Light (Wesley Stromberg FanFic)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Bailey's POV~

"Bailey, please call me. I need you to trust me and hear me out!"

Wesley kept leaving voicemails back to back. I wasn't ready to call him yet. I wasn't even sure what I wanted. I knew Ali Smith wasn't really someone in his life, she was just a crazed fan, along with all of the other girls.

I decided to call Wesley back, and he answered right away.

"Bailey! Baby, thank you for calling me back. Let me explain, I-"

"It's not what you think it is Wes. I know that you don't know who Ali Smith is. She's one of your fans. Along with all of the other ones that sent me hate. Did you know about this?"

"No, I...I had no idea. What are they saying to you?"

"That I'm an ugly slut...and that I should kill myself. Wesley, I don't know if I want this anymore..."

"Wait! You don't want what? What do you mean? No, it's okay baby, they don't mean any of-"

"Save it Wes! I know it's not your fault but if I'm with you I'm gonna constantly get hate from all of your fans! I don't know if I can handle that..."

"Please just let me talk to them and tell them to stop! They will, just trust me! Don't do this..."

"You're better off without me anyways, goodbye Wesley."

I hung up and brought my hands up to my face. I cried, cried, and cried.

I loved Wesley more than anything in the world, but his fans really did want me to die!

Wesley's POV~

She hung up. She's gone. I'm so heated, I thought my fans were better than this! She really did seem like she was done with 'us' though.

"What's wrong bro?" Drew came up behind me.

"Bailey, she broke up with me."

"I'm so sorry dude! Did she say why?"

"It's the fans, the hate. She said she can't take it, it's too much. And she said that I'm better off without her..which isn't even true!"

"Well did you tell her that?" Drew asked.

"She hung up before I got a chance to!"

I left Drew and stormed into an empty room in the recording studio. I pulled my phone back out of my pocket and pulled up twitter.

I made a new status: "I love you guys, all of my fans. But hate is not okay. What ever happened to #TeamInspire? We need to spread love, not take it all away. I love Bailey, and that's that. So please stop with all of the hate. Thanks Emblems!"

I called up Bailey.

"What!?" she answered.

"Please just listen to me. I want you to go check my twitter. Please?"

There was a long pause but she finally said, "fine."

"Wes...that was really sweet, thank you. But-"

"But what? Baby, everything's okay. I'll never let anything bad happen to you, okay?"

"Wesley, there is people out there that want me dead. A twitter status is not gonna do much. I'm sorry, but-"

I could hear her start to cry. I couldn't take this, knowing she was hurting like this and I wasn't there to comfort her. I needed to be there for her. I missed her too much. I needed to see her and reassure her that everything was gonna be okay.

"Wes, we have to go! Come on!" Keaton yelled.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll call you later I promise." I said.

She didn't answer.

"Bailey? Hello?"

She had hung up on me. I was broken, knowing that I didn't get to talk her through this.

I slipped my phone into my back pocket and ran after Keaton.



Bailey's POV~

"Alex, I need you to come over, now," I choked out.

I could count on Alexandra for anything. We've been best friends ever since elementary school.

"Wait, why? What happened?" she asked.

"Long story," I said.

I hung up and plopped on my couch.

A few hours later my door bell rang and I screamed for whoever it was to come in.

A tall figure stood in the door way of my family room.

"Jake?! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I saw all of the hate that you were getting from everyone and I needed to see if you were okay. Is he here..."

"Wesley? No, he's in New York. I broke up with him because of all of this shit, okay? Happy?"

"Yeah, I am. I hate him. Anyways, so you're okay?"

"I'm fine Jake, thanks. Now can you please get out? I don't want to see you."

I started to tear up and I felt the tears start to trickle down my face.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. Not with you like this," he said.

He came over to where I was sitting and wrapped his arm around me. I wound up falling asleep in his arms.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. Jake was asleep next to me with his arm wrapped around me. Wesley was walking fast towards us.

"Wesley?" I asked quietly.

"What do you think you're doing? Hey!" Wesley yelled.

He took Jake by the hand and yanked his arm so he woke up. Jake shot up and faced Wes.

"What are you doing here?" Jake asked.

"What are you doing with MY girlfriend?" Wes asked.

"I was comforting her because YOU broke her heart AGAIN!"

"I know what I did but-"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled.

They both got quiet.

"Wesley, Jake is here to comfort me because you weren't. So don't get mad at him."

"Bailey, I was in New York recording my album! I couldn't leave! I tried to help with the twitter and hate thing! You didn't let me do anything!" Wesley started to raise his voice at me.

"I couldn't handle it though! And the twitter thing didn't work! I'm still getting hate and it sucks! It's just not worth it! I thought you loved me!"

Wesley squeezed both of my arms and pushed me up against the wall.

"I TRIED TO HELP YOU GET THROUGH THIS OKAY! DONT ACT LIKE I DIDN'T!" Wesley screamed in my face.

I was terrified, shocked. Wesley has never done that, and I never thought he ever would. My eyes grew big.

He gave me a long look and then finally realized what he was doing. He slowly took his hands off of my arms. My arms were beat red and felt like they were pounding.

Jake stood on the opposite end of the room, in shock too.

Wes slowly backed away from me as tears started to trickle down my face. I raised my arm to rub the back of my head from hitting it against the wall.

"I-I'm sorry baby," he whispered.

"Just-" I choked out.

I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut.

How could Wesley do this to me?

He wasn't sorry.

He didn't care.

I bet he never even loved me.