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Wesley*

"Kaitlyn!"

Diving into the huge hot tub in the bathroom, I fished out her naked body from the water before carrying her back to the bedroom.

As soon as I placed her on the bed, she coughed and that was when I noticed her eyes were wide open.

Thank goodness she's alright.

I took out the big comforter from the bed and slowly tucked it around her, my eyes were firmly on hers making sure she wasn't planning on drifting to coma or anything of that sort.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" I asked her, trying so hard to keep my anger at bay. "Were you planning on killing yourself Kaitlyn? Huh? You wanted to drown yourself to death?"

Silence.

"Answer me Kaitlyn."

Instead of answering or firing back at me like she usually does, she started sobbing.

"Kaitlyn?" Something was definitely wrong. Kaitlyn doesn't just cry. "What's wrong?"

She just kept sobbing and all of a sudden, I felt the need to punch the bastard that hurt her.

"Talk to me. Who's the bastard son of a bitch that