Throwing Pebbles

Chapter 1 -Holding Flames In His Eyes

   "Lonely are we?" A slight breathy chuckle grew behind me. "What is it Wes?" Seeing my voice was laced with venom he stepped back and then took two steps forward. Same routine as always. Back one, forward two, back one, forward two, as if he's deciding whether to intervene in my self confusion. With in seconds his arms were holding me in place wrapping me together like Christmas ribbon. Reassuring my balance for me. How I've always needed this comfort and he's always been the one to provide. Sometimes I could collect my tears at the waterline and suck them back in and other times they would gather a riot down my face. Commotion breaking into a peaceful protest. "Shh, it's okay Embry." My intake and release of breath began to catch the walls of my throat producing moans. Wes continued to press a kiss on my head and somehow I felt safer then ever. Which lately was physically implausible.

Last winter my parents, older brother, and I took a vacation to Amsterdam for Christmas break since we have family in the villages there. While driving to the shops the tires on our vehicle could no longer grip the amount of ice on the roads and we had an accident. The crash killed my brother and father. Two of the people I loved the most were now nonexistent in my present nor future. My mother isn't exactly sane anymore. Our whole fiasco in Amsterdam has shredded her chances at normalcy and happiness. When I woke up from my coma Wes was at my bedside wiping the water stain from his cheeks that occurred due to unleashing the endless streams of pain inside him, before my eyes wrenched open in horror. Confusion swept over me. "Where's Dad and Evan?" The answer was most definitely not in my favor. I've tried to kill myself 11 times since. All unsuccessful due to Wes. I hate him, keeping me alive in such a lonely and hell worthy life. Yet I find room to love him with all my heart for all his devotion to me and for the comfort he implants in my misery.

I became a drug addict three weeks after coming out of my coma. It's been six months since they passed leaving me to my own devices. Oxycodon became this girls best friend. I feel bad that Wes has had to see me slumped on my floor, foaming at the mouth, slurring incoherent words, so many times, but I'm not strong or smart. Not sensible or even the least bit realistic. Suicide has been the only thing I can stomach for the past four months. If only I could succeed-

"Embry?" Dragged back to reality, I realized his shirt was now drenched in my black mascara filled tears. "I'm sorry." I pushed him away hands on chest, my eyes fluttered to his face. His heart was so fast as if it was yearning to lay with me and cry along to my wails. I placed my weight to my toes on attempt to grow to his height. I pressed my lips to his for a few seconds and drew back. His face went blank and i turned to walk away, but I didn't leave, not until, "Thank you." I reminded him I needed him.

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"Emerson-Embry Wells."  Ew Mr. Callahan was the worst, he always says my full name, with the worstttttt tone. I'm a straight A student could he not be so forceful and rude? I put in my fair share of effort. I glanced up from my notes to acknowledge him. "What are you doing?"
"My notes." What kind of question was that!
"We aren't on notes yet Ms. Wells."
Not my problem you're slower than it takes to form a whole other being in the womb. I would hate to see you pregnant.
"Yes, Mr. Callahan. I know, but I am. I have already read through chapter eleven to chapter seventeen. You're still on ten so I figured I should be more prepared and less unoccupied in your class." I tried to be very descriptive. His questions were seriously becoming troublesome. School was already living hell, who am I kidding no matter where I am it's hell. Mr. Callahan's face grew contorted with aggravation. Just then a hand pressed to my thy. I looked down, cheeks engulfed in flames. The fingers extended to my zipper and I blatantly gapped. I slid my eyes over to the host of these devilish moves. And there was Wes, sitting in the seat next to mine.

With a finger extended over his lips he looked from me to Mr. Callahan. Of course this whole indecent act was to get me to shut up and recant my challenge towards the teacher who couldn't actually Teach me anything I didn't already know. Nice. So I suppose if I don't do as Wes says I will not be staying quiet for long anyways. I began to open my mouth and just them is when I felt my button peel open and expose the lace to my undergarments.

"Dude what the literal fuck do you think your doing?"  I hissed through my teeth. Wes kept his goofy smirk plastered to his face. Why do these things happen to me?

"EMERSON!?" Mr. Callahan had the face of road kill. If he screams my name one more time I can assure you that he will have the life of one too. Absolutely over killed.

"Yes?" Play nice girl.
"Just pay attention."
"No problem." I reassured with my widest grin and the biggest fuel of hate laying in my chest.

K GUYS NEW STORY! I will try to every Monday! NO PROMISES I AM VERY DEVOTED TO MY EMPTY LIFE OF LAZY plus I need inspiration. Today's inspiration was my friends. My next chapters will be longer btw. It's just ya know currently 11:30 and I'm a pussy.... OKAY HOPE U ENJOY THIS IS MOSTLY PROLOGUE AND FILLER I will be having more background on Wes and Embry next chapter. ❤️❤️