My Prince Charming *Completed*

Chapter Eight: Cleo

A/N: Warning. This part deals with self harm. 

"Thanks for taking me home," I whispered while glancing at the large house in front of us.

"Of course," Gabriel softly said while giving my hand a small squeeze. "Are you sure you don't want me to come inside with you?"

Nodding, I wiped the fresh tears off of my eyes before looking over at him. "No. I'd like to be alone."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything okay?"

I slowly nodded before he pulled me into a strong hug, making my eyes tear up once again. When I pulled back I got out of his car before walking into the house. I wasn't even calling it my house anymore; it looked like I didn't deserve anything in my life. I didn't deserve friends, having a crush, or a place to stay. I should've just stayed in that stupid foster home. Maybe my life wouldn't be turning out like this.

After opening the front door, I slowly took my shoes off before starting to walk up the steps. "Cleo, is that you honey?" Stopping in my tracks, I turned around on the steps to see Noah walking in from the kitchen, a smile on his face. His smile immediately vanished when he saw my face. "What happened?" He all but yelled as he quickly climbed the steps to stand in front of me. He gently wiped more tears off of my face before I said,

"I thought Sebastian wanted me. Turned out he didn't." Noah's eyes were confused before I said, "He broke my heart. I don't deserve to have anything nice in my life. No one wants me."

"Oh honey," Noah said while wrapping his arms around my body. I buried my face into his chest while tears fell from my eyes at an alarming rate. "That is not true. I don't think you understand how much Wes and I absolutely love you." He pulled back slightly to smile at me before saying, "You're the daughter we've always wanted, that is something that will never change."

"What's going on?"

Looking up, I watched as Wes walked into the front door. He frowned when he looked at the tears falling down my cheeks, guilt all over his face. Why would he look guilty?"

"Sebastian," I quietly said while Noah ran his hand up and down my back.

"Broke your heart," Wes finished.

"How did you know?" I asked.

Wes hesitated for a moment, obviously hiding something. "Wes? What the hell is going on?" Noah angrily asked while he started walking down the stairs. I quickly followed behind him, staring up at the intimidating face of the man I was starting to connect to.

He hesitated a few more moments before he sighed and ran his hands over his face. "I told him to do it."

"What?" I asked. "Told him to do what?"

"I told him to break your heart."

My heart seemed to stop beating when he said that. No, he wouldn't do something like that. I... I thought he liked me. "Why the fuck would you do that?" Noah angrily asked while slapping his husband across the cheek. "You told that boy to break our daughter's heart? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I thought Cleo was too young to be getting so involved with someone. She's only sixteen, Sebastian is in college. She doesn't need to be dating someone with so much experience."

"And you thought you would just decide this on your own? Cleo isn't five Wes, she can make decisions on her own," Noah angrily said.

"Can you stop talking like I'm not in the room?" I all but yelled while glaring at Wes.