His Mafia Prince

(JERICHO)

I knock on the door gently when I reach Wesley’s room. When I get no response, I push the door gently and go in. There is no sign of Wesley. I notice that his bed is made. I head into the bathroom and notice that it is empty too. I scan the empty room and anxiety eats at me. I rush to the dresser and my stomach sinks when I open the top drawer. It is empty.

"What the fuck?" I rasp. I open the rest of the drawers rushedly, only to find them empty.

I feel sick to my stomach as I turn and hurry to the closet.

Empty.

I freeze in shock as I try to come to terms with what this means. Wesley left. Wesley is gone. Without a word. Nothing. Why? Why would he suddenly decide to take off like this? It is obvious that Miles and Arlo still don’t know that he is gone. He just snuck off like a thief in the night.

I slowly sit on the edge of the bed, fighting the nausea that’s now creeping its way up my throat. I’m in utter shock. He is just gone... no goodbye, no warning, nothing. I have done nothing but think about him all night when he was just planning his escape? Why did he feel the need to escape? To leave without saying a word to anyone, much less me? I don’t understand.

Or did the violence that happened at the park made his memories of his sister resurface that he ultimately decided to leave? Was it too much for him to handle that he decided to just run away? Why didn’t he come talk to me then? I would have tried to comfort him. I know that I would have tried my best. I rub my face roughly, trying to come to terms with the fact that he is truly gone from my life and everyone else. I feel deeply gutted right now. Once again, I’m confused as to why I’m this connected to Wesley.

Apparently, he doesn’t share my feelings. That’s why he left without a word. Not a fucking word.

My legs tremble as I stand up. I have convinced myself a million times in my head that I didn’t know Wesley. Yet, I feel like part of me is gone. The idea that I might never get to talk to him again, or touch him, or kiss him feels incredibly painful. I can’t believe how gutted I am at the thought of losing him forever. I’m borderline embarrassed by how gutted I feel right now.

I need to let Arlo and Miles know because they still think he will be there to help with the baby today. I leave Wesley’s room, still reeling with shock. When I get to the sunroom, I find Miles and Arlo are still there. They both look up when I enter the room. Miles is still holding the baby, so he is a little distracted. Arlo notices my distress immediately.