Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS HEART IS MINE.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

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

"Will you finally tell me where we are going?" I ask, glancing at him after my curiosity gets the best of me.I mean he pretty much asked me to be his ditching Buddy, the least he owed me is knowledge of where we were headed to." Away from there," he says, not giving me the answer I'm looking for.I decide to not ask any further, but let to him have his way for now. For the rest of the trip we remain in silence, and all I do is watch trees become the only thing, I get to see around us.Entering into a dirt road brings a frown upon my face. We've long gone a little way out of town, this trip reminding me of times Aiden and I ran. When at a distance, a beautiful cabin house comes into view, I steal a glance Wesley's way." I needed to get away," he says, the minute he parks in front of the cabin house, which is beautiful by the way and quite big." Are we trespassing?" I as

" Language, Chloe!" One of them scolds me, and I definetly identify him as the real Owen.Owen literally hates any foul language coming out my mouth, whenever he scolds me, he scolds me like a father would have done.Owen, the real Owen without the cap, steps forward." I'm happy that you are back. We've been so worried about you. I've been ------------"" Who is he?" I ask, gesturing to the stranger that looks identical to him.The stranger, wearing a cap, which reminds me of that night, steps forward, and I don't miss the cut on his lip." He is my twin brother, Davin." Owen answers, not tearing his eyes away from me.Since when?I didn't know that he had a twin brother, one who's violent when drunk, just like Luis." Hello Chloe." Davin says, holding out his hand.I don't shake his hand but look at him.

" You aren't ready yet?" Aiden's voice knocks me out of my thoughts.I glance away from the window and turn to him. " No, I uh........" I pause when I notice him glance down to my exposed arms." I won't do it again, you know." I mumble, walking over to my bed to take my gown, so as to cover up.He sighs, earning my eyes." I don't like the fact that you did it in the first place." He mentions." Will it make it all better if I tell you that it was my first time doing it?""Knowing that it was the last time, eases me." He says, not tearing his eyes away from my arms, even though I have covered them." Aiden, they will disappear soon." I say, mentioning the marks." I know that." Somehow he looks like he doesn't believe his own words." What's the problem, Aiden?" I ask through a sigh." You did it, that's

WesleyI want to call him but I'm afraid to. I'm afraid that the impact of Aiden's words, that were thrown at him, were too much of a weight on him.Aiden lost control of himself and was downright mean. I know that there was more to just scolding us and making us see our wrong, in skipping school, but the way he went about everything was not right.Yes, things had been left under tension between us, but I just can't understand, what else could have set Aiden off. There were times when I would watch Aiden and worry, that he has invested himself too much in being my parent, rather than being my brother. That is where we find ourselves riding on tension, because sometimes he loses that sense of understanding me.He can forget at times that I also have my own life, to better understand myself, to make mistakes, and to experience what life has to offer for me. He also has a life and as