Thankfully I managed to write this before I left. Anyone in Minnesota, I'm coming your way (:
I have an announcement, to all of you who read Rightfully His and have been patiently waiting for the sequel, the description will be debuted on the next chapter of Finally Saved. I have started to work on it and I will post that as sort of a teaser :)
What I imagine Wes to look like (played by Penn Badgley) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors)
“Hi Libby.” Wes spoke hesitantly.
His eyes were the same dark brown, almost black, of our grandfather and he inherited our father’s dark black hair. That last time I’d seen him he’d been eighteen and leaving for college. He has always been tall with a strong, angular face. He’d spent most of his high school years playing varsity in various sports and working hard to maintain his sculpted body. To anybody else you would think he was just like your every day average, good looking jock. To anybody else, I suppose he was just that. At home, though, he was the one that protected me from my father’s angry outbursts. My father wasn’t as bad when Wes still lived with us but it wasn’t uncommon to go into a fit of rage. Wes provided some semblance of stability to our already shaky family and when he left it was like pulling the rug out from under our feet.
The more I stared at him the angrier I grew. He knew exactly what our father was capable of and yet he still left me alone. He left me to deal with the constant abuse and didn’t glance back. While he was living it up in college I was by myself. Just like in high school, Wes was still tall and well built. He looked the same, just a bit older. As I continued to take him in, I realized he was completely foreign to me. It was like seeing a celebrity in a magazine and knowing their life story and what they look like but you have no idea who they really were. Difference is, Wes wasn’t a celebrity but my brother and while I should know everything about him, I know nothing.
“The years have been good to you.” I finally muttered sarcastically.
“I could say the same for you Libby. You’ve grown up.” Wes looked almost in awe. I crossed my arms and glared at him. Yeah, I grew up because I had to. Because I had a nonexistent mother and a father who could only drink and fight.
“Why are you here?” I asked bluntly. Wes looked pained and shifted to his other foot. It was then that I noticed a duffle bag lying at his feet. Oh no, he was not staying here.
“I came to see you.” He spoke quietly while giving me a pleading look. I was already shaking my head.
“Really? You want to see me now? So should I just drop everything and let you in and then we can go back to the way things were?” I questioned, placing a hand on the door.
“Libby-” I cut him off.
“You didn’t want to see my four years ago, or three years ago, or two years ago. You never called or emailed or ever wrote a letter. You left and you didn’t care what mess you left behind. And now you show up and want to see me.” I laughed humorlessly, the bitterness I’d felt for him through the years bubbling up. “I don’t want to see you Wes.”
I don’t know who it surprised more when I slammed the door shut. Anger coursed through me as I leaned against the door. Why did he show up? After all this time, why is he on my doorstep? It only took a moment for Wes to recover and then he was knocking on the door repeatedly, pleading with me to open to door. I shut my eyes tightly and slid down to the ground. Seeing Wes was something I wasn’t expecting. That’s what scares me. I don’t like surprises and I don’t like the unexpected. I like to be in control of myself and Wes with showing up, well that was putting me through the ringer.
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Libby Ashford is finally free of her living nightmare. On the run from her father, she and her mother move to a new town to start fresh and forget their past. Easier said than done. Starting at her new school, Libby already runs into trouble when s...