(Wesley's POV)

After talking with Willa, I decided to go get some food then head to the house. David shouldn't be here yet so I can finish packing my things and leave for good.

When I got to the house, I opened the door with my silver key and headed inside, overhearing the television playing and bottles clanking together. I step out of view from the living room, my heart racing. Why is he home? He should still be at work, I thought, as I turned to see how many bottles of beer there were.

I turned to see him perched in his recliner in the dim room only being lit by the television playing The Simpson's. His bulky hands are near knocked over beers. He probably smacked them in his sleep. There are about ten beers and a bottle of scotch sat atop the table to his right, one more beer by his feet. Well at least he won't hit me if he wakes up. He's always in a better mood when drunk.

After, I turn to my right and start …show more content…
It's honestly not fair to the other people in this town. Ophelia had red hair like Willa but it wasn't as pronounced and she has her's straightened. Her features are more hardened, a pointed nose and high cheek bones. She was much thinner than Willa but it almost looked unhealthy. She wore a lot of makeup, it was clown-like in the sense that it was excessive and bold, yet she could pull it off with her confidence and personality. Provided that during the time I vent to her and she tells me about her past, I know that Ophelia is a troubled girl that can be a bit crazy.

At the moment, we are playing Twister in Willa's living room next to her dining table. We are all in very awkward positions with Ophelia on the right of Willa, wrapped under her leg and over her torso which led to her to go under me. Willa's leg is between mine and her arm is over my left leg and her head is pressed against my chest. I'm leaning over the both of them, one hand on the edge of the mat, the other right under Ophelia's