But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 21: What Did I Miss?

Wes' POV

Summer grabbed my face and smashed her lips against mine; acting on instinct, I snaked my arms around her waist and gently pulled her closer. Our kiss was full of passion and desire.

"I missed you so much!" Summer says as she pulls away and looks into my eyes. Her eyes are glistening from the tears that are spilling out. I use my thumb to wipe away the ones that are trailing down her cheeks.

"So, what's been going on? What are the boys up to? Have they invented flying cars yet?" I give her a wink as I tease.

She lets out her small adorable giggle, "You've been knocked out for like, 2 days."

I lean in to peck her lips again when I hear, "WESLEY!"

I turn my head and see Keaton and Drew fully sprinting across the room. They leap on top of Summer and I, causing a sharp pain to erupt from my abdomen.

"Fuck!" I curse. Everyone leaps off of me at lightning speed. I squeeze my eyes shut, as I will the pain to stop; when I open them again, I see Summer looking at me as if she has never seen me before. She has a look of fear; her hands are up to her face, her fingertips barely grazing her rosy lips. She is scared to touch me.

"I--I'm sorry." She apologizes.

"No, no. You didn't mean to. I'm fine now. I'm just a bit sore." I give her a smile to try and prove to her that I'm telling the truth. " Come here."

I hold my arms out, welcoming a hug from her and she comes closer. I give her a small kiss on the top of head.

"Alright, I got you boys some cloth-- WESLEY!" My mother walks through the door and just about has a heart attack. She drops everything she was holding and all but sprints towards me.

Summer awkwardly squirms out of my arms. "Well I should, uh, go..." She gestures to her dad to come and help her up.

"Wait, wait; where are you going? Why don't you stay?" I grab a gentle hold on her arm.

"Uh..." Summer nervously bites her lip and glances at my mother; as if looking for her approval. "I think it would be best if I go. I still haven't called mum yet."

She pries her arm from my light grip and makes her way out the door (with her dad supporting her as she walked).

I swear I hear my mother mutter under her breath, "and stay away bitch..." She wouldn't say that though...right?

Summer's POV

I breathe a sigh of relieve as soon as I am out of Wesley's room and the door is shut behind me. That tension between Laraine and I was unbearable. I swear; if looks could kill, I would've died at least 13 times. I'm so glad I had a reasonable excuse to get out of there; I really didn't want Wes to make me stay.

"Hun? Did you hear me?" My dad's voice pulls me from my inner monologue.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you wanted to borrow my phone to call your mum."

"Oh yeah, thanks." I take the phone from his hands and begin to scroll through his contacts to find her.

"I'll leave you to it." He gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze and then slips out of my room.

The phone picks up.

"Ryan, I can't give you anymore money at the moment. Things are very stressful right now..."

"What?" What the fuck? What money? Isn't dad supposed to be paying mum child support until I'm 18? If I recall, I'm only 17...

"Who is this?" My mum asked back.

"Summer..." I say slowly still confused about the whole money thing. "Mum, why are you giving dad money?"

"How are you?" My mother asks changing the subject.

"Fine. I'm hospital cause of a car accident. Now tell me why you are sending dad money; aren't we supposed to be on a budget?" I just blurt out in one go. I just want to know more about this money soliciting that is going on behind my back.

"What?! You're in the hospital? What the hell happened?" Gosh, my mother is always focusing on the wrong thing here.

"I said I'm fine. Wes was in a coma for like 2 days and I was knocked out for a little while, but I'm fine. I'll probably be on crutches for a couple months or so and Wes has a punctured stomach or something. Now tell me what you are doing sending dad money!"

"Jesus Christ. Who is Wes? Who was driving? Put your father on the phone!"

"Mum!" I yell, "Listen to what I am asking you! Why the fuck are you sending dad money?!" I am absolutely livid at this point.

I hear mum sigh; she knows that I won't drop this. "I'm sending your dad money because your dad was fired from his job and I didn't want you going there while he lived in a box or something." What? Where has dad been then? Hasn't he been going to work?

"But... Dad has been going to work. He has told me he has a lot of meetings and stuff to go to. He hasn't been home much."

"What? No... He lost his job about 8 weeks before you went to see him." Looks like both of us have been played like musical instruments.

"Mum, why would you send him money though? Don't you think that would be a kick in the pants for him to start working harder and really picking a career path that he enjoys?" I pry an answer out of my mother when the door opens and dad sticks his head in.

"I, uh, I'll talk to you later mum." I click the phone of and turn to face my dad.

"Everything alright in here?" He asks. Yeah... just peachy.

"Why are you taking money from mum?"

He just stands there like a stunned mullet. "Uh... What are you talking about?" Oh, don't play stupid with me.

"Why did you tell mum that you got fired? You've been going to work." I scan my eyes all over his face looking for an answer.

"I was just a little short one week paying the bills; so I asked your mum if she could just help me out. She was very helpful in that regard and then I thought that I would be able to save a few bucks if she kept paying them. So I told her I lost my job..." Dad looks at his feet and begins to rock back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

I feel my rage begins to boil. I want to both break down in tears and punch him in the face. How dare he lie to my mother like that! He's always had the higher paying job than mum, she has done amazing to provide for me after he left. How dare he rob her of her hard earned savings.

I shut my eyes. I can't even look at him. I turn my head away and I feel salty tears streak my cheeks. "Get out."

"What?"

"YOU HEARD ME! I SAID GET OUT!" I whip my head around and shoot him down with a death glare.

"Alright, alright. I'm going." He puts his hands up as surrender and begins walk out of the door. "I love you."

"Don't." I whisper. My eyes full of not yet shed tears.

I crumple onto my hospital bed. I let it all out. I still have dad's phone in my hand. I sit up, look at it, then peg it against the wall and watched it shatter. I want to go the fuck home.

Oooooooh. What a twist. Such drama. Comment, Vote, whatever else there is :*