Falling For My Enemy

Chapter 11

~ Quinn's p.o.v ~

It was about 9:30 and Marks been over for a few hours. It's been kinda fun with him. We did a YouNow broadcast for about an hour and now we're laying in my bed, basically rambling.

"I never had the chance to ask you but...how's your dad?"
Mark asked me.
"He's...getting worse"
"How much longer do you think he has?"
"I don't know. A few months"
I said turning to my side to face him.
"I'm sorry"
He whispered.
"Have you seen him?"
"Yeah. I saw him yesterday. He's in so much pain"
I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. He looked at me.
"You don't deserve this"
He said quietly as he sat up.

I could feel hot tears swelling up in my eyes. I looked at him.
"Let's talk about something else"
I tried changing the subject.

"You obviously need to talk about it. You're crying"
"I'll be okay"
"But you're not"
"I just don't like talking about it"
I said as tears began to fall.
"It's okay to cry. It's okay to be sad. It's human"
He rubs my back. I sighed.

My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer five months ago. Apparently a few years ago when he went to the doctor for a checkup they found a spot on his lungs but he thought nothing of it and it'd go away. But it's gotten worse and it's spreading. He's slowly dying each day. He's starting to hallucinate.

He wiped my tears away and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, crying more.
We sat there for a few minutes without saying anything. I felt like I was at my breaking point where I could cry forever.

"Are you gonna be okay tonight?"
He said looking at me.
"Mhm"
I hummed, wiping away my tears.
"I could stay if you need someone,"
"No. I'll be okay"
I said stuffily.
"Okay"
He adjusted his hat as he got up. I watched as he walked to the door.
"Goodnight Quinn"
"Goodnight"
"It'll get better"
He said quietly.
"Thanks Mark"
He nodded as he walked out of my room.

*

It was about 12:30 and I was sitting in my room, listening to music. I put my hair up in a bun as I walked to my closet. I take off my clothes and put on a big t-shirt that dropped down to my inner thighs. I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in"
I said as I picked up my dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. There's another knock. I sigh.
"Come in!"
I said more loudly. Nobody comes in. I walked over to my door and opened it.
"Raaa!"
Weston scared me. I gasped.
"Weston!"
I whispered loudly in anger. He laughed as I playfully hit him.
"Ow, ow, easy!"
He whispered loudly. I chuckled.

I kissed him. He kissed back, lightly pushing back to my bed. As I fall back on to my bed, he goes on top of me. I was able to taste the alcohol in his breath.

"Did you drive here drunk?"
"No?"
"I'm gonna laugh at you when you get a DUI"
"I'm not drunk enough where I can't control myself"
"Okay..."
I mumbled. He laid next to me.
"We should do something tonight"
I said facing towards him.
"I'm listening"
He smirks.
"Movies?"
"Or..I could take you to the party"
"No"
I pouted my bottom lip as I sat up.
"Please"
"No...I wanna be with you and only you"
"Quinn, it'll be fun. I promise"
He whispered.
"I don't want to"
"Okay"
He said quietly as he got up and kissed my cheek. I went on top of him and kissed him back for a few seconds. I grabbed my phone. He looked up at me and grabbed my phone from me.

He started exploring around on my phone. He held it up in front of me.
"Weston..."

I see the flash go on. He was taking a picture of me. I put my hand over my face. He was taking a picture. Once the flash goes off I try taking my phone from him.

"Weston!"
"Wait"
He said. He sent it to himself and posted it on my snapchat story. The picture was of me sitting on top of him.
"You look so beautiful mmm"
He moaned as he put his hands on my hips. I feel my cheeks turn red.
He pecked my lips and moved me off of him.
"I'm gonna head back to the party"
"No..."
I whispered. He got off my bed. I grabbed his hand.
"Please don't go"
"Come with me. We can be stupid together tonight"
"I wanna be with you tonight"
I pouted my bottom lip.
"I'll spend the whole day with you tomorrow, okay?"
"Promise?"

"I promise"