Wesley came into his parent's home with his head bowed ready for it. Sitting down with his dad and mom, even at almost thirty-two felt humiliating. They talked to him like an i***t and everything that had been done was his fault.
But as much as he hated to be the messenger, it was all over. And soon it’d reach them too. And he’d rather it be from him.
It was time they knew what their daughter has been up to.
So he sat them down with tea and told them tiredly, "She's on it again. But this time it’s bad, really f*****g bad.” Shooting her son a look for cussing, Romera asked angrily, “And you come to us now?” Sighing, Wesley rubbed his eyes knowing he’d be blamed for this bullshit.
So instead of getting individual scolding for everything, he ripped the band-aid off in one go.
