Him

Chapter 7

Cheryl's POV

We all watching TV and I get a text notification. I open it and read it.

*Hey pumpkin. It's me, your dad. I really miss you. I figured the only way I can get through you is through texts since well you not answering any of my calls. The house feels empty without you guys and it lacks warmth. I just pray you all come back home and let everything else go back to normal. Love you lots* I faintly gasp and my eyes slowly fill up with tears.

'Honey, what's wrong?' my mom asks with her hand on my lap.

'Nothing' I lie but my eyes go against me as they release a tear.

'Nonsense. Hand over that phone' Vanessa aggressively snatches the phone from my hands and looks at it.

'Tell me, what is it?' my mother asks with concern observing my sister's angry reaction. My eyes are just focused into space and releasing endless tears.

'It's him. He is busy sending stupid texts to try and win us back. Shit is only getting real to him now huh? I'll handle this' Vanessa says and dials the number. I wipe my tears and walk into my room and shut the door to escape from the conflict. I run to the window and open it for cool air and look outside.

'Baby, can I come in?' my mom asks.

'Mom I am fine. I just want to be left alone for a while' I say in a low voice.

'Okay, I'll be in my bedroom if you need me. I love you okay' she says. I wipe my tears and change into my silk gown. I get into bed, take of my glasses and turn off the light. It's dark. And not only in my room, but in my soul too.

Wesley's POV

23 July, Friday

I am staring at the ceiling as the memories from yesterday reappear in my mind. Her fair skin. Her brown eyes, her petite waist in my arms, her dark brown, silky hair, her shaky voice when I walked near, how she shut her eyes when I closed the gap between us. This girl is driving me insane!

I just can't stop thinking about her. I wonder if she noticed that I was a little tipsy yesterday. As much as I wanted to accompany her home, I had to act like I didn't or else Skyla would be breathing on my neck about it. Besides, I didn't want Cheryl to see how much effect she has on me or else she will have me eating from her palm. And there is one thing I hate in life, and that is being used. Especially by the ones you love.

Love? That's a big word buddy. There is no way you love Cheryl. What you are experiencing is called infatuation.

My subconscious says. I totally agree. Love is very rare and nearly impossible. Cheryl is a friend and what happened yesterday just happened because I wasn't myself.

Is that true or are you just trying to convince yourself?, my inner self sounds and now I am confused. My thoughts and emotions are jumbled and I really can't even make a picture that even I can understand.

'Hello! Earth to Wesley!' Skyla snaps me out of my thoughts with her energetic voice.

'What are you doing in my room? I warned you about walking in without knocking! What if you found me giving pleasure to myself?' I tease and watch her crinkle her nose.