Crashing into new waves - a Wesley Stromberg/Emblem3 fanfic

Chapter 33 - Pain

 Melina POV

God, what is that sound? Can't you let a girl sleep? I groan and try to focus on drifting back to dream world.

I sigh happily thinking it got silent, but of course the sound returns, twice as loud this time. Come on!! What the hell is that?!

I listen to it for a moment and slowly a smile finds it way on my face. I recognize that sound. A warm feeling fills my entire body, it's Wes snoring. I open my eyes to see him holding me tightly against his bare chest. A big grin takes hold of my face, god I love that boy. I snuggle closer to him and butterflies emerge in my stomach when his grip automatically tightens around me. I let out a content breath and close my eyes again, this is somewhere I could stay forever. Can life get any more perfect?

My smile drops. No. My heart picks up pace when I remember last night. No. No. NO! Please tell me it was a dream,  tell me it was just a bad dream. Please, please tell me I wasn't rap-

My thoughts are cut off when I begin to get flashbacks from the guy and the way he was touching my body. Tears start falling down my cheek, it wasn't a dream. He found me. He ruined me. He-

"Melina?" I hear Wes asking quietly. I remain silent, remembering what happen prevents me from replying or turning to face him. He knows. I cannot talk about it. Not now.

"Babe, please look at me." Wes pleads, his tone worried.

I gently shake my head against his chest while more tears begin flow. He immediately reacts to this, he pushes me lightly away from him and gently cups my face. I keep my gaze away from his eyes. "Babe, please. Please don't cry. Everything is okay, you're safe now." His voice is in so much pain, it makes me even more emotional. Wes begins to kiss all my falling tears in order to stop them but there's no use, I cannot forget, I cannot not feel the pain the guy caused me.

The image of him taking advantage of me does it, I begin to cry hysterically. I cannot hold the pain in. Wes quickly pulls me into him and tries to calm me down by rubbing my back. I wrap my hands around him like my life depends on it and just cry, cry of what happened last night, what happened in the forest, what happened to my mom and what happened to Aliisa. I hate my life. I hate it. There's just too much ache in my heart. It feels like there's nothing left but pain.

Wes POV

It's been an hour since I woke up to Melina sobbing against my chest. It's literally breaking my heart to see her so hurt! I don't know how to help her! I'd give my left arm if that would take the pain away and reverse everything. At least she fell asleep a little while ago, well technically she cried herself asleep but still, it will give her a small break from everything.

Oh shit balls, I think I should call someone to let them know I'm not coming to studio. They are probably freaking out already, no one knows where I am. I gently place Melina on the other side of the bed without waking her up.

When I exit the bedroom I realize I'm still on my boxer and I'm in Mike's flat. I should wear something on top of this. Oh screw it, I don't give a shit. I needed to come here as fast as I could so if Mike has a problem with it, he can just suck it.

Mike is sitting on the couch zoned out, he doesn't even hear me walking in the room. I go stand next to him and try gain his attention. "Mike."

He gets startled by my presence. He looks at me surprised, his eyes are red and puffy . He's been crying, a lot. "Oh Wes. She asleep?" He sounds so tired with his hoarse voice. Did he even sleep last night?

"Yeah. Could I use your phone? I lost mine on the way here." It feels so weird being here and in this position with Mike. If you told me couple months ago I'd be in Mike's flat, in my boxers on top of it all, and he's not trying killing me, I would have send you to a mental hospital.