Chapter 9.

" I'm sorry, " he says.

We've been sitting in long silence, none of us daring to speak since we already knew what happened. We just had a breakdown and now we are stuck in the middle of nowhere. 

What an afternoon.

And I wanted to get away from him faster but now, I'm stuck with him, after he had my life hanging on the edge. A part of me was scared while the other heard him. He was living off guilt and was out of control, I still don't know what could be the cause.

Maybe he feels guilty for his sister's death, I don't know.

It is the first time seeing such a reaction, though I saw a peak of it when we were out eating pizza .

He is dealing with something and the more I sit here, in the silence, thinking over what happened back there, I feel like there's more he's dealing with. Something else could have happened and that being reason for his outburst.

My response to him is even a surprise to me, I pretty much put all my trust at that moment to him, even though he was the cause of it all. I remained calm and talked to him as if nothing life threatening was happening.

Shocked is what I am.

" I'm sorry, " he repeats.

This time I glance his way, seeing him leaning his forehead against the steering wheel, gripping it with knuckles turning white.

He'll be upset again.

I reach out my hand, covering his own with mine.

He tenses up at the contact before he loosens his grip and he leans his head back, looking at me.

His eyes glance down to our hands before meeting my eyes.

" Calm down," I tell him.

We stay like that for a few minutes before I pull my hand away.

" You probably hate me right now," he says.

" Hate, no. Upset, yes, just don't do it again." 

He only stares at me.

" Now do you understand, do you understand why I keep finding my way back there?" 

" Guilt and pain, that's what you showed me. You didn't really tell me anything." 

He leans back on his chair, glancing away from me and at the window.

He sighs before speaking. " I'm sure you know about my sister." 

" She passed away." 

" She passed away and left a piece of me, missing." He looks back at me again. " She was my best friend and though we fought a lot, she still remained the number one person to whom I could turn to.

When she passed, everything just didn't make sense, nothing felt better and I couldn't breathe properly, everything was so hard, it still is. No one could understand me, they expected me to be okay but I wasn't.

The same family which was held together by Christy, broke, and we all lost each other. My mom, she was never the same again, she -----------" 

His phone suddenly rings.

We both glance at the phone and I pull my hand back, the caller ID saying Jack. Looking at him, I frown when he doesn't answer.

I shoot him a questioning look but he ignores it, leaning his head back against his seat, closing his eyes.

The phone stops ringing until it starts up again, Jack calling again.

" Answer." I say.

" Ignore it, " he says, not even looking at me.

Why is he ignoring this Jack person?

The third time it starts ringing, I sigh, picking up his phone and placing the phone against his ear.

He glares at me but I roll my eyes.

" Answer." I mouth to him, pressing answer.

" I don't want to talk to you, just leave me alone. " He rolls his eyes. " Nothing you could say to me will matter, so don't bother, " he snatches the phone from my hand, hanging up.

" Why did you do that?!" He glares at me.

" No one would call so many times if it wasn't important, maybe you should ------------" 

" Stop bloody meddling, you don't know anything! " 

" Well I have bloody right to meddle, you know why? Because you're the one who gave me permission to do so, when you never left me alone! " 

We glare at each other, neither one of us willing to back down.

He narrows his eyes at me before storming out of the car, the door slams shut behind him, shaking the car and making me jump in surprise.

I sigh, totally not understanding him. He wanted me to listen, to hear and understand him, yet he pushes me away and shouts at me, telling me to stop meddling.

I sometimes just want to punch him so hard.

He's infuriating.

And he's out in the rain. 

I sigh, about to open the door and drag him back in the car, when his phone starts ringing again.

With it in hand, I turn it over to look at the caller ID.

Jack.

I bite at my bottom lip, glancing at Wesley through the window, who stands outside, pacing up and down in the rain. In the midst of doing something, my own phone vibrates, telling me that I've just received a message. I decide to answer Wesley's phone instead, because something has been pushing for me to answer.

" Wesley's phone hello." 

" Uh hi, who is this?" The male voice asks.

" Um, this is a friend of Wesley's, could I help you with anything?" 

I hear the person sigh.

" Yes, please tell Wes to come down to the hospital, it's important." 

Hospital? 

This would be the second time, hearing anything concerning the hospital and Wesley.

Jack continues, telling me something that gives my body cold chills .

" It's about his mom." 

A second's silence passes before I answer." He'll be there " I hang up right after.

I don't waste time in getting out of the car, rushing over to where Wesley is standing.

" Wesley! Wesley!" 

" What?" He turns to face me.

" We need to go! ------------" 

" And how do we do that ?" He sarcastically asks.

" I don't know but we need to find help, call for someone or something, just, we need to get out of here." I say, trying to calm my breathing and be more clearer for him to hear me.

I watch him frowning and taking a step closer to me.

" What's going on?" The rain is getting into my eyes, making it difficult to see him properly.

" Jack called." 

" I told you to stop ---------" 

" And he says it's important, you --------" 

" What could be so important that I have to talk to that man, huh?!" 

" Your mom! " I blurt out.

His whole demeanor changes, his eyes widen.

He rushes past me and towards the car, I follow him with my eyes, watching him pull the car door open and grab his phone, before calling someone.

I'm reminded of being wet, that I need to keep warm because my body is shivering and teeth are chattering now.

Following suit and rushing to the car, entering in, I see Wesley sitting leaned over with his head between his hands, hair dripping wet.

The minute I close the door, he turns his head to look at me, eyes emotional and face stressed out.

Callie told me that his mom left him, but I don't think that's the case.

" They said your mom left you." 

" She might as well have done that." 

I frown at him, not liking the look of defeat on him.

" My mom is in a coma."