This is a How to Get Away with Murder Fanfiction Story. Most parents say they would know their child anywhere regardless of how long it had been sense they had seen them. What if they were right across the room from you?
Annalise Keating got up early that Thursday morning wanting to prepare for class. Well that was a lie she wanted to try to forget what she had become over the past few years. She couldn't help but remember the look on Wesley's face when she had held him in her arms the week before. They had struck up a quick bond almost instantly. She had never had that before. She didn't believe he had ever had it before either.
Annalise remained silent in her thoughts. She then decided to call Wes to check on him.
"Professor Keating?" Wes asked coming to himself.
"Wes, how are you feeling?" Annalise asked realizing it was a stupid question.
"I feel lost and now I feel guilty." Wes said with a sigh.
"We will find Rebecca, Wes. You did what you thought was right." Annalise said trying to comfort him.
"I actually have something else that I need to talk to you about." Wes said more nervous than usual.
Annalise was just about to ask Wes about his guilt. She was interrupted from her thoughts by a loud knock on her door.
"Wes hold on there is someone at the door." Annalise said approaching the door.
She couldn't imagine who it was at her door this early in the morning. She had given Bonnie and Frank the day off. She went to the door dressed in only her bathrobe and slippers. Nothing could have prepared her for the horror that was waiting for her at the door.
Annalise pulled the door open assuming it was Bonnie and the next thing she saw was a large man wearing a mask bursting into the door and pushed her down to the floor flinging the phone across the room. He then began beating her. Annalise felt a sharp pain to her face and forceful punch breaking her nose. The man didn't stop there he picked her up and threw her into the wall with such force it broke her arm. Annalise slid down onto the floor.
Annalise began screaming for help and crawling toward the phone.
"Wes help me please." Annalise screamed and cried as she crawled through her own blood to the cellphone.
"Annalise." Wes screamed back in a panic unable to help her.
Annalise then felt the beatings stop and hoped her attacker was done with her. She was horribly mistaken. Her attacker then flipped her over and fired three shots one to the chest. One shot to the arm and another to the leg.
"No one is going to love you. Anna Mae." The man said leaving her on the floor choking on her own blood.
"Annalise listen to me. I am on my way. If you can hang up the phone, I will call 911." Wes pleaded.
Wes knew that he couldn't help Annalise from his apartment so he ran out of his apartment all the while talking to Annalise on the phone.
Wes ran to his bike and made the twenty minute commute to campus. Once he reached Annalise's office, he saw all of the ambulances and police cars surrounding the house. He ran in the house and saw all of the blood and rushed over to inconsolable Bonnie who was standing by the stairs along with the rest of the Keating Five.
"Bonnie, How is she?" Wes asked afraid of her answer.
"Wes, Professor Keating was attacked." Michaela said taking over for Bonnie who was too upset to speak.
"I know she was attacked. We were talking just before, during and I heard everything. Now how is she?" Wes asked.
"Wes, Annalise died. She bled out right here in this room Bonnie found her." Michaela whispered.
Wes felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He couldn't believe his ears. He never got to confess his secrets to Annalise. He would have to carry that guilt for the rest of his life, but most of all he would never know if his beliefs about Annalise were true.
"Wes are you ok?" Laurel asked taking Wes's hand.
"That's exactly what Annalise asked me this morning." Wes said.
"Bonnie says the police need to interview you." Michaela says still in shock.
"Ok I'll help in any way I can, and I want to find out who did this to Annalise." Wes says following an officer into the next room.
Three days pass. Annalise's family had come to the funeral but had refused to stay in the house and since it was empty Bonnie decided to enter the still active crime scene to remember Annalise.
Bonnie goes upstairs to Annalise's bedroom and wraps herself in her bathrobe just so she can inhale her scent.
"Annalise, how can you be gone." Bonnie cries.
Wes enters the room hours later and finds Bonnie asleep on the bed. He doesn't wake her. Instead he goes to her nightstand and removes her hairbrush. He took several hairs from the brush and is on his way to the door when Bonnie wakes up.
"What the hell are you doing up here?" Bonnie asked getting up off of the bed.
"Look I just wanted to be near her things that remind me of her." Wes said.
"What the hell do you have in your hand? Is that her hair?" Bonnie yells jumping off the bed.
"Yes it is but I can't talk about it now. I have to go." Wes says reaching the door.
"You shouldn't even be up here." Bonnie yells still draped in Annalise's robe.
"At least I am not wearing her clothes and sleeping in her bed." Wes said coldly.
"You have no idea what my relationship with Annalise is like." Bonnie said matching his coldness through her tear stained face.
Bonnie and Wes stood in silence for a few moments until they were interrupted by the sound of Bonnie's phone. Bonnie finds her phone and sees a message from a blocked number.
"If you want to find out what happened to Annalise Keating. Meet at 133 Lincoln Street tomorrow night 9:00 p.m."
"Look I've got to go." Wes said beginning to cry.
"Wes why do you need her hair?" Bonnie asked sensing Wes's pain.
"Because, I have to do a maternity test." Wes said with tears streaming down his face.
"Annalise doesn't have any children." Bonnie said.
"I think she has a son." Wes said with tears now falling down his face.
"Who is this so called son? Have you met him?" Bonnie asked still in shock.
"It's me Bonnie. I think Annalise was my mother." Wes says breaking down in Bonnie's arms.
