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Chapter 23

Cheryl’s POV

'Wow dollface! This looks stunning!' Vanessa exclaims as she examines the necklace on my neck. I blush.

'Who would've thought that doggy boy was romantic' Nessa comments and chuckles.

'He is not doggy' I defend. She looks at me intensely. I shrug my shoulders at her.

'He makes you happy doesn't he?' she asks and I just smile silently. Her phone rings. She smiles as she takes it and I know instantly that it is Tyler calling. She walks into her room. I switch off  the lights and also go to my room.

Wesley's POV

A harsh, cold thin breeze hits my skin and tilt myself on the other side of my bed , seeking for my my human blanket for warmth. I can't feel her. The space is empty. I slowly open my eyes and rub them. She is gone. No wonder it's suddenly so cold.

I stretch my left arm to retrieve my phone from the night stand and as soon as I feel the excruciating pain on my arm, I remember that I am wounded. I groan in agony. I switch my arms and use my right arm to retrieve it. I check the time. It reads 10:30 pm.

I look outside and my curtains are still open and my sliding door is slightly open. It is raining heavily outside. The cold breeze must have seeped in through there in addition of Clumsy's absence. I smile as I recall the events which unfolded this day. She didn't even interrogate me, considering that I revealed my past to her.

She just helped me cover my wound up, without hesitation and layed me to bed. I didn't even struggle to fall asleep with her hands wrapped around my waist and her head on my chest. I slept so heavily, I didn't even feel or hear her when she left. I should call her.

I select her contact and it rings for a while and then says the line is still busy. Who could she possibly be talking to at this time of the night?! My stomach growls. To think of it, I don't remember eating after I filled my empty stomach with whiskey.

I get up from bad and see a note pad on top of my bedside drawer. It reads:

Hey lil gangster. I have left some food for you in the oven. I know you are super hungry where you are right now. I hope you feel better. Oh and just so you know, that girl Cheryl, she's a keeper man. Eyy please don't try to disturb my sleep or come to my room, I am probably fast asleep so keep out. Night!

I smile and bite my lip. I walk towards the sliding door and shut it completely closed and press the remote which draws the curtains closed. I look at my reflection in the mirror and remember my father.

Maybe I was too harsh to him. The man did help us get rid of those assholes,which makes me sleep better at night. I recall him saying there are incidents concerning the past that we don't know of. I wonder how he was trying to justify himself this time.

However, I do think I should call him and thank him for assisting us. I press his contact and it rings. It takes some minutes before I nearly hang up and he picks up the phone.

'Blake?' I faintly groan as I hear him say through the speaker. I should just get used to him using this name shouldn't I?

'Hey...dad' the word is difficult to even say.

'Oh wow. It's the second time you refer me as dad today. I see we are going somewhere here, I am happy. Is everything okay? Why are you calling so late at night?' he asks and I brush my fingers through my fringe.