Damaged Goods

Anger

WESLEY'S POV

I woke up and and the light was shining through my bedroom window. I squinted my eyes and looked around my room. everything was as I left if when I went to sleep whenever that was. I don't know how much time has passed. I looked at my phone on the nightstand and I saw that I had been sleeping for roughly 17 hours. Holy fuck, that'll screw up my patterns now.

I got up and went to the door. I walked down the hallway passed Keaton and Mara's rooms. I walked down the stairs and turned the corner and made my way to the kitchen. I saw Mara, Drew and Keaton sitting at the table. Mara made eye contact with me and then snarled at my presence. I looked away quickly and went to the kitchen cupboard. U pulled out a bowl and some cereal.

"How was your freakishly long sleep?" Drew asked chuckling.

"It was fine." I not turning around. I didn't want to see Mara's face of disapproval towards me.

"Why were you sleeping for so long?" He asked out of curiosity. 

"Um.. I was tired. I didn't sleep much the night before." I lied. If he knew I still had sleeping pills, he would kill me. It has something to do with the medication I'm on now for my anger. It fucks with them or something and Drew made it clear that I shouldn't mix them. He's like my big brother.

"I see.." He said turning his attention back to his phone. I take my cereal back up to my room because I knew my presence wasn't wanted and I didn't want to overstay my welcome.

"Wes!" Drew called.

"What!" I yell back.

"Come sit with the family. We haven't seen you in forever." He said. I scoffed at his request.

"Doesn't feel like much of a family anymore." I yelled back and I continued back to my room. It doesn't feel like a family anymore. It's all about Mara and what Mara wants. No one else matters. 

I'm trying really hard to conceal my anger right now. 

And it's not fucking working.

DREW'S POV

I wondered if Wesley was okay. I know he's having a rough time with Mara's memory loss. I'm hoping her memory will come back because to be honest, she's being a bit of a brat right now. 

"What's his problem?" Mara asked with a disgusted look on his face.

"He's just having a bad day." I said looking at her.

"Pfft. He didn't get kidnapped now did he? He's such a spazz." She said. I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Quit acting like that. It's so annoying. We need to get you new meds. These ones are fucking with your mood." I said annoyed as hell.

"Why do you care about him more than me? I'm your sister and he's your friend. Who matters most here?" She asked crossing her arms.

"That doesn't matter. I care about you both. When he relapses, it's not the same as when you relapse. It's completely different. I've seen it and it's not pretty." I assured her.

"Why? What's wrong with him?" she asked with fake sympathy in her voice.

"If he wants to tell you that than he can. It's not my place to tell you." I said.

"I will never talk to him. Ever." She said in a sassy tone.

"Whatever, then I guess you'll never know now will you?" I said as I walked to the stairs. I walked down the hallway and approached Wesley's door. I hesitated before knocking.