Chapter fourteen

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Thank you again to everyone that is reading and enjoying my story. Victoria and MJTWE3 are the best people in the world world and I love them both! (I put this was chapter 15, but it is 14...oops..xD)

*Drew’s Pov*

Things are starting to get really out of control. Wesley is more of an asshole than ever thanks to that party last weekend and Keaton is still trying to get us together.

I can’t see how anything good can come out of staying in this house anymore. I am just making everyone upset and Mrs. Stromberg doesn’t need all the stress when she gets off of work.

I pack up my stuff about as quietly and as quickly as possible. I am not really sure where I am going to stay, but I just need to get away from here.

From him.

We do nothing but fight all the time. I need to leave before I end up throwing him into a wall and kissing the daylights out of him. That would just fuck up everything even more.

He probably won’t even care if I leave. He would be happy that I am not here to bug him anymore. This sucks.

This whole situation sucks. Gandhi always talks about patience being a good thing, but I don’t think I can take anymore.

Keaton is right about one thing. As much as I hate to admit it, it is the truth. No matter how I try to run away from it all it will still follow me. The thing that I thought would never happen with another guy.

I am in love with Wesley Trent Stromberg and there is nothing left for me to do but leave.

I do a quick double check to make sure that I have everything, then I slowly make my way down the stairs and out the door.

The cold of the night felt good on my skin as I walked down the road with all of my prized possessions in a duffle bag and guitar case. I don’t even have any idea where I am headed, but all I know is that I just need to get as far away from this town as I possibly can. There is nothing here for me.

I have friends. Not many but I have friends. Nothing can keep me here though, not when I have to live with the fact that Wesley hates me.

He hates me. That thought hurts much worse than anything else that has ever happened to me. Even more than when dad cut me with that glass from the table. He hates me. That is the last thing that he ever will say to me. I just need to leave.

Maybe this isn’t love and maybe I will find someone who will help me forget about Wesley. One day maybe I won’t have to think about the way he looks when he sings or the way that his voice makes my heart skip a beat. I will never have to think about the way that his smile just lights up the whole room.

I am addicted to him with every fiber of my being. It is like being on drugs, but much more dangerous. He is straight. I will never be anything to him.

He would be better off if I just left. I feel bad about not leaving a note, but if I did then that would make them come find me faster. When they see I am not there, they will think that I went out. It won’t be until later today that they realize that all my stuff is gone. That gives me a good eight hour head start.

If they even bother to try and find me. Keaton will try and Mrs. Stromberg will throw a fit and call the cops, but what about Wesley?

He will probably throw a party to celebrate the fact that I am no longer near him anymore.

I just continue down the road trying to leave all my feelings in this town.

The thing is that I still have no idea where I am going. Maybe I can make it to L.A and make money as a solo musician. It isn’t too far from Huntington Beach, so I could just take the bus.

I wonder if dad is there. That is the one place that he said he would go to. Maybe that is where he went after I ended up in the hospital.

The most ironic thing about all of this is no sooner do I say that is when my phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Drew. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, dad.”

I apologize that this chapter is so short and has no humor in it. This is the way that Drew feels right now he doesn't know how to deal. In the next one Wesley and Keaton will go on a serch to find him and bring him back. Thank you all again for reading <3

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