SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Fifty pt.1

This is NOT EDITED! Hope you enjoy, please open your mind.

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• CHAPTER FIFTY pt.1
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Clark Caleb Wesley

I watch the fleeting clouds over the glass window of my suit with a glass of bourbon in my hand.

The feeling of dread swirls inside me all over again, it happens from time to time. Every time I miss her so much, I always miss her. Just sometimes it's unbearable, her face in my iPad is not enough, I miss All of her, her smile, her laugh, her fucking voice, her kisses. I envy the air she breathes.

Jesus, It's torture.

Why am I here again and not with my girl?

That's right, I apparently doing what I love, my passion. Yes, sarcasm intended, Don't get me wrong, modeling has been extremely fun, it was not what I expected but the joy it brings me don't even come close to the joy of simply hearing my girl's voice,

Nothing comes close.

I sigh and take a small sip of bourbon. I love the burning sensation of it as it travels down my throat and the numbness after.

Why is she keeping it from me?

I don't want to dwell on it, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to hear it.

But this god damn picture is NOT photoshopped. Trust me I know.

"Drinking again?"

I cringe upon hearing the familiar voice.

"Kelly," I mumble without turning around, the clicking of her heels indicates she's walking towards me.

For eight months, I can say that a lot of things have changed. Between Kelly and I, her mom, my life, nothing is the same anymore. And I loved it, sometimes.

She's been nothing that I expected, after what happened in the past I distance myself from her and her mother, they never hide their motives, in fact, one night, two weeks after I left, Rebecca cornered me she summoned me into her office and with reluctance, I agreed. She asks me once again to hide my relationship with M, and pretend to date her daughter for attention, for the goddamn fame. I fumed and threatened to go back home but she smirk and told me It's not possible since I have a contract. I say screw the contract but the damn bitch is serious about suing me. In the end, I still refuse.

Turns out she's been controlling Kelly, one drunken night Kelly blurt everything out, she's choking from her mother's control over her, That night I saw her differently, or better yet, I saw the girl I met when everything isn't shitty yet, the shy innocent girl asking me to be his escort to her birthday party. The vulnerable and misunderstood girl. After that night we become closer than ever. And M knows about it all. Every single f*cking word.

"Heard from her again? Have you slept at all? You look ... Well you," she rambles.

I shake my head and look at her, I didn't realize she's in front of me now.

"Shit, she still didn't tell you did she?" She concludes her face is reek with concern and sympathy,

I simply shake my head once again. Words choking on my throat. She doesn't know about the new picture sent last night.

She sighs exasperatedly.

"Out with it miserable boy, come on tell your BFF," she urges.

Should I tell her? Why Am I even asking myself, this Kelly miss nosey, miss tenacious?