Forgotten Life

Chapter 8

I couldn't stay mad at Wes, only because he was too weak to do anything for himself. David helped him with whatever he could. When David or Michael weren't home i had to help him. He always told me how awful he felt, that this should be the other way around. I kept reminding him, who went out by himself. It was weird not going to school and being with him the whole day. I was getting used to feeling him, feeling his hot tan muscle skin every five minutes. This was very weird for me. I tried the best I could to help him out as much as could, I always felt like I was doing something wrong.

"Chase, you're doing fine. Stop tensing up every time you touch me. Touch me, nothing will happen."

"Wes, you don't know. I could be killing you right now. You never know, your bandages could be on too tight and it could be stoping your blood flow. Don't blame me."

"I blame you for being afraid to touch me. That's what I blame you for. You're afraid to touch me because of what David and Michael said to you. Just because I didn't seem awake doesn't mean I wasn't awake. I can still hear you know."

"You heard all of that? I... I didn't..don't want to get them mad. I don't know what they will do." I replied sheepishly. I was scared, this conversation in going to a place where I don't want it to go.

"Just say it Chase! Ask me the question!" He yelled at me, and I flinched.

"You're a fallen. Wes, why didn't you tell me. Your boss killed my mom and dad! And you can just act like you didn't know! I remember you being there! I saw you, you sat next to me while my mother shot herself! She'd rather be dead than be with you people! Why?" I sat down in the chair as a tear fell down my cheek. He said nothing, he sat there and looked at the bed.

"Your mother wasn't our target. She got in the way of it. You'd be very angry at me if I told you the target but I want this to end." I turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look on my face.

"What do you want to end?" I asked him, where is this leading towards?

"I want us to end!" he screamed at me and stood up from my bed. I got startled and landing on the floor. I looked up at him as he took the bandages off of his body. I slowly put my hand on my mouth. Everything was fine, no scars, blood, bruises, nothing was there?

"What are you talking about?" I asked him in a hush voice.

"Don't you get it! You were and are our target! I'm here to take you with us because we need your body for our plan! I was supposed to fall in love with you and take you to Downtown Appomattox, because that's our place. Its the fallen's place!" then it was over. I screamed as loud as I could before Wes punched me hard enough to knock me unconscious.