Chapter 11.

Pale skinned, long dark hair with a heart shaped face and a very breathtakingly pretty woman, Wesley's mother is.

She looks so peaceful and you can't help but look at her.

The resemblance is there between Wesley and she, and I'm pretty sure, he must miss her so much. I know how it feels to not have your mother present, there's a void in which she can only fill.

We remain seated at the back corner, him on the chair that he pulled from beside the bed and I, in the small single couch .

Right after introducing me to his mom, he'd taken a seat and just stayed in silence.

" It happened a few months after Christy passed, " he speaks up.

" Your sister?" He nods, throwing a glance my way.

" Mom wasn't the same, well we all weren't, we were all dealing with it differently. Talking wasn't an option, Jack distancing himself also played a part, he should have bloody been there for her but no, he was....." He huffs, rising to his feet and turning his back to me.

" One night, I tried to talk to her, I tried showing her his true nature, but she didn't listen, only storming out." He turns to face me.

With wet eyes he continues. " I tried calling her, I tried preventing her from going out for a drive in a stormy night, but she didn't listen, she didn't listen and now she's here, she's here and it's all my fault! " He staggers back, shutting his eyes and clenching his hands till they become white. His chest heaves up and down, where his body starts trembling.

Oh God, he's having a panic attack.

I rush over to him, with my hands on his shoulders, I try shaking him to attention.

" Wesley, Wesley, calm down." I try to tell him, but he's disappearing from me.

" It's my fault, " he falls to his knees, head hanging low.

I follow suit, getting on my knees. " It's not your fault, it was an accident, " he shakes his head in protest, not hearing my words.

" No, no, no."

Frustration hits me, with not knowing what to do, how I can help him.

" I-I c-can't breathe, " he says, voice rapid.

What do I do? What do I do?

He keeps mumbling incoherent words, not making any sense.

" Wesley, snap out of it!" I slap him across the face, shocking both of us and his wide eyes stare at me, though he can't see me.

Through desperation, I lean forward where my lips meet his. At the brink of relaxing into it, I jerk back and my eyes grow wide in astonishment.

What did I just do?

His own blink open, looking half dazed.

I gulp, staring at him.

He opens his mouth to speak but then, the door opens and I jump up onto my feet. Jack enters and his eyes are quick to notice Wesley on his knees, and the tense air.

Thank God Wesley gets on his feet, but he takes a step closer to me and I take one back, making him frown.

" Your brother is looking for you, " Jack says.

" I should go." Like I've been given an out, I rush out of there, not even daring to look back.

" Are you ready to go?" I nod, taking my bag from Owen and following them out of the hospital.

My mind is surely occupied, with thoughts of what occurred in that hospital room.

How could I do such a thing?

I literally gave away my first kiss to Wesley, all in the name of reacting towards a person with a panic attack, and trying to save him. It was such a stupid move and now, I'll pay for it.

How can I ever face him again?

I was suppose to just listen, let him vent out everything weighing him down, but not do something like this. He must think I'm the most weird and impulsive person.

But putting aside what happened, today was the most emotional awakening day. Fear, anxiety, frustration, hurt, anger and more, swirled into one big ball and hit me so hard , that I couldn't grasp anything. He'd been right when he said he needed someone to understand him, to be truthful and tell him straight, I still believe that I'm the wrong person.

Why I say this, is because I haven't done much to help him, he's gone through a panic attack, anger and frustration, in my presence, nothing I've done or said has given him reason to be calm and to try healing. I should have just told him that I'm not the right person, but here I am, having thrown the words ' I'll listen, ' to him.

The worst part of it all, is the possibility of leaving if ever, there's any sign of Luis. He could ruin everything and Wes would be left hanging, me just being a distant memory. I hate to admit it, but it wouldn't feel right to me, leaving Wes like this. Leaving him alone to fend for himself and leaving him to remain as he was before, all distant, with no clear idea of the next step in his life.

Gosh, I think we are two messed up people, seriously.

Arriving home, I'm the first one to get out of the car, needing a warm shower and a good meal to get me settled and comfortable, before I sleep. I'm quite exhausted, both physically and mentally. I had a lot to deal with today and I could use some peace and quiet.

I don't even feel like talking, I just want a relaxing night where I don't have to think much.

" Chloe ----------" Aiden stops me from heading further up the stairs.

I slowly and tirelessly turn to face him.

" Let's talk about --------"

" Can we not?"

" Chloe, " he sighs.

" I'm really exhausted and I don't have the energy to talk, I've had a pretty long day, so please, spare me the lecture." I tell him, and just when Owen enters, I continue up the stairs, ignoring his call after me.

Entering into my room, I don't waste time in setting a very hot bubble bath.

The minute I step in, I lean my head back and close my eyes, blocking both mind and ears from the world.

1 hour later....

I sit on my bed, with nothing to do, but to just stare at nothing at all.

My mind keeps on drifting back to Wesley and how he might be doing right now. I did leave him in a state and I don't know how things will be, when we see each other again, if he'll ever want to see or talk to me, ever again.

A knock on my door breaks me out of my thoughts, the door opens before I can answer.

Aiden enters with a tray full of food in hand, while his other, is held up in a surrender gesture.

" I come in peace, " he tells me, kicking the door shut before making his way to be seated on my bed.

He sets the tray in between us.

"I know I've been a pain in your ass for a couple of days."

I arch my brow at him.

" And I'll accept any punishment you give me, " his face shows a weary expression, making me to roll my eyes at him, a small smile lifts on my lips.

I pull the tray forward, liking what is presented before me.

" Going out?" I ask, giving him a once over.

He's surely dressed up tonight, maybe he's going out on a date.

" Hot date?" I continue teasing him.

" If you mean Ingrid, then no, Owen and I are going out, boys night out type of thing "

" That's nice, maybe you can figure out what's wrong with him, I mean he's just not himself."

" What are you - a mind reader? " He teases me.

"No, I just.....I think maybe he's stressed or something." I shrug.

" He just has a lot in his mind and hopefully, he'll be better after a few drinks"

" Hmm, " I start with a strawberry, totally loving it.

" Look, about the Ingrid thing --------- "

" You don't want to let this go, do you?" I sigh.

" I'd rather know how you feel, and I'm sorry for not saying anything, I was just worried about your response to this."

" Aiden, you know how much I've always rooted for you, having a better and normal life, all I needed was your honesty. I was upset that you'd keep something like this from me."

" I should have told you, I know, and I'm sorry...." He says, patting my leg.

I give him a small smile, nodding my forgiveness.

" Do you love her?" I ask.

" I like her a lot."

" You love her , but you're just afraid to admit it." He opens his mouth to speak but I beat him to it, now continuing. " You're not forced to admit anything and I wouldn't want that for you, just, don't wait too long. " I tell him.

He nods once again, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before rising to his feet.

" Will you be okay here alone, for a few hours?" I give him a ' really ' look.

Does he think I'm five years old or what?

" I'll be asleep before you come back," I say,

" Eat and call me if there's anything you need."

" You could buy me a pack of pretzels? "

He rolls his eyes. " I should have known, anyway, I've got to go,"  he starts heading to the door, only to stop and turn to face me once again.

" This, um, friendship of yours with that Wade guy -------"

" Wesley." I correct.

" Just let me be an annoying big brother. " I roll my eyes at him, gesturing for him to continue.

" I might not know much about your friendship, but I just need you to be a little careful." I frown at his word of advise.

What is he thinking?

" Are you trying to say something?"

He sighs, with a look of concern on his face.

" I just - with the way I saw your interaction, I just hope there won't be a permanent attachment. You know that your time anywhere, is never determined, so just be careful.

Right after he says this, he gives me a soft small smile, before heading out of my room.

I'm left replaying what he's said, shaking my head a bit in denial. There's just no way that Wesley and I would become attached.

No, no attachment what so ever.

I shake my head, getting down to eating.

With thirty minutes or so passed, with me ready to hit the sack, I head back upstairs to my room since nothing on TV got me interested. I'd rather just sleep early than bore myself to death.

Entering into my room, I almost let out a scream if it weren't for the hand against my mouth, my back leaned on the door.

" Shh....Don't scream." The culprit says.

Trailing my eyes up, I sigh in relief when I see that it's just Wesley.

Wait, how the heck- damn you Wesley for breaking into my bedroom window.

How did he - damn it, it doesn't matter.

Our eyes connect and stay on each other for a little bit, till I remember that I need oxygen.

I trail my eyes to his hand.

" Oh, right, sorry." He snatches his hand back, like I've burnt him.

" What are you doing here? - How did you even get in here?" I know the answer, just need him to speak.

" Why are you here?" I ask, trying again.

" I'm here to finish what you started, " closing the distance, his lips slam onto mine.