for you; || c.gallagher

twentyfour;

( this chapter includes very descriptive language about scars and like gross stuff so it may be triggering to some people just a warning and also if you get sick over blood and stuff easily this might not be for you (it doesn't have actual blood in the chapter tho but like still if you do get queasy easy I would skip over a little) )

I couldn't believe how shitty this hospital was. They were releasing me a day after I had just woken up and letting me leave with a complete stranger? Bull shit.
We continued through the city in total silence. I would have found my own way home if I really hadn't trusted this man. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, and I know I did. He obviously knew me too, since he came and picked me up.
"How do you feel?" Wesley asked me as I sat still in the passenger seat of his Jeep.
"Fine."
"Do you remember who I am?" he asked. I looked over at him, my gaze boring into his emerald green eyes. I feel like I'd known him for years.
"No. Now can you please explain where you're taking me and why?" I said more aggressively than I meant it to be. He shrugged.
"We're going back to my place. And to answer the second question, I know you have no family. Who else was going to take you?" My eyes widened. How the hell does he know about that?
"Who the fuck are you?" I questioned. He kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes trained on the road.
"I promise I'll explain when we get to my place."
"But how-"
He looked over at me and placed his hand on top of mine.
"Everything will make sense. I promise."
I removed my hand from under his and set it in my lap, looking out the window as the landscape and city was zooming past. I tried pushing all the uncomfortable feelings pitting in my stomach to the side, but I couldn't. How did I even get here? Why am I with this stranger?
"Let me out."
"What?" He glanced away from the road at me with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Let me out." I repeated, I felt my fists clench and unclench while I was trying to stay calm.
Wesley removed one hand off the wheel and gestured to the street. "I can't just leave you here," he said trying to reason with me.
"Let me out!" I yelled. I could see his eyes widened even though he didn't stop looking at the road.
"Let me take you to my house, and if you want to leave then you can leave." I sighed heavily. Should I even get in the house with this complete stranger? What if he was kidnapping me? I thought about it for a moment longer, until he started turning into an alley.
"What are you doing?" I asked, panicking.
Wesley chuckled a deep chuckle that shook his whole body. "This is where I live."
I looked up to see many apartments, the fire escape ladders reaching feet above the roof of the car. I guess I didn't really have a choice now. He pulled into a parking spot outside of what I assumed to be an entrance to the building. He turned the keys and the car stopped humming.
"Do you need any help?" he asked as he leaned over to me. I didn't make eye contact.
"No. I'm fine."
He sighed, opened his door and got out of the car. I sat for a moment, then followed in his actions. As soon as I opened the door the harsh fall air hit me immediately and I quickly made up my mind that I would go inside. I stood up and felt like I was about to pass out, my body felt all tingly and my vision turned white. I bent over and took deep breaths, and heard footsteps rushing towards me.
"Before you piss me off, don't even think of asking if I'm OK or if I need help," I stated, still bent over.
He jangled his car keys. "Whatever you say."

We made it up into his apartment, which was definitely better on the inside than the outside. It was pretty simple but it had a living room with a comfy black sofa with a flat screen tv. Thats basically all I knew. I was lounging and eating some Doritos on the couch while watching cartoons. Wesley was in a lazy boy scrolling on his phone. I started to get goosebumps from the cold air inside, even though the heater was on.
"Do you have any clothes I can borrow? Like sweats or something?" I asked. Sitting in silence for the past half an hour started to make me feel more comfortable. He looked up from his phone and nodded.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go get something," he said as he got up and headed down the wood floor hallway. I continued to eat Doritos and smirked up at the cartoons when something funny happened. He came back about a minute later with a pair of grey sweatpants and a red hoodie with a tiny nike logo on the upper left side. He also gave me a pair of white tall nike socks.
"Here, the bathroom is the first door on the right." He smiled and went back to sitting in the chair.
"Okay, thanks." I sat up and made my way to the bathroom. I led myself into the cold and dark space and shut the door behind me. I turned on the light, and started to take off my shirt. As I was taking it off, I glanced up at the mirror, and goosebumps spread across my body. It wasn't from the cold, though. I dropped my shirt to there floor and covered my mouth with both of my hands to keep me from screaming. I didn't even recognize who was in that mirror, I thought someone else was in the room with me. I had scars all over my body, deep, deep scars. Some of them looked like scars from stitches, those were easy to see. I had to get stitches on my leg when I cut it on my bike as a kid. I knew what those looked like. But the jagged scars, the scars that looked like something had stabbed into my body, that wasn't something I'd seen before. I wasn't stabbed... I knew that. I was involved in a hit and run. My bones. They were probably broken...protruding...I couldn't think about it anymore, I felt like I was going to puke. But I couldn't stop looking at them, all lover my body, my ribs, my arms, my hands. How did I not see those before? Then I looked up at my face. I wish I hadn't; I broke out in tears. My hair was half shaved, and a deep scar ran from the center of my scalp all the way to the back of my head. For the half that wasn't shaved, it was matted and knotted together to a point where it was one huge knot. I tried running my fingers through it but I couldn't even get my fingers in my hair. My face was so pale, I looked like I was looking at my ghost. My cheekbones and collar bones were so defined I not only looked like a ghost, but also a walking skeleton. And my eyes, the bags underneath them were bigger than I'd ever seen before. I felt hot tears running down my body, and I let a sob out through the one hand on my mouth.
"Eliana?" I heard Wesley call from the other room. Wesley. I was with him all this time, I never knew what I looked like. I hadn't even seen a mirror since I woke up. I didn't even understand how I didn't notice it, it made no sense.
"Eliana? Are you okay?" He asked as he knocked on the door frantically. I could only sob in return.
"Please open the door," he told me. I couldn't take my eyes off myself. I shook my head without breaking contact from the mirror.
"What happened to me?" I choked out through sobs, but my words only came out in a barrel audible whisper.
"If you don't open the door I'm going to do it myself," he said trying to sound stern, but his voice was leaking with concern. After I didn't respond, a few seconds later I heard what sounded like a key being stuck into the door nob. I still couldn't look away, and my sobs began to make my whole body shake. The door opened, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the door open and Wesley entered. He saw me in my state, and quickly grabbed the sides of my face with his hands and turned my to face him. My eyes broke from mine reflected in the mirror, and I was staring right into his emerald green ones. I blinked a few times before I broke from the spell, and realized what was happening. I was standing in this strangers bathroom, staring into his eyes, while I had neither a shirt or bra on. My arms were covering my chest since my hands were on my mouth still, which I moved down to cover my neck. I dipped my head down and looked at the floor, feeling embarrassed. Wesley picked up on what I was feeling and bent down quickly to hand me the hoodie. He put it over my head and when it was over my body I stuck my arms through the holes.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly. I sniffled and nodded.
"Yeah. I guess I am." He nodded in reply, and left me to finish changing.
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Holy shit I'm back. Ok so I'm actually going to be doing my best in updating because now I'm just tryna get this story done for you guys. Sorry I've been gone for literally 3 and probably almost 4 months. My mental health has been a lil zoinks lately and that obviously has to come first before anything. BUT anyways, hope you enjoyed this! It's a lil sad and gruesome but o well. Also so somewhere I'm more active is my Instagram if u wanna follow me I post edits n stuff and ngl they're not too bad so go follow me @pizzad3mon and only spooky black fans will get that tbh ANYWAYS I LOVE U GUYS SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ALL MY BULLSHIT!!!!❤️❤️❤️