Him

Chapter 30

Cheryl’s POV

We stop at my house and I collect my bags while Skyla holds the umbrella for me.

'I am really sorry that things turned out the way they did tonight'

'No need to apologize Sky. You would have not known that it was going to happen. Anyways, thanks for everything. Goodnight' I bid Claire goodbye in the car and run to the door.

Right now I am a confused, emotional mess and I just want to go to bed. I ring the doorbell and my mom gets it.

'Cheryl?' I walk right past her and invite myself into the  house.

'What's going on? What are doing here so late at night? What happened?' my mother asks in worry. I ignore all her questions and walk towards my bedroom.

'Cheryl, talk to me. What happened? Did something go wrong? Did you and Wesley fight or something? Cheryl-' she grabs a hold of my arm and stops me in my tracks.

'Mom please. I don't want to talk about what happened, I just want to go to bed. I am extremely worn out so would you please allow me to go sleep' I gently pull my hand away and head to my room. As soon as I step in the room, I shut the door.

I feel a little bad for not opening up to my mom because she will most likely be too worried to get some sleep. Whenever her children are secretive about what's bothering them, she becomes super restless.

I quickly change into my warm pyjamas and hop straight to bed.

-How I wish it was possible for me to throw up both your DNA' s out of my system.

-I missed out on a lot of things I could have experienced and done when I was a little boy. When my peers were playing basket ball, playing with toy guns and running around on the field as they were supposed to, I was wearing star black with a balaclava over my face, on my way to rob a store for our fucking dinner! I was 9 mom, 9!

-All these little scars I have on my back, I got them while I was jumping walls, running away from the police

-Wesley stop! Please! You gonna kill him!

The rumble from the mansion keeps echoing in my mind. It's raining heavily outside and  I am deeply concerned about Wesley. My body is even very tense and stiff. I am failing to find the right position on the bed. I am just restless.

Maybe I should call him before I go to sleep.

Wesley's POV

Few important parts of my life flash before my eyes as I watch my car uncontrollably head for the cliff. My intestines tie into a very tight knot and my blood races. My heart is throbbing. I cover my face, and mentally prepare myself for my awful death.

However, in a twist of fate, the car vomits me out through the window right before rolling down the high cliff. I crash painfully on the ground and roll down the road.

As I am rolling, a sharp nail on the ground pushes into my forehead and I scream to the top of my lungs in agony. As my rolling down the road continues, the ground keeps pressing the nail into my forehead further and further. I am in anguish.