Not Just Once Wesley Stromberg

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

"Layla?" my moms voice was heard searching through the hallways. I hadn't been down stairs in 2 days. I didn't want to see anyone. Not Luna, not my mom, and definitely not Mark. My moms wedding was coming up in a few days and this was even more pressure.

"Honey," she knocked on my door. I was curled up in a ball hugging my pillow, staring into nothing.

"Lay hun, you can't just stay in your room every day...I know I was harsh on you but you were starting to get out of control," she opened the door and crossed her arms. I didn't say anything and stayed silent.

"You have to at least talk to him. How do you know if he is a good guy or not? You didn't even give him a shot," my mom touched my leg and I moved away.

"Can I see my phone?" I needed to show her the pictures of Mark with that suspicious women.

"You are still grounded for your behavior."

I just kept my mouth shut because I knew whatever I said, she would keep sticking up for Mark. Turning away, I tried to stop he tears from repeatedly falling out of my eyes.

"Fine. If you don't want to talk, then stay in here and don't come out till I tell you," she got up and began walking towards the door.

"Planned on it," I replied as she slammed it.

I threw the pillow onto the floor and stood up. I didn't want to be here anymore. Everything was going wrong at once and I could do nothing to stop it. I grabbed some money leftover from my job, and put my small backpack on.

I wasn't running away forever, I was just doing it until I could calm down from these things. At max, 2 days, MAX.

I opened the window and made sure I had my phone and charger with me and of course, phone.

I hopped out, and went to the lowest part of the roof, jumping onto a patch of dirt below. Then, I began walking, going to the nearest gas station which is the one I used to work at.

"I'm done," I trembled, grabbing a Gatorade and heading to the register. I had $550 on me. I had to be careful.

"Layla? Hey, hows it goin'?" my old co-worker asked.

"It's all right," I replied. He was the nicest guy that worked here.

"Thats good! Well that will be $5.00."

I handed him the cash and smiled while walking out the door. As it was dark, and I was waking down the road, a car began trailing behind me. I sped up and tried to get away from it. But then, I realized who it was. I didn't say anything. I was just irritated that he he would confront me like this.

"Layla what are you doing? Get in the car, it's dangerous out here," Wesley rolled down his window. His headlights bright. I kept quiet. Out of all that was happening, he was the one I was most mad at. He was the main reason I was doing this in the first place.

"Layla come on."

I gritted my teeth and turned to face him.

"Huh," I laughed,"and why would I get in the car with you? I'm not drunk."

He sighed.

"Layla she jumped on me, what could I do?"

"You're mr.strong push her off!" I began walking again and seen the hotel I was looking for up ahead.

"She was drunk! Dead weight! It's not that easy," he now drove slowly.

"Just get away from me!" I yelled.