Vodka // Wesley Tucker

Chapter 3

My hand lightly touched Wes's knee as breakfast went on and Dakota's eyes never left me. I became so uncomfortable with his dark eyes almost drilling into me even as people spoke to him. Wes looked at me and I  gave him a look that basically screamed 'im uncomfortable please help', I don't think he understood until my eyes quickly glanced to Dakota and thats when Wes noticed the way his eyes were filled with a passion that you wouldn't have for someone you supposedly just met.

" Um Dakota, are you good man?" Wes said causing Dakota to tear his gaze from me and a devilish smirk to appear on his lips.

"Yeah, just wondering where you found such a beautiful girl with such beautiful-" The sound of my chair cut him off as I stood abruptly and quickly walked from the table and out of the dining hall. I heard a faint 'wait' as I found myself lost in a sea of fangirls that had recognized the voice calling. The elevator dinged and I pressed the button for the floor I was staying on and ran to my room slamming the door shut and shakily falling to the floor. Boy did I wish I didn't waste all that vodka last night with Wesley.

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After sitting in my own tears for about 10 minutes, I hear someone approach the other side of the door. I take in a deep breath and hold it so the unknown person would think I wasn't there.

"Violet.." A familiar voice spoke, the voice of the same kid that lay sprawled on my bed earlier this morning. I didn't budge.

"Violet, open the door. Its just me, Wes, just incase you didn't know. I just want to talk" His soft and sincere voice attracted me in a way and soon enough I found myself eye level to the peep hole of the hotel door and my hand wrapping around the knob. I slowly turned the knob revealing Wes's mesmerizing feautures and a light haired boy hiding behind him. I stepped aside to let the two boys enter my wrecked hotel room that stunk of drunken antics from the night before.

My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was tear stained, my curls were disheveled from pulling at them in defeat. Both boys sat at the edge of my bed as I stood in front of them, my arms crossed lazily on my stomach. Wes reached for my hand pulling me towards the bed to sit. I took a deep breath knowing I was about to tell a boy I got drunk with last night and his friend that I don't know the name of why I was afraid and evidently uncomfortable around a boy that I was supposed to just be meeting.

"Dakota. When I was about 13, my mom had finally starting dating again after my dad left us. She met this man, very nice man, was very kind to me and my older brother. They dated for a few months before he brought his son around. His son being Dakota. Dakota was nice at first, quiet, kind of awkward. He had a tick, something I didn't understand fully at my age and my mom had told me about it before we met him. I accepted it, accepted he was a bit different. We became close, being as we were around the same age, him being a bit younger. Our parents eventually got married, he became my step brother, I got older and started to... well develop. My brother finished high school and left for college, so it was just me and Kota in the house with our parents. The first time it happened, our parents left for the weekend, I was about 15, Dakota was 13. I was in the shower when I heard the door open, figuring it was Dakota, I ignored it, he always went into the bathroom for nonsense. That was until he.. he.." I paused, overwhelmed about the story. Retelling this story makes me hate the boy even more. I fidgeted with my hands a bit, trying to calm my nerves as Wes's hand lightly touched my back in an encouraging way.

"He opened the curtain, I screamed attempting to cover myself as his eyes scanned my bare skin. He yelled at me to get out, I was scared, even though he was younger, his anger sent shivers down my spine. I obliged to his commands, stepping out as he moved my hands from my skin dragging me to his room. He pushed me onto his bed and he started... " I couldn't finish, my eyes welled up with tears and my hands trembled, my legs shook against the two boys next to me. A small cry left my lips as the events just flashed through my memory. I was honestly terrified that he remembered me and even more terrified that he can find me.

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A.N// I'm sorry it's so trash and it's so late. I've been so busy but I'm trying to write more frequently. I hope you guys are enjoying this so far. Please vote/ comment tell me what you like. Give me feedback on anything.

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