While sprinting for her life, she frantically dialed her family's numbers. She had five brothers, yet not a single one picked up.
In that terrifying moment, an epiphany struck her.
She truly meant nothing to the Shaw family. No matter how many times she called, no one would answer. And even if they did, none of them would come to her rescue.
Her final, desperate call was to the police. By sheer luck, the precinct was only a ten-minute drive away.
Just as she was pinned to the concrete, the men violently tearing at her shirt buttons, the sirens wailed.
The attackers scattered into the night. A female officer wrapped her own jacket around Willow's violently trembling, disheveled frame.
She hadn't suffered the ultimate physical violation, but the sheer terror of that night scarred her far worse than any physical wound could have.
Sitting there completely numb, she listened to the officer systematically contact her brothers.
Xavier said he was too busy shopping for Tessa's clothes.
Julian said he couldn't leave the stove because he was cooking dinner for Tessa.
Leo refused to come because he was playing video games with Tessa.
Asher claimed his poor health made it too difficult to travel.
Silas said it was his birthday and he refused to deal with something so depressing and unlucky.
Every single excuse boiled down to one truth.
Literally anything was more important than Willow's life.
Eventually, after a harsh scolding from the officers, Silas reluctantly showed up. Out of deep sympathy for Willow, the police intentionally showed him the alley's security footage, hoping he would realize the severity of the situation and start treating his traumatized sister with some basic human decency.
At the time, Willow had naively hoped the same thing. She genuinely believed that if she looked broken and obedient enough, her brothers would finally see her.


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