Cassidy Winters is bullied by Calum Hood, the popular guy in high school. Everyone loves and admires him expect for Cassidy, she despises him. Someone forced Cassidy and Calum to talk things out. Then one day, he acts differently to her.
Why is he a...
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xxxviii | worried
Silently waiting in front of the school, I sat down on the main entrance stairs, wrapping Sherry in a blanket, we were both shivering. The moon peeked over through the clouds, the wind shook the trees, and the sounds of cars driving by all hit me.
I didn't need time to process what happened, my dad kicking me because I was rebelling against him, he would probably except for me to go cry to him, assuming I cant survive on my own. But I won't take back what I said. However, what I can't process was what happened before he had kicked me out. What happened after Nirvana dropped me home. My dad has been abusing my mom. For how long? The way she tries not to push him so he won't explode more. It had to happen more than what it did today.
"Cassidy?"
The low voice blocked out my thoughts, looking up, I see Wesley. He had changed from a nice attire to his comfy clothes, joggers, and a T-shirt. His face was concerned, worried. He didn't need to ask me what was wrong to make these tears fall. I jumped towards Wesley and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Just being held by him, it made me feel safe. As he caresses the back of my head, the whispers comforting words spoken in my ears helped me relaxed and become less shaken. Wesley pulls back, pecking me in the head before he grabs my things, "Come on. Let's go."
Nodding, I carried Sherry and made our way to his car. As we approached, I see Angelina in the front seat, talking with someone on the phone. Wesley opens the trunk, placing my things in there as I sat in the back seat. Angelina fails to notice my presence until I opened the door, "I don't care what you want me to do because I'm not going to do it, either you do it yourself or not. You're wasting my time, jackass. Bye."
Angelina shuffles, turning around to see me, petting Sherry, "How are you, sweetie?"
I shook my head and held Sherry in my arms, starting to cry in her fur. Wesley drives his car, he goes to an unknown direction. My eyes started to drift off, eventually, my body started to relax and I knew I was going to fall asleep. When I woke, I was facing a wall with a dresser, sitting up, I saw I was asleep in a bedroom and Sherry was with me. My bags were in a corner of the room, two doors led to a bathroom and a close. The door cracks open silently, revealing it to be Wesley poking his head, "Hey."
"Hey, where am I?"
"You're in my guest room," says Wesley, entering the room and closing the door behind him.
"I'm at your house? Do your parents know about this? Where are they -"
"Woah, slow down, "Wesley tells me as he cut me off, closing the door behind him and sitting in front of me, "My parents said it's okay for now. Although, we'll have to talk in the morning.",
I make an 'O' with my lips and looked down at my hands.
"It's three, you need your sleep," Wesley says as he gets up from the bed, already turning around to make his way out of the room, but I grab his hand to stop him.
