Previously on TOUGH LOVE…..
Oliver’s pov:
I checked my phone.
It was filled with my dad’s texts.
DAD: I’m sorry son, please come home.
I scoffed at the messages…
Obviously I know it’s lying, ..but…for some reason i had a feeling mixture of anger and guilt.
I shook my head clearing it.
I set my phone down on charge on the cleaner dark brown nightstand.
I took out my favorite book.
…
Moby Dick.
It was my moms favorite as well.
She’d read it to me whenever the had thought I was so full of adventurous feeling. Whitch to her, was all the time.
…
I turned off all the other lights except
The bed lamp.
I layed down and started to read. Until I fell into a deep….deep…sleep…..
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The next morning****
Sunday: 8:05
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I am waken up by a my name being called.
I wake up with a jolt.
The light from the now open curtains force my eyes to squint.
Blocked the light with my left arm. Being careful not to irritate it.
Ron:” it’s time to wake up master Oliver. When you are ready, there will be breakfast ready for you.”
He stood there, chin held high, smiling at me.
I nodded.
Oliver:” thanks Ron “
He nods as he walks out of the room closing it.
I rub my eyes a bit and take a nice long stretch that just wakes up my body.
…
I sat up. Seeing new clothes at the edge of the bed with a note.
I got out of bed and grabbed the note.
It is signed in perfect cursive, you’d think one is living royalty.
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Note:”
I do hope they fit. After so, please join us for breakfast.
Signed ” Damon”
Damon….Us? Dose that mean …..his parents are here too??
I grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom.
.
I walked out the bathroom feeling fresh.
I may or may not have taken a shower before putting on the clothes.
The clothing was well fitted.
It was a dark blue suit. The top opened up in the middle, revealing my black turtle neck shirt.
The fabric of the pants were comfy and fit perfectly.
The black dress shoes I wear.. they almost look like they have been shined more then once.
I like the look.
…
I opened my door and started to walk down the hall.
Then down the stairs, where Ron was waiting for me.
Oliver:” s-sorry I took long Ron..”
Ron:” nonsense Master Oliver, you look quite astonishing sir.”
I smiled.
Oliver:” thank you Ron.”
He nodded and smiles slightly.
Ron:” very good sir, now if you’ll please follow me to the dining area, we have prepared a fresh breakfast for you. Mrs, and Mr, Hellings will be join you today, as well with Master Damon.”
He says as we peps his step in room after room, til we had reached the dining room doors.
Chattering can be heard from the other side of these double doors.
Ron opens them.
The voices become more louder and clearer.
Mrs. Hellings:” I am just wondering when the shipping will be there!…..No I am not going to the docks! That’s why I hired men to do It for me!…..no! …yes!….just bring in the papers, I’ll sign them when I return later!”
She slams her phone down.
Mrs. Hellings seemed like a elegant women. Posture all right, makeup well done, eyes seems sharp, her hair in golden blond, and in her semi-tight black dress, seems to say don’t fuck with me.
Mr. Hellings:” was that the company’s-“
Mrs. Hellings:” shipment aquirements?, yes….it was…I swear if they didn’t have brains of actual people, our company rates would be lower then the deepest roots in the earth!.”
Mr. Hellings seems more gentle.
He’s wearing a fixed up light blue tux with vertical darker blue lines, red tie well done, black hair slit back, with eyes that just tells you, it’s okay to approach me.
I stared at the two.
…
D-did I come at the wrong time?….
Damon:” oliver!”
I turned over and Damon stands up in his seat and walks over to me.
Mr and Mrs. Hellings seems to stop their conversation and payed attention to me.
Damon:” Did you sleep well?”
I nodded shyly.
Damon:” looks like the outfit fits….you look good.”
He says looking up and down at me.
Oliver:” thank you damon..”
…
I could’ve have sworn his face turned a darker shade.
Damon:” come, sit.”
He says as he gestures me to a seat next to him.
I sat in front of a display that only seems royalty.
Definitely not what I am used to.
Mrs. Hellings:” well? Aren’t you going to introduce us to your new handsome friend son?”
I looked over the Mrs hellings and she seemed intrigued.
She had her long fingers rested on her chin.
Mr. Hellings just seems layed back.
Damon:” mother, father, this is Oliver hillings. A friend. “
Mrs hellings:” Just a friend huh? Well how are you oliver?”
I flinch at the sudden question.
A powerful family. That’s who they are.
A bunch of royal….wolfs…..
….
Oliver:” im good.”
…
We sat in silence.
…akward….what am I supposed to say??
Damon broken the silence.
Damon:” Oliver is a friend from school. He had stayed the night here. Don’t bother him with questions.”
Mrs. Hellings:” well….why is he..beat up like that?”
She says as she points at my arm to my bit bruised up face that is healing.
Oliver:” it was just an accident. Nothing to worry about”
Damon looks at me with confusion.
They don’t need to know that I’ve been beaten up.
A slight “oh” came from her.
Mr hellings seems to be more fixated on the newspaper rather then us talking.
Next thing I knew, waiters came out with treys of, what it looks like a all you can eat.
It was French toast with sidings of eggs and sausages.
It smelled soooo…goooood….
Damon smirks at me just admiring the smell.
Damon:” are you hungry?”
..I nodded.
Yes I am! Considering I haven’t eaten in a while….. it feels like.
They set the food down.
I’m hesitant just in case they have a certain way of doing this…
As soon as they got their food, they just started eating, so I did as well.
Wow!…
….
I made a low hum to let everyone know it’s so good!!
The French toast is amazing!! Not too much cinnamon but the right amount! It’s nice and warm!
The eggs are perfectly scrambled..and the sausages aren’t dry but juicey!
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a decent meal.
Damon notices that I’m enjoying the breakfast and smiles.
I smile as well.
I clear my mouth with the orange juice that they had given me.
We all ate in silence for a bit.
Mr hellings:” so! Oliver, how’s school? What are you into?”
Damon:” father let him eat.”
He says seemingly annoyed.
Mr hellings :” well If the boy wants to speak, let him! No need to speak for him”
I just sat there in stun.
Oh!
Oliver:” um well, school is good. Mainly keeping to myself. Grades…are good. And I mainly just like reading books.”
Mr hellings:” ah well that’s very nice, I’m a book worm myself.”
He says as he lays his hand on his chest proudly.
….
Damon:” only when it comes to politics or your company.”
I snicker a bit at the moment.
But quickly stopped.
Mr hellings:” I am too a reader. I currently reading a book abou-“
Mrs. Hellings:” can we all…eat breakfast in peace?”
She interrupts him.
She stares at all of us.
Mr. Hellings :” yes ma’am.”
He went on eating.
I just smile.
A nice family….
…
.
The waiters and maids had cleaned up our messes.
One of them stopped me cuz I am so used to cleaning after myself.
Damon’s mom went to work with Mr. Hellings.
It’s crazy that they own their own CEO company. No wonder they are all so crazy rich.
I stood in the living room waiting for Damon.
I looked around the living room.
Again…filled with trophies of Damon’s sports that he dose. Football, hockey, track, boxing, wrestling. Man he dose alot.
I walked over by the fireplace.
It was brick but smooth and a clean red.
Above it hanged a family picture.
It looked painted.
It was a Mrs and Mr Hellings. With a child. I assume that’s Damon.
He looks so. Happy….
Mrs hellings is wearing a blood red dress, with shorter blonde hair.
She is sitting in a maroon colored chair, legs crossed and hands rested on her knees.
Mr hellings is standing with a straight pose with one hand on the top of the chair.
While Damon is standing in the middle. Right between the two of them.
With a black tux, and a smile on his face.
He ..looks now seems more intense and intimidating.
But calm and soothing in a way.
….
Damon:” oliver”
A deep demanding voice can be heard behind me.
I turned to see that Damon was in a different tux.
He was wearing a dark gray tux with black shoes.
The tux seems to fit him perfectly but enough to show his fit body.
Shit he’s hot….
Oliver:” yes?”
Damon gose closer to me.
I stood still.
I raises his hand to my collar of the suit.
Fixing it.
The slight tugs to my neck just makes me even more still.
……
I go red.
He smirks.
He leans in closer…..
…
His tall figure stands in front of me.
He goes by my ear and breaths ever so slightly.
….
Damon:” blue looks good on you. Matches your eyes.”
My stomach feel like a whole butterfly migration is happening.
What even is happening!?!??!?!
He steps back.
Oliver:” u-uh thank you Damon”
He smiles, knowing that this is making me crazy.
Why is he doing this???
…….
Okay changing the subject !!!
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Oliver:” so! It must’ve been crazy huh? All those trophies, alot of hard work?”
He looks around the room of golden metals and trophies, but frowns.
Damon:” yes they happen to take hard work, but neither was my passion to do.”
…..
Oliver:” is making art, your passion?”
He nods yes.
Damon:” there’s just something about art that doesn’t quite match up with tackling someone to the ground, or scoring a field goal.”
…….
Damon…..a work of art….
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Oliver:” but you still do art. And your amazing at it. That painting you did the other day? Of me? It amazed me. I’ve never met someone as talented as you.”
He looks at me with softness in his eyes.
…..
Damon:” oliver I-“
Ring*** ring*** ring****
My phone in my pocket rings.
I took it out.
….
It was dad.
Oliver:” im sorry…it’s important. “
He nods.
I walk to another room.
…
….
I took a deep sigh…
I don’t even know why I answered….
I wanted to keep talking to damon.
I held the phone to my ear.
Oliver:” hello?
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Rick:” oy…..oliver…”
His voice sounded like the same rusty bit since I left yesterday morning.
Oliver:”….yes?…”
Rick:” did…you get my messages..?.”
Oliver:” I did….”
I said … hesitantly .
Rick:” ………look…..i need you home……….”
He voice firm.
Rick:” you…just…need to come home…..okay?……”
…
Come home?
My mind seems to be angry and stunned.
…
The desperate sound in his voice isn’t convincing.
Rick:” … say something…….goddammit…..”
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Oliver:” ….what do you want me to say?………huh?…….that i-im sorry?….”
Words come out but hesitantly….
….
Rick:” no…I just need …”
I cut him off……I’m just filled with anger…..
Oliver:” you just what…dad?……..that you were drunk? And what you said was all because of the alcohol talking??”
Rick:” I didn’t know alright?!……. I had No one else to blame but you. It all started with you!”
…….
….what!?
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Oliver:” what happen to her…!…..wasn’t my fault.!!…..she said so herself!……and you still believed that it was me?..”
…
There was a moment of long pause….
Rick:” yes….I do…….I don’t know why. But my brain can’t seem to get another reason in my head.”
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Oliver:” ……she was sick……!…….her body…couldn’t fight it off…..”
Rick:” fuck!…..no…it wasnt….!…..”
He stopped talking for a bit.
Me on the other hand, pissed off, speechless, and a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Rick:” just……come…home…….now..”
Then he hangs up.
The fuck!?
I gripped my phone.
The bastard wants me to come home!??
Yeah fucking right!!!
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Damon:” oliver?…..is everything alright?”.
A concerning voice from Damon filled the room.
….
…
I took a deep breath.
Damon’s voice….it’s soothing….
I turned around and smiled.
Oliver:” yes! I’m alright!”
Damon:” was that your father?”
…
He stares at me dead in the eye.
Oliver:” yes. It was. He wants me home. “
Damon:” do you have a specific time?”
I scoffed.
Oliver:” I’ll go home when I want to.”
At this…
Damon raised an eyebrow.
Damon:” you didn’t seemed like that the other night. When you were frantically trying to get home, cause of your ” Curfew “.”
I chuckled nervously.
Oliver:” it’s complicated okay?”
Damon:” when is anything NOT complicated with you?”
Oliver:” I dunno…I’m just a complicated person”
Damon tilted his head abit.
…
Just stares at me.
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Oliver:” …what?…”
..
Damon:” nothing…..just looking..”
His eyes scans me up and down.
What is he doing?
..
Next thing I knew, Ron walks in.
Ron:” I hate to interrupt you Master Damon,….Master oliver….”
Damon looks over at Ron.
Damon:” what is it Ron?”
Ron:” Sir you are needed by your mother. She requires you to be at her office in 30.”
I looked at damon.
He seemed annoyed.
Damon:” alright, I’ll be there. Oliver, would you like to come with? Since, you can go home, ” whenever you want to”.”
I raise my eyebrow at him.
This prick…
Oliver:” yeah, sure I’ll go with.”
Ron:” very good, the car is already started. “
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.
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Some time after we drove off***
Damon was driving what seems like 90 miles per hour!
I looked at damon, yeah…he seems pissed off. For some reason???
Oliver:” you good??”
I say almost yelling.
He dose realize BOTH of us are in this car right!?
…
He takes a sigh and slows down.
Damon:” I apologize if I’m being a speed demon. “
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I look at with my brows firm and nose a bit scrunched.
Oliver:” got something on your mind? You seem pissed. Just dont drive pissed off.”
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He takes a light chuckle.
Damon:” I am not upset. It is just when my mother calls me to the office, it’s just another career path she has planned for me. Although I have no interests in doing so.”
Oliver:” then why do you go?”
Damon:” she’ll make me do it, one way or another. She only wants what best for me. Although she’s one to keep it in the family.”
Keeping it in the family?
Meaning she’s trying to keep the name alive?
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Oliver:” what dose she want you to do? As a career, I mean?”
Damon:” modeling,…..or her place in the chair.”
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Oliver:” is that the only two she’s giving you…?…”
Damon:” as of right now..?…yes….but……I keep turning it down. Modeling isn’t really my strong suit, and I do not think I am entirely qualified to be in her chair just yet.”
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Oliver:” take your time. No rush. Plus dose your mom know you like art?”
Damon jerks his head a bit.
Damon:” yes and no. She knows that I am an artist, And I’d love to present it to many others, but like I said she isn’t the , follow your dream type. More like follow in my footsteps type.”
Oliver:” has she always been so controlling?”
Damon:” as time grew older, she has. She trying to keep businesses in the family name.”
Ah….thought so.
Oliver:” I say do whatever your heart wants to do. If it says art, then hell!! Do art.”
Damon gives a slight chuckle.
Damon:” thank you oliver”
He gives a nice smile.
….
My face warms up and a feeling turns in my stomach.
No..no…no no no I am not!
Fuck!
I turn away quickly.
I am not having feelings for him.
I am not.
Am I?
No.
Maybe??
Shit!
No! He’s just a good friend!!
Friendddddd!
Just a fucking good friend…
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Ohhhh…I’m fuckedddd…….
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To be continued…..
Next update soon…
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