The Release

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Bethany

I noticed.

Wayne didn't seem right today. He almost beat up one of his friends. I think his name is Gabe. Wayne did this only because he made a comment about my body. If he keeps on trying to fight with people who say disgusting things about me, I am going to have to fuck him so much more.

Gabe used to look at me differently. He hit on me sometimes when Simon wasn't around. I never did anything with him, like I do with Wayne. Now, all he sees is my big stomach.

I got ready for bed. I layered my blankets over me. My phone seemed like it was scrolling itself. I was on it for about an hour, then I heard a small rasp at my door.

Before I could answer, my door slowly opened and someone came inside, shutting it behind them. I could notice from his silhouette that it was Wayne. He stepped into the smallest light in my room.

"Wayne, what are you doing?" I propped myself up on my elbows.

He got straight on my bed and crawled up to me. He came on top of me and in between my legs. His head loomed over mine. Wayne bent down and kissed me.

He tasted like whiskey.

I cringed and laid down flat. He ripped the blankets from me. I wrapped my arms around my cold body. He pulled them apart and pinned them down.

"I want to eat you." Wayne's lips moved down my neck and his hands went to my underwear.

"Wayne, you're drunk." I tried to smile. He attempted to remove my clothes. "Are you serious right now?"

"Come on, I'm okay." His slurs concerned me. I tried to push him away, but he barely moved. I turned away, and he bit on my neck.

"What is wrong with you!" I kicked my legs and shoved him off of me.

Wayne lifted his hands and stood at the edge of my bed. His shoulders were slumped and he cowered away from me. Eyes shining with tears.

"What's wrong?" I sat up. I crawled towards him.

"I'm sorry." His voice is barely audible. "What have I done? I'm sorry. No, no, no."

He went to leave, but I held up a hand. "No, wait." He didn't stop moving. "You are not going anywhere."

"You don't want me here."

"Yes, I do," I said desperately. "Please, please. Stay. Don't leave me."

He turned and looked at the empty spot in my bed. Wayne's head fell and he stumbled onto it. When he landed, I froze. I have never seen him so heavily drunk.

"Hey-" As soon as I touched his hair, he scooped me over to him and buried his face in my chest. "Woah, hey, what's wrong."

Wayne shook his head and hummed a no. Big strong arms pulled me closer. I can't bear seeing him like this.

"Please, tell me what is wrong."

He whined and talked about several things at once. "My father came home, and he's so loud and he screamed at me... If I would have hurt Gabe, I would be like him." He said, "I don't want to be like him... now he is gone again. I don't want to leave you, but you might leave me... I drank something. I didn't look at the label, but it burned and I deserved it. I finished it. Please, don't leave me-"

"Wayne breathe, breathe." I pet his hair. He looked up at me.

"They didn't even know it was my birthday."

Pain was something I have never seen Wayne deeply experience. I can feel the tightness in his chest as he shakes against me. Tears leaked from my own eyes, while Wayne's seeped into my shirt.

It hurts me so much that he has held all of this inside. When I talked to him about my own problems, he had all this bottled up. I feel so fucking stupid. I should have checked up on him.

I can't believe he thought I'd leave him. I have never felt this much connection with anyone before. Not with friends nor family. And, yet, I still find the consistent need to get closer.

I need to meet his parents. I can't even comprehend why someone would scream at this precious boy. He is so perfect, but broken.

Wayne muffled something in my chest, and I blinked away my tears. "What did you say, baby?"

He lifted his head. "Your boobies are very comfortable."

I shook my head. "Wait, what?"

"They are like pillows, like the perfect ones you find-"

"Thank you?" I leaned forward. "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm better 'cause I have boobies in my face." Wayne's hand came up. "May I?"

I nodded and he put a hand on my boob. I giggled. He squished it and tapped it so it jiggled. My laughter was filled with shock.

"I mean, it's so perfect." Wayne whispered. "I want to see them every single day."

"You are adorable."

"Can I see them?" He gasped with enthusiasm. "Can I suck on them?"

"Let's save that for another day. You know, when you aren't drunk and practically falling asleep?"

"Mhm." Wayne rolled on top of me, his head still on my chest and the rest of his body between my legs. "It's bedtime."

"On the side of my bed, there is a trash can if you need to throw up, and some water on the table."

Wayne was already asleep when I checked on him. I smiled at how cute he looks. I have this protective feeling inside of me. If anyone tries to hurt him, I wonder what I will do.

~

I woke up with him in a starfish position, head still resting on my chest. His body covered mine like a blanket. When I was hungover, he got me food. So, I must return the favor.

I tried to get up, but he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, locking me into place. "Nooo," he grumbled.

I laughed slightly and ran my fingers through his hair. He was really plastered last night.

"Do you want me to get you saltines or not?" I said softly, trying not to strain his sensitive ears.

He lifted his head. Rested his chin on my chest. I smiled at him and continued to pet his chocolate hair.

"Keep smiling at me like that." He murmured to me. His eyes are so dreamy.

I put a hand over his forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better."

"You're hungover."

Wayne squeezed my arms and laid his head back on my chest. He sighed. "Never better."

He stopped moving for a few seconds. I leaned to the left and found him asleep again. A small movement caught my attention to my right.

Ruby.