Chapter 21.

I silently watch him pace up and down in front of me, his jaw set tight and hands clenched into fists.

" Wes --------" 

" Don't, " he holds up his hand to silence me. " I need a minute." He says, continuing on pacing.

" Just don't get yourself worked up about this." 

" Don't get myself worked up - how the f*ck am I not suppose to, when someone you trusted, actually hi -------------" he huffs, not being able to finish his sentence.

Seeing him like this, all bothered by what he's heard, for some reason plays at my heart. It actually reminds me that I haven't had many people worry about me, nor have I opened up the door for them to show me that they care.

So to see him like this, plays with my emotions and that makes me scared a bit.

I sigh, taking off the shoes and moving on further on the bed to lay in the center, on my back. There's a moment of silence where I'm staring at the ceiling, trying to get ahold of my emotions and