Head over Heels - A Wesley Stromberg ( Emblem3 ) Fanfic

Chapter 35

I stood up, staring down at him in shock as I stepped back. He laughed nervously, shaking his head at me, "what?" He lifted his body, standing tall above me as I quickly looked over at my mother. I looked back up at him as he followed the direction I was looking in, noticing my mom lost in conversation with Dakota. His face softened and lips parted as he covered his mouth with one hand. He looked back at me before hesitantly asking, "Jenn?" I just stared at him, unsure of what to do or say. Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back and I looked up to see my mom beside me, her face full of different emotions. "Jenn, go sit down honey, I'll be back over in a minute," her voice was shaky as I looked back up at my father, walking back over to the girls. I looked down at the floor and placed a hand over my mouth before looking up at the curious eyes of the girls.

* Lucy's POV *

"What are you doing here?," he asked, looking over at our daughters. "What are YOU doing here John? I thought you were still living in New York," I whispered, pulling him over to the side. "I moved around; business reasons. I moved to Texas for a few years, then I moved back to New York and I've been living here in California for about 2 years," he explained as he stared so deeply into my eyes. "I, uh, I moved here last year because I got promoted," I told him, clearing my throat. "You haven't aged a bit," he whispered before looking over at our daughters, "and wow, they've gotten so big." I scoffed at him, "yeah, that's what happens in 18 years." He looked back over to me, his face suddenly full of sorrow, "Lucy, I'm so sorry-." "Don't apologize to me. The two people you should be apologizing to is our daughters. Do you realize how hard it was for me to raise two children of my own? At 19 years old? It was really difficult, John. All the disgusted looks I used to receive, all the comments people gave me, and you weren't there to help," I gave him a nasty look as he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. I moved closer to him, bringing my face just inches from his, "you're disgusting. I prayed my daughters would never see you again." He dropped his head, looking down at his hands. "Yeah, you feel like shit, don't you? Now you know how I felt 16 years ago when you left me."

* Jennifer's POV *

"Who is that?," Emily asked me, looking over at him. I looked over at her, saddened by the fact that she has no idea what her own father looks like, "Emily, that's our father." Her vision quickly met mine, her eyes widening, "what did you just say?" "That's your dad?," Taylor gasped as I looked over at her and nodded, placing my face in the palms of my hands. I didn't know how to feel at the moment. I wasn't sure if I should be happy, sad, or angry. Or even all three. Every noise around me seemed to disappear as I looked back over my shoulder to my parents. It felt weird saying 'my parents' and seeing them together felt even more weird. I noticed he looked sad while she seemed like she was yelling at him. I wondered what she was telling him before I heard my name being called, "hello? Jenn?" I looked over to see Dakota waving her hand in my face. "What happened? Like, how did you know it was him?," she asked curiously as I looked down at my hands, "w-when I was getting the napkins, he bumped into me and I dropped them. He helped me pick them up and then I realized he was my dad." I just noticed I never told any of them that I saw him at Starbucks, but I couldn't even think straight at the moment. Suddenly I heard fast footsteps and I looked over to see my mom walking over to us, a hand placed on her forehead. I leaned forward to see behind her, making eye contact with my father. He just stared at us before slowly walking away, looking back occasionally. I then turned to my mom, noticing her cheeks were a deep red. Whenever she gets angry or upset, her cheeks get that color and I asked her, "that's it? It's over? We're never seeing him again?" She was staring at him as she answered, "I'm seeing him tomorrow so we could talk more." Her vision flickered in my direction, "but I don't want you near him, do you hear me?" I narrowed my eyes at her, furrowing my eyebrows, "are you kidding? I haven't seen him in 16 years. What if I wanted to talk to him?" "No!," she raised her voice, loud enough for a few unfamiliar eyes to look in our direction. "He's MY father. I'm going to talk to him if I want to whether you want me to or not," I growled through clenched teeth, poking my finger harshly against my chest. Her breathing quickened as she leaned closer towards me, gripping the table tightly and lowered her voice, "Jenn, if you talk to him, so help me god I will make sure you never see Wes again." I leaned back, my lips parting slightly. I stood up, pressing my hands against the table, "fuck you," I spat, walking away. I found the nearest bathroom, quickly stepping inside as tears clouded my vision. I walked into an empty stall and closed the door, leaning my back against it. I lowered my head into my hands, my body shaking. I heard my name being called distantly and it sounded like Aubrey, "Jenn, are you in here?" Her voice echoed through the bathroom as I stepped out and her eyes met mine. "Awe Jenn," she whispered as my body fell into hers and I cried into her shoulder. She rubbed my back comfortingly, whispering in my ear, "it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." Honestly, I wasn't sure why I was crying. I guess I was too overwhelmed with the idea that I finally saw my father after 16 years and with my mom saying I couldn't see him stressed me out. "You'll see him," she assured me, "this is a lot for your mom too, she'll give in." I pulled away from her embrace and looked at her as she cupped my face with her hands. She wiped away any escaped tears with her thumbs before offering a weak smile. "Come on, lets go," she locked our elbows together before walking me back over to the others.

The ride home was full of tension as no one spoke a word. I sat in the back seat, letting my sister sit in the front. I texted Wes letting him know I was coming over in a little while. I didn't want to be home at the moment and he's the only person I wanted to see.

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Hello beautiful readers ! Once again this is a short chapter I'm very sorry , but I promise the next one will be longer (: here's next chapter and I hope you all liked it! COMMENT AND VOTE (:

Xoxo -Jenn;*