In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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After giving myself a few pep talks outside of Flynn and Wes' apartment, I knocked on their door. Flynn opened it excitedly and directed me to Wes' room before he left. I'd rather he not leave, but I didn't really have a choice.
What are you going to say, Vienna? I asked myself as I walked down the hall to his bedroom.
I stopped and stood outside Wes' room. I wanted to open the door but Aidan and Flynn were making such a big deal of this, I was afraid to and all I really wanted to do was walk away and get back to my own life. But I hated the thought of Wes being alone and in pain.
I knocked on the door lightly and waited before I knocked a little harder but there was still no answer. So I turned the knob and found it was unlocked. I stepped into the room hesitantly, only to find Wes in bed. At the sight of him surrounded by beer bottles and a bottle of liquor on the floor, I stepped into the room fully to get a better look at his state. His room was dim, the thick curtains blocking out most of the light.
"Wes?" I asked timidly.
He didn't stir. I could see his head tucked into his arm and pillows, a comforter covering half his bare back.
"Wes."
"Fuck off, Flynn."
"Wes, are you drunk?" I groaned. I didn't want to deal with drunk or hungover Wes.
"I haven't had anything since yesterday."
I chuckled and I raised my voice, "Wes, look at me."
His head turned to the side, cheek smashed against his arm as he squinted at me. A look of shock, then anger took over his face. "Who let you in?" He grumbled. I frowned ashamedly.
You shouldn't be here and he clearly doesn't want you here.
I left him and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I saw his lips were chapped more than usual when he lifted his head, so when I came back, I set the glass on his nightstand. "I think the real question is why the hell are you moping around like this?" I retorted when I walked back in.
"Fuck you, Valley."
I sighed, walking over to the bed and I sat lightly on the edge by his legs. "Wes, they're worried about you."
He shifted, groaning. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'm not quite sure actually. They think I can help."
