Steal My Girl

5.

CHAPTER FIVE
WESLEY
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I had Vinny pick Macy and I up from the emergency room the next morning. Macy was kept overnight to watch for any signs of serious internal damage, and I stayed with her, getting little amounts of sleep in the chair beside her. Funnily enough, that was Vinny's first time meeting the woman I had spoken to him so much about.

The car ride was fairly silent. I was sure Vinny felt a bit awkward, Macy was still shaken, and I'd simply had a lot on my mind. I glanced over at Macy a few times, but her eyes were glued to the window, watching the other cars, trees, buildings, and such passing by. Her hands were bandaged, with a few stitches beneath the wrappings, on either palm. She was otherwise okay, apart from the inevitable mental and emotional damage she'd face.

It pained me to think of the bright, bubbly woman I'd met and instantly fallen for, to now never get to see that same radiant smile I couldn't get enough of, and to have to peer into gloomy, hopeless eyes, knowing I couldn't be of any help.

There was still a lot I wanted to talk to her about, that I didn't have the time nor courage to bring up in the back of the ambulance, nor the hospital room. I knew talking to her in the backseat of Vinny's car while he was present wasn't a suitable option either. I only hoped that she would let me stick around for a little while longer, let me help her clean up her place, and hopefully hear me out in the process.

When we arrived, Vinny parked his car and we went our separate ways, him heading over to his place, while I walked alongside Macy to hers.

"Let me help you clean up." I suggested, though I didn't intend on giving her an option unless she were to be adamant about me leaving her alone.

"You don't have to do all of this, Wes." She pointed out, as we approached her front porch.

"I know. I'm doing it because I want to. Let me help with that." I said, sticking my hand out for her to give me the house key, to keep her from having to do too much with her wounded hands.

I made sure the police got the other key from Tyler and locked the house before I left in the ambulance with Macy. After everything, the last thing she'd need is for someone to break in while she was in the hospital.

"Now don't be too overwhelmed by the mess. I'm willing to do all of the cleaning if you want to just sit down and relax or catch up on some rest." I assured her, waiting for her to nod in agreement before I'd even open the front door.

After she'd nodded, I turned the knob and pushed open the front door, both of us immediately being hit with a strong smell of alcohol from the floors. I placed my hand at the small of her back, leading her in the front door before closing and locking it behind us.

"Oh my god!" She cried, covering her mouth in shock after seeing the mess and catching glimpse of drops of blood on the floor.

I comfortingly placed my hands on her shoulders, "Hey, what did I tell you? Go relax if you need to, alright? I can handle it."

"I want to help you but I—" She started, before I cut her off.

"Hey, relax. It's alright, I've got it. Go lay down, try to get some sleep."

Macy peered up at me, her eyes glossed over with tears threatening to spill at any second. For a brief moment, we both remained silent. I attempted to send her a subtle smile, despite the weight of the situation I dragged myself into.

"Can you sit beside me until I fall asleep?" She finally asked, her voice in a nervous mumble as if it'd taken her a lot courage to ask such a simple favor.

"I'd be happy to." I answered, making a conscious effort to word things in a way that would put her mind at ease, though it tended to come naturally whenever it came to her.