“What even happened? She barely told me anything,” he says, shoving his hands in his pocket.
“Good,” I say, spotting Prue at the bottom of the stairs. She is wearing tight blue jeans and s white turtleneck under a long tan coat. Her hair is clipped up, and she glances around carefully. An arm wraps around her waist, and I’m about to fucking rip it off. “Go home, Wes. I’m about to commit far worse crimes.” I start down the stairs.
“Ben.” He grabs my arm as he follows me down the stairs. “Is that the guy you may or may not have threatened with a deadly weapon?” he asks, pulling me to a stop.
“Wes. I swear to God.” I tug on my arm. “Let me go. Please.”
“No, because whatever you’re thinking about doing is only going to end badly for the both of you. Think it through for a moment. You go over there right now, not only do you risk her safety, but you will also be assaulting the dude in front of about a dozen or so more cops. She will pay the price after you are arrested for a second time.”
“No, she won’t because I won’t stop until he’s dead.”
“Ben. Fuck.” He curses when I yank my hand free. He grabs me by the shoulder, and I wince from the pain. “You pulled me off the jerk that hurt Abbey. You kept me from killing him. Why do you get to kill him for her? What did you tell me? Murder is a life sentence. You can’t be with her when you are serving a life sentence.”
“Yeah, something like that,” I say, staring as a car pulls up and Charles pushes Prue toward it.
“So, the same thing applies here.”
“No. It doesn’t.” I glance at him. “I don’t get her either way, Wes.” When I glance back, she is gone and I’m ready to scream. “God damn it.”
“You need to calm down. You’re making a scene.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I yell at him. “I really don’t care about any of these fucks.” I wave to the people who are glancing our ways. “The person I care about just sold herself for my freedom and I’m not fucking okay with that.”
“I know.” Wes nods. “She told me to give you this when you weren’t so mad, but I think it may help you more when you are.”
“What?” I glare at him. “You saw her? You knew she was here?”
“She is very good at blackmail and apparently you have a big mouth.”
“Give it to me.” I hold out my hand. He places my phone in it. “My phone?” I groan, ready to toss the thing into the fucking street because I don’t give two shits about my fucking phone right now.
“She said she left you a message in it.” He shrugs. “I don’t know what exactly. She didn’t give me much to go on, but said she hoped it would make you feel better.”
“Nothing is going to make me feel better. No message is going to change the fact she left me.” My voice cracks as the words hit. She left me.
“Yeah, I know.” He sighs. “And I know you well enough to know it’s not going to stop you from doing something stupid, so do whatever you have to do. You know I’ll support you, even if that involves hiding a body, or just talking.”
Wes knows me too well. He cares about me too much. I know he really would help me hide a body or do anything I needed him to. He has proven that time and time again.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a piece of shit.”
“You aren’t so bad.”
“Go home. Abbey needs you more than I do right now.”
“She is fine. I’m here for you now.”
“Wes. Go home. Please. I didn’t get it before, you know? I didn’t understand how you could pick a girl over me, but I donow. And for Abbey’s sake, I’m not about to drag you into this. Go fuck that sad girl silly and fix all her wounds, because she needs you and you need her. Leave me to do what I have to do to save my girl.”
“Well then.” He sighs. “You know it’s going to kill me to have to replace you.”
“It will hurt me more to be replaced, but for her I’d do anything. Let her pick my replacement, okay?”
“Yeah?” He chuckles. “Sounds good. She must be a good judge of character if she picked your sorry ass.”
“No. She is an awful judge of character, but she at least knows I’m good at guitar.”
“I hope to see you soon, Ben.”
