Chapter Five
CLAY
I hate seeing Wes hurt like this, I hate his exhaustion, I hate his tired eyes. It just hurts so much. I need to make this better. And I will make it better.
But I first need to make sure that we’re doing all the right things. Because I refuse to let any more harm come to him.
When we get to Wes’ room, and open it, we find Zeke and Wes all curled up. Asleep. It’s sweet, and I still can’t help feel a little heavyhearted, if only the world wasn’t as cruel.
But at the same time, it’s Zeke, one of my closest friends for years, and Wes, my little brother. Or, I may just be reading too much into it. Maybe.
They both wake up as we come inside. “Hey.” Zeke sits up, pulling on Wes. “What’s the time?”
“Three in the afternoon.” I go over. “We’re here for a few things, and we
