Chapter 14

Melanie's POV

"Can I come see you?" Wesley asks as I answer his call.

"Uh.. Wesley.. Not right now." I mumble.

Currently Thomas was over and he was in the kitchen cooking something and it smelt so damn good.

"Why not? I miss you, baby." He says and I want to let him come over so bad, but not with Thomas here. That wouldn't be good at all.

"Because, you just can't. I'll see you soon, okay? I love you." I say and I hear him sigh.

"Okay.. Just let me know when I can. I love you, too." He says and I hang up.

I set my phone down on the dresser and fumble with my fingers. I wish I could tell Wesley the truth, but I don't want to break up with him. I'm gonna have to talk to him soon, because he'll find out eventually. If I tell him or not.

"Babe, dinner is ready." Thomas says as he walks into my bedroom.

"Okay." I say, giving him a smile and he returns it.

I get up and follow him out into the dining room and it looks and smells so good.

"Thank you so much." We sit down at the table and begin to eat.

"You're welcome." He says and takes my hand and kisses the top of it.

I blush and continue to eat, making small talk with him. I'm not fully comfortable with him yet, but he treats me right and he's just amazing.

"So who were you on the phone with?" He asks and I swallow a piece of my food before answering.

"I was talking to Wesley." I say, being upfront.

"Hmm." He hums and I sigh.

"What?"

"Melanie, I'm not going to keep you from seeing him.. But your dad doesn't want you to."

"Thomas, my dad doesn't know what he's talking about. You're sweet and all but I love Wesley. I'm dating Wesley, not you."

He looks down at his plate, clenching his jaw and slamming his fists down onto the table. I flinch. He gets up and goes to grab his jacket and keys.

"Where are you going?" I ask, getting up.

"I'm leaving."

"Why?"

"You're a waste of my time!" He barks.

"Look! We have to deal with each other so might as well try to be friends? You're just with me because my dad told you to."

"Yeah, but I actually like you Melanie!"

"Then why do you argue with me so much?"

"Because! I didn't want you to think that I actually had feelings for you." He says, turning around to head towards the door but I grab his arm. "What?"

"I'm sorry, but we can't happen. Wesley would probably kill you if he ever found out about us."

"He's gonna find out eventually. Your dad thinks we're dating.. What if he sees you and Wesley together? He'll tell Wesley to fuck off and it'll just be bad. You need to tell Wesley." He says and I close my mouth.

"I know.. I'll tell him." I say, not really knowing if that's the truth or not.

"Good." He mutters.

He looks down at my lips and quickly back to my eyes and I start to breath heavily as he presses me against the wall behind us.

"What-" I'm cut off by his lips. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He moves his hands up and down my body and I arch my back so that my body is closer to him.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I hear someone say behind Thomas and my heart literally stops as I recognize the voice. Wesley. Fuck.

"Wesley.."

"Who the fuck are you?!" He yells at Thomas and I start to panic. Worrying he'll attack Thomas.

"Wesley, don't touch him." I say and Wesley starts to pace back and forth and I can tell he's holding in his anger.

"What?! Who is he, Melanie?!" He yells and I look back at Thomas and he's surprisingly calm.

"I'm Thomas." Thomas says and Wesley looks like he's about to burst.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He yells and I literally have to hold him back as he starts to walk towards Thomas.

"Please don't." I whisper and he shoves me off of him. I fall to the ground and I watch desperately as I see Wesley lunge towards Thomas.

I watch in horror as he pulls Thomas up by the collar of his shirt and slams him against the wall. Thomas just smirks at him and I cover my mouth.

"Wesley, let him go." I say, standing up and quickly running over to Wesley.

"Melanie, get away from me." Wesley spats. Ouch.

As I back away, Wesley takes his fist and rams it into Thomas' gut and I watch as Thomas lurches over, clutching his stomach with one of his hands.

"Please leave him alone." I say as Wesley punches him in the gut again.

The tears start to fall and when Wesley's done, he let's go of Thomas and Thomas falls to the floor, groaning in pain.

"Stay the fuck away from her or I'll beat you again and make it worse." Wesley says and I grimace at the sight of Thomas on the floor.

"Don't touch him again, Wesley."

"Why? So you two can fuck? Be my guest." He says and I look down.

"I.."

"Save it."

"Just listen to me, Wesley." I beg.

"No, Melanie! I came over to see if you were okay and I open the door to see you two making out! How long has this been going on?"

"About a week."

"A week?!" He yells.

"Yeah.. But I need to tell you what is really going on between me and him."

"No.. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit. You cheated on me!" He yells and I let more tears fall down.

"I can explain.. Just please, Wesley!" I yell back.

"No, Melanie! Just don't talk to me." His voice cracks and I take his hand but he pulls it back immediately.

He gives me a disappointed look, shakes his head and walks out the door.

"Thomas, are you okay?" I ask, walking over to him and kneeling down to look at him better.

"Yeah." He says, coughing out blood. I grimace at the sight and try to help him up.

"You are obviously not okay." I say and try to help him up but he won't move.

I move him so he's laying on his back and go and get my phone. I call 911 and in a few seconds they say they already have an ambulance on the way.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and I notice he's still clutching his stomach. I remove his hand and pull up his shirt enough to see where Wesley repeatedly hit him.

I see bruises starting to form in various spots on his lower stomach and the skin is vastly red.

"I'm so sorry, Thomas." I say and he gives me a small grin.

"Don't be." He says and I continue to let the tears fall down my face.

"He hurt you so bad." I say through my tears and he takes my hand in his.

"Hey." He says, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb. "Don't worry about me."

I look at him and his eyes are full of pain, but calm as well.

"EMT's!" I hear someone yell, pounding on the door and I get up quickly, nearly tripping on my own feet.

"Where's the injured person?" They say, rushing in as I open my door.

"He's right there. My boyfriend beat him up pretty badly."

I follow them and they lean down to Thomas, checking his injuries.

"Oh hey, Thomas." One of them says and I raise an eyebrow.

"Hey Steve." Thomas answers and I figure that they know each other from the hospital.

I follow them as they wheel Thomas out on a gurney(which was certainly not needed) and into the ambulance.

When we get to the hospital, I have to wait for Thomas in the waiting room, and I do for about 20 minutes.

I see him walking down the hallway with a bandage under his eye.

"What did they do?"

"They put this bandage under my eye and wrapped something around my waist that apparently will help with the bruising." He says and I feel guilty.

"I'm still sorry, it won't happen again." I say, not sure if it actually will happen again.

"Mel, stop apologizing. I'm fine." He says and I nod, walking beside him as we walk out of the hospital.

I call a taxi and in less than five minutes we're already on our way back to my apartment.

"So, I guess I'll get going now. This trip was.. Eventful." He says and I laugh a bit.

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow." I say and he comes up to hug me, and I hug him back, being careful to not hurt his bruises even more.

"See ya later." He says and heads out of my apartment and leaves.

I sigh as I walk over to my dining room, taking the plates and walking to the kitchen to put them in the sink.

*Wesley, please talk to me.* I text Wesley once I sit down on my couch in the living room.

It's been 20 minutes and still no answer. This isn't like him.. Obviously he's doing it because of what happened but I wish he would answer.

The only thing I can think about is what he's doing. What he's thinking.. I bet he's either going fucking nuts and punching the shit of everything he sees. Or he's becoming depressed like I do when things like this happen to me.

I decide to call him and someone picks up, but it's not him.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Paul.. Who's this?"

"Isn't this Wesley's phone?"

"Yes, he's working out right now.. Why?"

"Oh, well tell him to call me. It's urgent." I say and sigh.

"Okay, will do." He says and hangs up.

At least he's not with another girl.. Although, why would he care if I found out if he was? He saw me cheating on him, so why would he care?

And good thing he's not getting high as well. He'd probably do it just to spite me, but it's reassuring to know that he's not. Well, for now.

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"When is your first class?" Candice asks as I put her on speaker phone, curling my hair.

"In about 30 minutes."

"Damn, you better get going then."

"No, I'm good. It's only like a 10 minute drive." I say and spray hairspray to the ends of my hair that are curled.

"Okay, well I gotta go anyway. I got classes, too."

"Okay, talk to you later." I say and hang up.

When done, I unplug my curling iron and walk out of my bathroom and put my shoes on. I grab my jacket and my keys and head to the hospital.

I'm in the middle of class when someone sits down next to me. I look up and see Thomas setting his books down at the table next to me and I smile a bit.

"Hey." I whisper.

"Hello." He whispers back and I giggle a little to myself.

He pushes his hair back from his forehead but it just goes back to the messy quiff on top of his head. I wonder why he does that if his hair just goes back to where it was?

When class is over, he walks next to me down the hallway, and quickly holds my hand. I give him a weird look and he directs his eyes down the hallway. And sure enough, his mom is talking to one of the professors and I nod as I understand his motive.

"So, how's your bruises?" I ask, and he squeezes my hand. I notice the bandage under his eye is gone, it's just a little red though.

"They still hurt like hell.. But I'm putting the cream on it and taking the medicine that they gave me. It's working I guess." He shrugs and I nod.

Thomas looks like he's about to panic and he presses his lips against mine quickly, and I don't respond for a second because I'm confused.

"Get a room!" Someone yells and Thomas pulls back immediately, laughing at the person who yelled and he looks back down to me.

"What was that for?" I ask, pulling myself away from him a bit.

"My mom passed by." He said.

"Okay..." I mumble and we head our separate ways.

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Sorry this is short but I wanted to save what I have coming next for the next chapter! Please leave feedback and vote! Oh and follow me on twitter if you want! my username is @balilouis! I'll update soon, iygsm.😊