Him

Chapter 6

Cheryl's POV

I blink several times as I try to make out what I am hearing.

'Dad?' I say, my voice cracks.

'Yes pumpkin it's me. I called to...'

'Don't ever call me again. I do not want to hear from you' I say and tears run mercilessly from my eyes.

'Baby please...' I hang up before he can utter a word. I release a breath I wasn't aware I was holding all this while.

'Hey. Are you okay?' Skyla rests her hand on my shoulder and I quickly wipe my tears, hoping she did not see.

'Oh yeah, everything is fine. I just need the bathroom' I lie.

'Oh okay, just take the stairs, the bathroom is on the far end of the left hall way' Skyla directs and I immediately rush there.

I enter the bathroom and shut the door. I walk over to the large mirror above the two glass basins and start panting. My grip tightens onto the glass basin and I start crying. After all this time, this man chooses the time where I have given up to all hope to call. The time where I have started to build my wall that he broke, and breaks it again.

I just hope no one comes in here to see what a mess I am. Hearing his voice was enough to break the barrier and him saying "pumpkin"  broke my whole spirit. I find myself sliding to the floor and crying.

Wesley's POV

I park my car near the porch and step outside of my car. I smell like a fucking brewery and I just need a shower and my bed. All I remember from last night is my mom crying, and Skyla looking very shattered. I do recall most of what I said, although I don't have the strength to face it just yet.

I open the main door, hoping no one is near. Thankfully, my prayers are appealed. Everyone seems to be by the pool. I climb up the stairs and head for the bathroom to wash my wound and give it the necessary attention as pain strikes. That sliding door had more of an effect than I thought it would have. I open the door and a startled brunette faces me with her eyes blown out. It's Cheryl.

Wait, Cheryl! What is she doing here?

'Cheryl?'

'Wesley' she replies in a shaky voice. Her face looks wet as if she was washing it.

Why would she wash her face at my house? Please don't tell me that she slept over and I missed it!

Her glasses on top of the basin. Her long hair tied in an upright pony which show casts her beauty more than ever. She stands there without motion. She looks cute in her white stylish shirt with the arms bent right up to the elbows which reveals her petite waist and curvy tits. Her shorts revealing her glorious legs leaving my head spinning, adding onto the hangover I already have.

'What are you doing here?' I ask her.

'I uhm... I was washing my face. I smeared some coal on it while I was busy at the barbeque' she says, her hands holding tight on the basin at the back of her. The position she is standing in makes me want to grab her right away.