listening to her, the woman wanted to know when they were going get engaged, and she wanted some commitment. She could hear a man saying he wouldn’t be pushed into it and it would be when they were both ready. Willow felt a bit uncomfortable lying there listening to them so knew it was time to move on. Just as she was about to move to get up she heard the woman say “so you would rather sit here in the park among the tramps than spend time with me.”

Willows eyes widened and her mouth fell open, she laughed and sat up on the bench and looked at the woman, “Do you mind, I’ve been working all day.”  Willow said as she got up from the bench and picked her belongings up, then looking the very well-dressed woman up and down, she then said, “Maybe you should try it sometime.” Then walked off.

When she got back to her bedsit the landlord’s son was in the building doing his rounds, harassing everyone for their rent. All the other tenants were in their doorways arguing with him about repairs that needed to be done to the building. Walking as fast as she could through the dimly lit hallway to avoid him, it was too late he had seen her.

“Willow” he shouted. “Are you paying your rent today?”

She hated the greasy bastard, “Here,” she said pushing one hundred and fifty pounds into his hand. Then pulled her rent card quickly out of her bag, “sign it,” she said impatiently. As soon as he signed the card she walked off quickly towards her room. As she ran up the stairs to go to her room she shouted to him “you’d better get the heating fixed, slime ball.”

“Yes ok, ok,” he shouted back to her, “none of you pay me enough rent to do that,” he mocked waving his money in the air.

Looking around her cold room, over the years she had made it look quite nice, she had decorated it but was forever buying cleaning fluids to fight the black damp off the walls. She then turned on the small electric heater, she had to buy one as there had been no heating in the building for two years now. The heater cost a fortune on her electric meter so she only put it on for an hour in the morning and an hour when she got back from work, not that it made much difference. Everyone had reported the landlord about not fixing the heating but nothing was being done.

Boiling the kettle up to make a warm drink and use the rest to have a wash in the sink with. Willow put her pyjamas on and got into bed, it was the same thing every night for her, she would either lie in her bed and read a book or watch the television until she fell asleep.

 


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