Valentine's Day

Chapter Thirteen

Hello! Oh gosh its FRIDAY! HAHAHA actually, I had this chapter written out like by wednesday but...I had wanted it to be longer but..well, not my style. So, enjoy!:D

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

  Aunt Judie sighed and clucked her tongue in disbelief and resignation.

  "My whole life, I have never seen my boy get so heart-broken." She said, placing a towel on his forehead. 

  It was only during sunset did I actually realize that Wes was having a fever. It got me so frightened, the only thing I could do was to call Aunt Judie up. Wes was going to hate me for the rest of his life, but there was nothing else I could do. When she came up, we both managed to get him on the bed. Getting him back to him room was impossible, so he'll have to make do with the treehouse.

  "It'll be better for him anyway, to be in his place of comfort." She had said. 

  I stayed until night fell, and I could actually see the stars that flickered in the beautiful black sky. The lamp in the room was dim enough fo the moon to actually cast some of its beams onto the place I was sitting. I pushed the window open and let more air flow in.

  I was confused.

  For nearly my whole life, I had believed that the infatuation between people wouldn't last. Only a few, like a few destined ones, would actually find the person they love so much. But here, there was a perfect example of another type of love. I had stereotyped everything together and just lumped my whole belief on that misconception.

  I had hated my father for what he did, and so, I just simply made myself shy away from anything that has got to do with my father. I refused to be fragile like a doll, pretty and sweet like my mother because that was how she got hurt. Instead, I modelled myself into something completely opposite her, which was me today. Not that I regretted it, I mean, it started off way before I even knew what my father actually did(which means wanting to be strong must be in my genetic mixup), but I could actually see what I was doing.

  I was letting someone who had killed my mother's heart, left us broken with no help, to rule my life. Even though he has never seen me, I was letting him influence me and make my life miserable. That shouldn't be the way. 

  Feeling my thoughts getting clear and less muddled, I yawned and checked my phone. It was nearly ten. I should let Mom know that I'm here, lest she starts freaking out. I looked at Wes' drawn face. I didn't want to leave him, but I still had school tomorrow. 

  "Sweetheart, you should go back." Aunt Judie startled me.

  I was so caught up in my thoughts that I nearly forgot that she was still here.

  "It's alright. I want to accompany Wes," I said stubbornly.

  "Darling, you have school tomorrow. I don't think Wes will be fit enough." She said, her face more weary than I had ever seen.

  I hesitated.

  I was never going to admit this, but I was so tired. I've been sitting here for nearly half the day and I wanted to just fall asleep right now. 

  "Go. Tell your Mom. Maybe she can help." Aunt Judie said. 

  I smiled.

  "She just might leave him swearing never to fall in love again." I said.

  Aunt Judie laughed, her laugh still the same as it was when I met her seven years ago.

  "Maybe."