Previously…on TOUGH LOVE
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Oliver’s pov
Oliver:” well….shit!…..”
Knowing that I turned red in front of damon!!
…
I walked to my next, thinking how funny it was when dick got hit with the dodge ball.
Now****
Oliver’s pov
After school***
I always walk home.
I take bus to school but walk home.
For a good reason…
Again, I like being out then at school.
It’s the beginning of October so it’s not very cold to walk.
…. I walk down the streets.
It isn’t busy or noisy.
There are mainly trees spreaded apart perfectly. Shaped the same. Color unique.
A nice shade of green.
The sun shines with the cool breeze.
This reminds me of going to the beach with my parents.
My mother always loved going to the beach.
She would find seashells with me.
While my dad would set up the umbrellas and chairs.
She loved pink seashells.
She gave me one and I kept it. I still have it. It’s a core memory I have of her.
I miss her….so much……
…
Time lapes…
Eventually I arrived at my house.
I took a deep breath before going in.
I opened the door.
Jesus….it’s fucking smokey as hell in here.
I smell the combination of beer and weed.
I looked around only to see my dad passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand. With the TV on playing hockey teams.
…
I looked in the kitchen to the living room.
He made a wreak…
…
I went to the kitchen and put the 6 packs of beer in the fridge.
Cleaned up remaining beer spilled on the counter.
The ashtray on the table, threw away the ashes in the trey.
Then wiped down the counters.
Good. It looks much better.
Now the livingroom.
I quietly picked up the empty beer bottles and put them in the trash.
Picked up the pizza boxes and threw it away as well.
Okay what else….
Ah.
I cleaned up the glass he threw at me earlier.
Rick:” umm nah…mmma..”
The sound of the crunching classes being moved by the broom and dustpan makes him grone a bit.
Shit…be quiett…quiet….
I finished the try to be as quiet as possible throw it away.
Good…
It’s finished.
The put the broom and dustpan away.
I went back to the living room.
The atmosphere when my dad’s in here….
Between the deer head hanging off the wall above the TV.
The shotgun that is in a display case on the shelve beside the TV.
The smoke around the room.
The old leather brown couch he’s currently laying on.
It’s uncomfortable…..
…
My dad has changed…alot…..
Of course….since that day….
…
I took a glance at him.
…mmm…
I started to walk to the hallway.
…
I feel..like…I’m missing something…..
Til..
Glass shattered***
Shit….
Rick:” Awee!! Fuck!! Goddammit!!”
I’m guessing he dropped his bottle in his hand…
I forgot to grab that…..
Rick:” shit!”
He got up.
I slowly backed up quietly…..
Knowing he’s gunna bring this upon me.
…
Rick:” ughh….fucking A……”
He looks around.
I ran to my room as soon as he looked at me…
Rick:” fucking ….oliver!!!….come fucking….clean….this…..this…uh..”
He says in slurs.
I closed the door, locking it.. his voice now muffled.
I could hear his words slur. Drunk.
I hate it….
He gets violent when he’s this way.
If I would go over there and fucking clean it up. I’d get beat by him either way…
It happend….too many times….
I could hear footsteps outside my door.
Rick:” open the door oliver….”
He rattles the doorknob…
Then pound on the door.
I just back away from the door…til I meet my bed.
Rick:” Open this fucking door now oliver!!!”
Shit….
I just sat down on the floor by my bed….covering my ears..
He’ll go away…
Just give it time….
He pounds on the door more and louder.
BAM BAM**
Rick:” OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW OLIVER, OR SO HELP ME!”
go away……your drunk…..fucking idiot….your fucking drunk!
Rick:” you always fucking do this!!!….you hibernate in your fucking room like some fucking depressed son of a fucking-!”
He pounds the door.
Rick:” you did this….on that day too…..fucking bastard! You don’t care do you!??!! Your fucking glad aren’t you!!??”
Fuck!
Oliver:” GO AWAY! You fucking drunk!!!”
This seemed to make him more angry….
He pounds on the door…
Breaking the door wide fucking open..
The plank on the side of the door was popped open from him forcefully opening the door. ..
He walks in….
I’m still on the floor moving back…
Shit… fuck….
Rick:” your gunna fucking learn…..to fucking listen..”
This point I’m heavily breathing,…..
He takes off his belt and folds it and holds the ends…
Oliver:” dad please…your drunk.. just stop”
He holds it up…
He has tears in his eyes….
Rick:” all your fucking fault……..”
He goes to swing……til…
Ding dong****
…..saved…by the..bell…….literally……
Rick:” FUCK!”…..
he points the belt at me…
Rick:” pull that shit again……..see what happens…”
I shakingly nodded while he walks out to get the door.
I never felt more angry…….
my fault?!?…..
I threw the book near me at a wall…
And I teared….
That bastard……
…..
Rick:” thank you…have a good day.”
I could hear him from the other room.
The smell quickly fills the house.
He bought pizza again.
I could hear him getting a beer from the fridge …
Then sat for a moment…
I’m guessing he’s back the Dame game….
I stood up and walked over to my door…
Shit…
He busted it…
I closed the door as much as I could…
The plank on the side stops it from closed fully. But it’s to the point the sounds are muffled again……
I took a deep breath….
And I just start bursting into tears….
Not too loud tho…
God why…..dose this shit happen…..
Time lapes***
Next day***
I wake up and get ready.
Again dad is on the couch drink sleep.
Fucken..bastard….
…
I go out to my bus stop.
There were a few girls there as well.
Hot ones.
But none to my attention.
Clearly(gay)
….
I’m standing 10 feet away from them.
While they just giggled in excitement..
Mm like are they good???
RUMMM VROOMM**
a loud engine can be heard down the street….
What?..
A car. An expensive one.
A Lamborghini…
Pulls up next to the girls.
They giggled.
“Hey baby”
“How are you doing hotty?”
The girls say to whoever is in the car.
The girls get in the car laughing and squealing.
The loud engine roars.
This made me cover my ears.
Then it quiet down.
Then it drove off quieter then before.
What the fuck was that?
The bus came 5 mins later….
At school***
I got off the bus.
Then I heard the familiar squeals again.
I looked and it was that Lamborghini again.
…
…
They were leaning on the car waiting by the drivers door.
A man gets out..
Damon….
Oh right. The only of this kind of rich guy…. gets a expensive car like this.
I make my way inside the school.
…
I walk to my locker.
I shoved my books in and the ones I needed out.
The halls started to clear.
I walked down til…
I get pulled to the side in a dark room.
The person seemed to cover my mouth and hold my arms back.
I dropped my books.
I cant fucking see!! What the fuck!?
Then I felt a sharp pain my stomach.
Someone had punched me in my gut…
UGH!
Oliver:” ….What….?”
I say shuddering my words.
A light came on.
I’m in a janitors closet…
….
” hello..princess…”
Oh fuck…..
Dick….was right there in front of me.
Two of his goons were holding me .
Oliver:” the fuck dick!?!!!”
Dick:” shutddup!”
He says punching me in the gut again..
Oliver:” ohh..fuck…”
I say as my voice strands. And I cough.
Dick:” you embarrassed me yesterday…….”
Oliver:” technically you embarrassed yourself..”
Dick:” shut the fuck up!”
He punches me in the face..
That fucken hurt…..
He grabs my face with his hand and pulls it towards him.
I could see a bandage on his nose from the hit.
I chuckle…
Oliver:” got a nose job dick?”
He got pissed.
He nodded at his goons.
They both looked at each other and nodded..
Uh oh………..
The two goons hold me down on the floor…
Oliver:” what the fuck dick!!?!? ……Let me go you assholes!!!”
Then one of the guys took a rag and put it on my mouth and tied it in the back.
Oliver:” MMMMmmmMmmm!!!”
I tried fucking screaming but all you could hear was my muffles.
The goons still holding me down.
Dick:” fucken time you learn fag.”
Oliver:” MMmMmm!”
The fuck is he guna do!!?
He takes out a knife.
Oh shit…
He pulls up my sleeve.
I tried to move as much as I could….but I can’t budge…..
He holds down my face to the side, while his goons holds my body and my left arm down..
Dick:”let’s damage this arm more shall we?”
He says looking at my wrap that I have covering my broken fingers..
Dick:” now what are you? Say it with me.”
Oliver:” MmMM MMM”
I tried screaming ….”.fuck you!” ….He’s fucking crazy!!!
I tried kicking but dick just sat on my legs, preventing them from moving..
I’ll admit….I’m scared….
….
He holds the knife towards my forearm…
Again I tried to move.
Dick:” UGH HOLD HIM STILL DAMMIT!”
oliver:” MMmmmMmMMM”
At this point tears starts to run down my face….
He sees…… and
He just laughs..
Then he just starts carving into my skin of my forearm….
Oliver:” MMMmmMmMM”
FUCK.. THIS PAIN…ITS FUCKING UNBEARABLE!!”
I could feel the fucking writing He is carving
…F
..a
..g
I clenched my arm from the Dame pain…
He got done with that.
I could feel the blood slowly sliding down…
Dick:” one word down….”
He says as he goes to my other forearm.
No no please…
Oliver:” mmMmMmM!”
You could me sorta wimper and begged.
Begging him to stop.
Dick:” shall we write princess?
Goon:” fucking do it.”
They laugh.
No fucking stop!!!!!
Oliver:” MMMmmMmm!”
Again keeps his hand on side of my face to keep it down.
And puts the knife on my forearm…
No!
KNOCK KNOCK*****
T-theres someone at the door!!
Oliver:” MmMMMMMMmmm!!!”
Dick:” shut the fuck up”
He punches my face.
Right on my eye.
I could feel a sharp cut by my right..eye..
The door is locked….who is it…..
Please….help….
Everything slowly goes black…..
……help……
….
It goes silent….
It’s all black….
…then i….hear……
“L-look I’m sorry….h-hes fine! It was j-just a joke!!!…Just d-dont…!”
Then his voice cuts off….
Who was that…..
….
Mmm…
Then I feel someone pick me up…
So gentle…..
I opened my eyes a bit..
It was blurry….
But it was a man….
He carried me in a bridal style….
Gentle with my head…. he seems strong…..
Mmm….
Who is he?…..
Then everything went silent.
Like a deep…deep…sleep…
…..
To be continued…..
Next update soon….
Who’s the mystery man??
Will Oliver be ok?
Come back to finds out boisss and dudeeesss
Biiiiii
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