willows pov:
ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and i slowly stood up from the floor. everything hurt. i stumbled to the door and opened it slightly.
"he- oh my god. what happened?"
at first i was scared that jessie was back but luckily it was monroe.
"i-"
"it's okay. tell me later. let me come in first and help you."
i opened the door wider and monroe stepped inside. she lead me to the kitchen and told me to sit on the counter. i did what she said while she went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
"now tell me. what happened?"
she came back and placed the little bag next to me.
"jessie came here a few minutes before you-"
"that little bitch. go on."
"she said she was sorry and wanted to get back together-"
a sharp pain shot through my cheek when she touched the wound with disinfectants.
"sorry. i'm sorry. i know it hurts but i need you to hold still."
monroe quickly apologized as i whimpered in pain.
"well i obviously told her no and she got angry. she punched me in the face two times."
"where else?"
"my stomach and ribs."
"okay, let me see."
she pushed my shirt up and inhaled sharply.
"this looks bad but i can't really do anything there. you want me to put a cool pack on it?"
i nodded. she went to the freezer and gave it to me after she found one. i cried out when to coolness touched my skin. at least it wasn't bloody.
"here take these pain killers."
she handed me a pill and a glass of water. i gulped it down.
"so let's watch a film then, alright?"
i hummed in response and we walked to the couch in the living room.
after a while of arguing we decided to be basic and simply watch modern family. we did that for quiet a while and i was drifting of to sleep.
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i woke up to monroe shaking me a bit.
"i have to go."
i opened my eyes fully.
"what time is it?"
"almost six. you slept for three hours."
"for real?"
i laughed but winced when i felt the pain in my ribs came back.
"the pain killers are still in the kitchen. maybe you should take another one soon."
"yeah, i'll do that later. where are you even going if it's not even six."
"i..."
"you?"
"i'm seeing someone today."
"a date?"
"kinda."
"spill."
"he's really nice and i think i like him a lot. we'll go to a restaurant. a fancy restaurant."
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