I silently watch him pace up and down in front of me, his jaw set tight and hands clenched into fists.

" Wes --------"

" Don't, " he holds up his hand to silence me. " I need a minute." He says, continuing on pacing.

" Just don't get yourself worked up about this."

" Don't get myself worked up - how the f*ck am I not suppose to, when someone you trusted, actually hi -------------" he huffs, not being able to finish his sentence.

Seeing him like this, all bothered by what he's heard, for some reason plays at my heart. It actually reminds me that I haven't had many people worry about me, nor have I opened up the door for them to show me that they care.

So to see him like this, plays with my emotions and that makes me scared a bit.

I sigh, taking off the shoes and moving on further on the bed to lay in the center, on my back. There's a moment of silence where I'm staring at the ceiling, trying to get ahold of my emotions and not fall weak at this moment.

I mean, I'm still hurt over what happened but it's passed now, yet I can't let it go, thus, putting strain on me. The thought of facing Owen, doesn't sit well with me at the moment, I wouldn't really know what to say to him. Yes he might have had a little too much to drink but that has never made him act the way he did.

I might be overreacting but I was caught off guard, because I know him, that he's always been careful with alcohol around me. So for him to act how he did, laying a hand on me while all these years he's tried protecting me from the same person, who was doing it, it confuses me and makes me weary to see and talk to him.

The bed dipping, knocks me out of my thoughts, making me realize that I've been deep in my thoughts. I feel him lay beside me and set his eyes on the side of my face.

I try by all means to avoid his gaze but as time passes, I find it hard to resist.

" Stop, you're being creepy." I say, giving him a glance before looking back up at the ceiling.

" Talk to me." He says so low, that it's hard to believe that he was fuming just a few minutes ago.

I take a minute before speaking up. " I should forget about it by now, it's passed, but I can't. It's stuck in my mind. " I admit, closing my eyes.

" It shouldn't have happened, I shouldn't have been there in the first place." He mumbles next to me.

" Don't start blaming yourself now or I will hurt you." I threaten lightly.

" Nothing can hurt me more than seeing you like this, right now." He says.

I sigh, rolling onto my side to face him and opening my eyes to stare at him.

Our eyes connect.

" Don't start going soft on me now." I try to tease him, but the lump in my throat makes it hard to ignore what I'm feeling right now.

" I blame you for it." He whispers.

" Oh?" I whisper back.

" I have not been able to be anything different when it comes to you. I guess you bring out sides of me I wasn't aware of."

" You should stay away from me."

" Don't you dare start with that ---------"

" No, I'm being serious."

" And you don't think I am?" He argues, laying upright and balancing his head on his palm.

He looks down at me.

" I have a past, it's not pretty and what happened, it's triggered some memories, ones I wish I could forget. Thinking over and over about the same things, makes me feel certain things and I don't like this one bit." I say, closing my eyes once again and trying to push back tears, but it's so hard.

I can feel him staring at me.

" Stop staring." I warn, trailing off.

" Look at me."

I try to resist but his fingers in my hair, have me open my eyes to look at him.

" There's nothing wrong with feeling this way ----------"

" No, I hate it. I hate it and I want it to stop. " I shake my head, burying my face in the covers.

I feel him hover over me, pushing hair aside and exposing my neck. This gives him easy access to pepper kisses, making me to gasp.

" You, being like this makes me need to be close to you even more," I hear him say, making me to tense up.

I shake my head, not believing him.

" Yes, I'd rather you look at me, to actually take me seriously."

I turn to look at him, where as I stare into his eyes, I see nothing but the truth displayed on his face.

As we stare at each other, something pinches at my chest, and that's when tears finally fall down my cheeks, no more being able to keep them in.

All he does is wipe them away, giving me a look of promise, to not leave me.

For the first time, I want roles to change. I want to be the one to give him that look, a look of promise and to stick to it.

For the first time, I mentally pray, to never be given a reason to leave. For now, staring into those blue eyes of his, I don't want to leave, I desire to stay and try a full year or more, in this place.

For the first time, I really, really want to stay.

********

I wake up to no sign of Wesley anywhere. I remember us laying beside each other, not talking any further but looking at each other. I don't know when we finally fell asleep, but waking up now to a more darkened sky, proves that hours had passed.

To not wake up next to him makes me curious of his whereabouts. So as soon as I get off the bed and wear shoes, I exit his room to go out and look for him.

" Um, is Wesley around?" I ask Anita, as soon as I catch sight of her in the kitchen.

" Aah yes, he went out a while ago."

" Uh, how long is a while ago exactly?" I ask with a frown.

He could have just woken me up or left a note.

" 30 minutes or so." Okay, that's not a long time.

" Do you know when he will be back?" I ask, shifting on my heel, feeling awkward with being left alone in a different house.

Not that I don't appreciate Anita's presence, it's just that it's the first time being here and with him being home, makes me feel really vulnerable.

" I could never be sure, but he did tell me to tell you to stay here and relax, he'll be back soon. Something important came up."

What could be so ---------

I hear the front door opening and I sigh in relief, knowing that he's finally back.

" Mr Adam's, welcome home." I tense up when I see that it's not Wesley but his father.

" Yes I ----------" he stops mid sentence when he notices me, this making him to look at me in curiosity.

" Oh Mr Adam's, this is Chloe, Wesley's fri --------"

" I know who she is." He cuts her off." We've met already."

" It's good to see you again, sir." I speak up, scratching my arms lightly.

" Yes, I had no idea you and my son were so close, I mean it's been a long time since he's brought a friend over. "

" Oh, uh, I hope I --------"

" No please, don't take my words wrongly, I'm actually pleased to see my son opening up like this. Right this way please, " he gestures for me to follow him to the living room.

We take our seats opposite each other, I watch him take off his suit jacket and unbutton the shirt sleeves, rolling them up his arms.

" I think Anita made it clear that Wesley hasn't had anyone over."

" She's always considered him as her own son, so to see him open up relieved her "

I nod, doing my best to not show how awkward I feel right now.

" Can I just say something? " He says, earning my attention once again.

" Yes."

" Thank you for that night, you know, getting him to the hospital. He can be quite stubborn when it comes to me," his eyes show hurt and pain.

It must be hurting him, to know that his own son doesn't regard him as a dad.

" You're right, he's quite a stubborn one but also has a good heart." I admit, my lips twitching into a small smile.

My smile almost wavers when I notice him just staring at me. Before either one of us can say or do anything, we hear a car outside.

It must be Wesley.

Without really thinking about what I'm doing, I feel myself rise to my feet and my eyes wandering to the living room entrance.

A cough breaks me out of my staring.

Looking back at Mr Adams, I see him arch a brow at me, his eyes holding humour. My cheeks warm up and I avert my eyes to my feet, playing with my fingers.

Gosh, I'm so embarrassed right now.

We hear the door open and close, and then footsteps, coming our way.

" Wesley!" His father calls him and I look up, expecting to see him enter the living room.

" What?! " Wesley responds, annoyance dripping from his tone.

As he enters, he stops in his tracks when he notices me. His eyes glance between us, a frown settling on his face.

" I thought you were still asleep." He says, coming over to me.

" Yeah, but I ---------" I stop mid sentence when I'm the one to notice something.

My school bag is in his hand.

What the....... ?

He sees me looking at my bag. " Could we go up to my room and talk?" He says to me.

" Actually, I'd like us to talk for a bit." His dad speaks up, earning our attention.

" No." He says abruptly.

" Wesley, it's important."

I cut Wesley off from whatever he was about to say, by walking over to snatch my bag from him, totally surprising him.

" Your father has something important to talk to you about, this can wait." I gesture to my bag, before walking past him and heading up to the room, leaving Wesley with his father.

I just hope he doesn't kill me for doing this.

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