His Possession

Chapter 23

Wesley's P.O.V

I stood there in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot. I didn't get a chance to tell him a thing. Fuck! What was going to happen to Steph now? Without wasting another second I ran towards my car got in and drove to Emma's house. I knocked on her door. When the door was opened I was surprised to see her in the state she was. There were bags under her eyes, her eyes were swollen and red as if she'd been crying. Her hair was a mess. When I entered the house it was in total ruins. There were beer bottles strewn all over the floor, the kitchen was filled

with half-eaten pizza boxes. There were clothes Cheetos spilt all over the house. She was a wreck. I didn't know how I was going to tell her that instead of helping her sister out I fucked it up for her even more.

I started to clean up the entire house while she sat on the couch and cried. After around 30 mins I was finally done. I sat never to her and we were just talking when her phone rang, it was Steph that's weird she never calls. Fuck! it must be Ralph. "No please don't I'm sorry I'll tell him to stay away please don't she'll hate me for the rest of u life I can't have that. I'm sorry I'll do anything you say just don't tell her, please. I swear I'll do anything you say." Shit, I just put Ashley on stake for my stupidity. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a tight slap across my face. Ashley was crying, "Bastard when the duck were you going to tell me about the shit you pulled off?! She could have lost her life because of your fuckal mistake!" "I'm sorry" was all I could say. "Oh, no, you're sorry?!" I looked down not having the courage I make eye contact, "Stay out of her life from today you here me! Nothing, not even a hi or anything. You will stay the fuck out of her life. Now get the fuck out of her house," Before I could respond I was being thrown out of her house. Damn, I fucked this up for them more than Ralph could himself. I walked home, it was a long and stressful walk I couldn't stop thinking of Steph and what she would be going through. I reached home changed and got into bed. I couldn't sleep the entire night thinking of what will be happening to Steph. After an hour or two I decided to go check up on her. I checked the time it was 3 I knew I was late but I couldn't stop myself. I quickly changed into a shirt and tracks and started driving to Ralph's house.

The entire drive I was only thinking of how much worse it would be for her right now. I felt so shit about myself, I was so mad for being so foolish, it was my fault she got into this in the first place. I finally reached his house at 345. I was still contemplating if I should enter or not. By the time I decided it was 4.15 a.m. I quickly hurried out and knocked on the door, surprisingly it was opened In seconds by Ralph who was panting, that meant that he was still beating Stephanie. How could I have let this happen?! "You Ce to stare at me or you needed something?" His voice brought me back to earth. "Uh... I was..um.... here to... Ummm.... say that... I was" before I could complete the sentence he cut me off, "Talk properly and clearly!" His time was calm a bit too calm. "I was here to beg for your forgiveness and beg you to not get Steph in any way it isn't her fault it is all mine. Please don't punish her for my mistakes." "If that is what you came to tell me then you're late and it is her fucking fault to let you in and talk to you behind my back. Now if you don't mind get the fuck out of my house." He slammed the door and my face. Shit, I really fucked up This time. She was going to hate me both of them are. I quietly drove back home.
I reached home and Drank 5 bottles of beer. While walking on the stairs I slipped and fell all the way down. I was so tired I climbed onto the couch switched the air conditioner on and passed out right there. I was woken up in the morning by a pounding headache. I didn't even feel like getting off the couch I just stayed there. I didn't even realise when I fell asleep. I woke up again at around 3 in the afternoon, I finally could get up and get myself a painkiller. I cooked myself a delicious meal and I ate it in silence. While eating it hit me that Steph was still going to be in trouble because of me. I tried calling her but no answer the first 2 times. The third time the phone was picked up by Ralph, "What the fuck do you want?" His voice was laced with anger and hatred, "Nothing, I just wanted to see if Steph was doing okay." "She is doing perfectly fine thanks." With that, he slammed the phone down. Did I make a mistake by calling? Shit, I think I did!
Author's note
Hey guys sorry for the late updates it's just I have a lot going on in my life rn. School assignments are due, I have a MUN coming up so I'm preparing for it plus I have squash tournaments going on so please forgive me for the late updates.