Him

Chapter 29

Cheryl's POV

I am slowly dozing off, listening to the rumbling thunders outside. My head feels a little bit heavy. I wonder what's taking Wesley so long with my glass of water.

I am now on the verge of sleeping when I hear someone yelling.

I think to myself that it's probably those drunk fools outside. So I ignore it and nurse my buzzing head.

The sound repeats and this time louder. It sounds like it's coming from one of these rooms. I sit my half asleep self up right and try to push myself out of bed to find out what's going on and if everything is okay. I switch the night lamp back on and as I listen carefully, I recognize the voice yelling and shouting.

It's Wesley's. What could possibly be going on now?

I rub my sleepy eyes with my hands. The door is forcefully pushed open and a steamed Wesley enters the room. He switches the lights on and walks angrily into his closet without uttering a word. I feel myself sobering up.

My concerned self follows behind him.

'I thought I heard you yell. Are you okay?' I ask and he just ignores me. His veins are sticking out and his jaw is clenched. He grabs a camping bag and picks out some of his clothes.

Is he leaving? My worry multiplies.

He slips on a simple black short sleeved t-shirt. I just stand there shaken, looking at his demeanor, not even being able to make sense of what's going on. And without a single look at me, he budges put of the closet.

'Wesley you are worrying me. What is going on? Where are you going?' he blatantly ignores all my questions and carries on with his packing. So many thoughts are racing in my mind. I am starting to panic a little.

Could this be because of this Blaze Stones saga? Could his father really have done this? Could Wesley have maybe found that he is indeed guilty?

' Wesley Blake Stones! You better answer me!' I now shout and he exhales angrily. I am failing to get through him.

So I resort to gripping his hands, distracting him from his packing and shifting his attention to me. It works. I calm myself down and study his face carefully.

' What's going on?'

'Let go of my hands' he growls through his teeth. I look at him in confusion. I don't understand why he is shutting me out and being so self-guarded right now.

'I don't understand. You are scaring me. Please just-'

'Cheryl, let go of my fucking hands!' he snaps and I jolt. I have never had this sort of encounter with Wesley before, where he yells at me and even curses. It came unexpected and it felt really strange, thus my reaction.

My eyes unwillingly fill up with tears and I swallow hard. I am trying to stay strong so that I can be there for him to support, help and love him when he doesn't have enough strength or love for himself. I shift my eyes elsewhere other than Wes and wipe the tears strolling down my cheeks. Pressing my teeth harshly on my bottom lip to deflate the painful sting that I feel from him bawling at me just now.