Chapter 38

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It was morning and Wesley woke up in his bed he couldn't really remember what happened until all the memories were rushing in. Him rescuing that guy. "Stupid Wesley." He said. He fell back unto his bed. Until he saw Ada sitting nearby it. Wesley turned away annoyed. Ada smiled and pulled out a gun. Wesley quickly moved back. "What the fuck!" He said. "Don't underestimate me Wesley hunter you and your family are still on my list! I will teach you a lesson!" Ada moved closer to Wesley's face. "And  the lesson has just started ." Ada smiled. And turned around to Wesley. "Don't be cruel to a heart that's true." She said and walked out of the room.

Wesley fell back into his bed and relaxed. "What a nut."  He said. Wesley got up and showered and brushed his teeth. Just then an awful scream was heard throughout the house. Wesley put his toothbrush down and went straight downstairs to see what happened. That's when he saw it. His father's dead body Mary was covering herself with blood. "No! No! No! Please wake up!" She cried. Everything Joe did to her the night before...she still loved him.
Wesley's face couldn't believe it he was torn there the gun was on the desk. Did he make him kill himself?

Casey came downstairs to see the sight of her father and mother Wesley looked over to her to see that her face was the same...emotionless nothing not a tear, not a cry not a head shake..nothing." Wesley looked back at his mother crying her heart out. "Shake my head out of everything he's done to her she still loves him now that's true love or stupidity?" Ada thinks. Wesley turned to her and sees her making a joke out of his father's death a JOKE. "You did this didn't you?!" Wesley said tears forming. Ada stared at him and walked away. Wesley stared his eyes widened as he looked at his hands and around.

Wesley immediately ran to the front door.
"Wesley!" Mary screamed still holding her dead husband in her hand blood everywhere waiting for the ambulance to show up. Wesley ran outside not knowing where but he just ran. As fast as he could. Wesley kept running not stopping hot knowing where exactly he was going he just ran. Though he felt his knees getting tired he still kept running and finally, his knees buckled and he collapsed on the grass. Wesley's eyes were open all he did was stare while thoughts were racing through his mind.

Why didn't Casey cry?

was dad really that bad?

Maybe it was for the best?

A tear fell from Wesley's eyes as he stared into the blue sky and the sun shining upon him.

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2 weeks pass:

Time has passed since the death of joe Wesley's father. It came as a great sadness to Wesley he had only known his father for 11 years though it was a long time. For some strange reason, Wesley felt like he was just starting to see who his father was now Wesley constantly feels the sharp pain of not knowing who his father actually was. All because of Ada. Anyone would use that as momentum to get revenge. But Wesley wasn't stupid or suicidal. He needed the plan to get rid of Ada for good. But he could do it right in her face. She would just kill everyone. Wesley sat on his bed and frowned.

Ada on the other hand, knew Wesley hated her for what she did but quite frankly she didn't care. Ada was never allowed to do what she wanted and now she was finally able to and no one was going to stop her. Ada finally had a friend Wesley hunter and no one was going to take him away from her... no one.

Casey talked with Philip every day. Phillip and she were planning on running away together. Since her father was dead there was joined stopping her. Not like she was going to listen to him anyway. She was glad he was dead and she wished her mother would stop crying for that man.

Mary cried almost every day. She mourned her husband's loss. It made her guilty that she didn't know Joe was suicidal. He was right she was a horrible wife if only she would have talked with him or something maybe that's why he was always angry with her.

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