Previously on TOUGH LOVE…..
Oliver’s pov
GASP….
I wake up with a sudden gasp.
It was a dream.
I see the sun is setting.
I checked the clock and it was 5 o’clock.
Dame I slept the whole day away.
Maybe I can still head to mom’s beach….
I got up from the bench and stretched…
Started to walk down the road….passing houses and trees…
I took out my wired ear buds and put on calm soothing music…..
…
Now****
Oliver’s pov
..time lapes***
The sun starts to set.
I’ve been walking for 20 mins.
But less houses are shown, so I know I’m close to mom’s beach.
…..
The real thing I should be thinking about…is what I’m going to do…
I know dad is a crazy fucken drunk with a another women who’s weird and drunk.
…..
…
Fuck….I don’t know what to do…
He’s probably going to be even more violent if I go back..
I’m just going to stay away…and maybe go back on tomorrow night.
Everything’s gone wrong…..
Shit….
….
Time lapes…
By the time I’ve reached mom’s beach it was night.
The only thing laminating the beach is the full mood above the sea.
…
I’ve continued to walk along the beach.
Away from the people around a bonfire in the distance.
I took off my shoes to enjoy the sand between my feet.
I smile.
All the stress, trouble and anger….it’s all gone when i come here…
I lay down on the sand, setting my bookbag behind my head to lay on, after taking out moms pink seashell.
Just listening to the waves….playing around with the seashell….
I miss her…so much……
Things seems alot harder now that she’s gone…..
…
Oliver:” hey mom…been a while….”
I always talk to mom when I’m here.
I know maybe she isn’t listening but…it seems to what keeps me sane so far.
Oliver:” dad is…..being a asshole again…..,…..he brought home a women…he seems to move on a bit….but…..he seems to hold a grudge against me…..hes gotten more violent………hes been also …saying it’s my fault….that your gone….,……im….not…going to believe it…., you never believed…….it….so ….I’m not gunna………….I’ve met a new person. His name is Damon. He just seems like the only one to take interest even talking to me. He even got Dick exspelled….he’s amazing…..I just hope I don’t lose a friend like him, like others I’ve lost…………………….anyway…..I going to leave you to rest again……I love you mom….”
Then I held the shell to my chest…..
And closed my eyes….as the sounds of the waves seems to become closer and louder…
Mmm…
“Oliver?”
..
Huh?…
I jolted as I got up quickly.
Damon?
Damon:”I was not expecting to see you prescent here.”
I got up brushing off the sand while still holding the shell.
Then I looked at him.
His tall apparition was there…looking even more beautiful in the moonlight.
Oliver:” neither was I. What are you doing here?”
Damon:” that bombfire over there….is where I’m with some friends.”
Oliver:” oh that’s cool…”
Damon:” may I ask you the same?”
Oliver:” oh! I just come here to think”
Then he gave me a face…as if he was squinting…
Then he stepped closer to me, raising his hand towards me.
I flinched a tiny bit as he put his hand on my cheek.
Gesturing his thumb softly over the bruise on my cheek.
Damon:” what happened”
His voice now serious, deep, and firm.
Oliver:” nothing I just fell”
Damon:” I only had saw you yesterday. How did you manage you fall?”
He dosnt need to care so much..
Even if I would want to tell him what’s been going on. It’ll be too dangerous.
Ever since my mom died my dad has been violent and careless. He wouldn’t care to even try to kill someone.
Sometimes he almost even killed me.
What happened earlier…wasn’t…the worst he’s done.
The worst time he’s beaten me up is when he had found out I was gay.
I had my phone in the kitchen, I was on the phone with a friend….well…they were my friend.
My dad happen to hear them on the phone saying I should keep me being gay a secret til I’m ready to say that I am.
Boy was he furious……..
Beat me nearly half to death. I didn’t get to go to school for an entire week. My teachers were questioning me why I look a bit beat up. I just said I got into a car accident..
The whole month he’s been ignoring me and saying faggot under his breath. Soon he talked to be again but still seemed pissed off.
I remember him saying
Rick:” your friend was joking right? Your fucking into women..got me?!”
I nearly threw up from the thought.
Damon:” Oliver!!”
I flinched.
Not knowing I was out of it. Lost in my own thought that I nearly forgot he was there.
Nearly…
….
…
Oliver:” oh! Right..I was walking up the step til I lost my footing and fell on my face on the railing. It bruised it.”
He grabs me by my chin and pulls me in closer…
I go red.
I don’t think he’ll see me going red considering it’s dark and the moonlight is just lighting the night.
He pulls me closer as observes the bruise more clearly.
Damon:” that is not. A railing bruise.
It looked like someone had took a hit to your face.”
Oliver:” how would you know, you weren’t there..”
Damon:” I’ve been in a couple of fights. I know what a bruised punch looks like.”
Oliver:” you had one too?”
Damon:” no. But I gave someone it. But who had hit you?”
Oliver:” I told you, I fell.”
Damon:” yes, then you had admitted that you were hit when you said “you had one too”..”
Shit…I wasn’t not careful.
Oliver:” its ..non of your concern.”
I say shifting his hand away and stepping back.
Damon gave me a serious but gentle look.
Damon:” was it your father?”
Oliver:” I said it’s non of your concern “
Damon:” was it because you had came home late last night?”
Oliver:” I SAID ITS NON OF YOUR-“
I stopped realizing that I got too heated and yelled at him.
Oliver:” s-shit I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me-“
I was stopped my Damon pulling me and wrapped his arms around me.
He was hugging me.
Damon:” I apologize. I did not mean to push you to answer questions.”
I stood there shocked of the situation.
As Damon has his head rested on top of mine.
Damon…is hugging me. Dose he feel remorse? Pity?
Shit I’m overthinking again
…
I broke off the hug.
Oliver:” okay! Um t-thank you! For your kind gesture, but I think I need to go….”
Damon:” of course, I assume your going back home?”
Oh right. Mmm
I cant right now……I still don’t want to go back. Not with them….
Oliver:” y-yeah I guess”
I picked up my bookbag til I realized something.
Mom’s pink shell!!
Shit!!!
I checked my pockets.
Wait I had it in my hand!!
Did I drop it without knowing!?!
Damon:” is something wrong?”
Oliver:” yes! No! I mean it’s fine I’m just trying to look for something..”
I looked around my bookbag..
Nothing!
Damon:” what is it that you are looking for?”
Oliver:” the pink shell that I had in my hand! Its my mom’s…..she gave it to me! And I think I dropped it! “
Damon:” maybe she can give you a new one”
Shit he’s dosnt even know.
Shit shit shit
I can’t…lose this shell!
I kept searching the sand.
Damon helped.
Come on where is it!?
…..
Damon:” is this it?”
He held up mom’s pink seashell up.
Oliver:” yes!! Thats it!!”
I walked over to him as he handed it to me.
Oliver:” thank you!! Where did you find it!??”
Damon:” it was right where you were standing. You did not see it?”
No I didn’t! I didn’t even check under me.
Oliver:” thank you!!! Honestly!! I don’t know how I can bare to lose this.”
Damon:” your mother gave that to you?”
Oliver:” yes…before….she had passed…”
Damon just looked at me with dullness eyes.
Damon:” I apologize….I did not know-“
Oliver:” it’s okay. Really. I didn’t tell you. So it’s okay.”
Damon:” Mmm”
I put the shell in my bookbag where it won’t get lost again.
Damon:” I know you may want to leave. But since you are already here. Would you like to accompany me with the bombfire?”
Oliver:” oh…I don’t know….I’m not entirely good…on that whole social thing…”
Damon:” it’s alright. You don’t have to speak to anyone if don’t want too.”
Mmm
I guess it’s okay…
I mean I definitely do not plan on going back home tonight….
Oliver:” alright then”
Damon:” okay follow me oliver”
I did.
….
As we arrived at the bomb fire, people were laughing, cheering and music was playing.
They were drinking beers and having the time of their lives.
Oliver:” pff I’ve never thought of you as the eventful type”
Damon:” I could say the same thing about you oliver”
He says as he smiles.
Oliver:” I’m not, I’m just going cuz you convinced me…”
I chuckle.
……..
……
” hey!! Damon!!! My main man!!!”
A girl ran up.
And punched Damon in his arm.
Of course Damon didn’t budge.
Damon:” Hello rhea”
Rhea:” hey man!!!!!!!”
Damon:” Oliver, this is Rhea, a friend,……Rhea this Oliver “
Rhea:” oliiiiverrrrrr….nice to meet you dude!!!”
He said as she took my hand and shook it.
Oliver:” hello.”
Rhea:” what brings you here oliver??”
Oliver:” oh, I was just invited by him”
Rhea:” oh?”
Damon:” yes I did invite him while he was here.”
Rhea looked at me and then back at damon.
Then smirked in a sneaky and creepy way.
Rhea:” ohhhh~~~ you invited himmmmm, is he your friennnnd¿~”
She says as she strokes down my arm.
Damon went in between me and her.
Damon:” yes he is a friend”
I knew what Rhea was up too.
The innocent face, with purple hair, rebel looking clothing and her 5’7 height is not fooling anyone.
She was purposely trying to make Damon jealous.
But why??
Rhea:” awe alright ~~~~ yall enjoy the party!! WOOOOOOOOHOOO”
Damon then turned to me.
Damon:” I apologize. She isn’t usually like that……scratch that, she’s always like that ..”
I laughed…
……
Oliver:” it’s okay, your friend seems nice.”
Damon:” Mmm”
He grunts, As he turns away.
Mmm
….
Time later***
Damon was showing me how to interact with other people.
So I would be less nervous or pissed of automatically when they speak to me.
Seems to be alot of nice people here.
Oliver:” hey damon.”
Damon:” yes?”
Oliver:” do all of these people go to our school or?”
Damon:” well yes…it’s mainly an event for our school. It’s a choice to go. Haven’t you heard of it?”
Oliver:” let’s just say I’m glad your helping me being more of an extrovert.”
He chuckles.
Damon:” I’d thought you’d be more of a tough shell to go through. “
Oliver:” …wwwait “
Damon:” oh? Your saying you have a tough shell?”
Oliver:” you’d be surprised what I can Handle “
Damon looked at me with a smirk.
Oliver:” where do we get drinks?”
Damon:” they only have beer. I’m not sure if you’d want any”
Oliver:” ah no, thank you”
..
I don’t want to be an alcoholic like my dad.
At this time most people has alright left.
Then Rhea came up all drunk.
Rhea:” IMMA liTLe tea PoT! “
Damon:” Rhea, you over did it again…”
Damon got up and help Rhea up.
Damon:” where’s Alex?”
Who’s Alex?
Alex:” oy I’m here love”
A British accent .
I looked over here I see a almost a fully buff women. Short ginger hair with a athletic fit.
Alex:” I got her. Bloody hell darling, I told you not to drink so much. Come on let’s get you home.”
Alex took Rhea away from Damon and said goodnight.
Oliver:” that’s alex?”
Damon:” Rhea’s girlfriend. “
Oliver:” ohhhh…”
Everyone was heading home.
Trash was picked up and the fire was going out.
Damon:” are you sure you want to go back home? If you want I can have the nurses patch you up.”
Oliver:” I dont want to go to just because I’m getting hurt or I’m in trouble. My wounds feel better then yesterday. And I thank you for that. I really do not want to bother you at all.”
Damon:” you aren’t bothering me. And I only want to patch you up only because everytime I see you, you seem to be in trouble or your hurt.”
That’s true……
Damon:” but my offer is still on the table. Do you want to stay at my house for the night. If not I’ll just give you a ride home.”
That was on the table? I guess him offering me to get patched up was the offer.
Mmm I guess I have no choice. Where else am I gunna stay?
Oliver:” alright. I’ll stay with you for the night”
I say as I grab my bookbag and hoist it over my shoulder.
With that being said me and him head to the car.
…
At Damon’s house***
Oliver:” dame, I will not forget how big this place is”
He chuckles.
The nurses came over and gave me an icepack for the bruise I have on my cheek.
Told me it wasn’t that bad and it’ll go away in couple of days.
They also checked on my previous wounds.
My broken fingers left hand, the word fag I had carved into my left arm, couple of bruises that was caused by dick and his goons the other day.
Glad they are healing now…
…..
Damon:” I have a spare room. You can sleep there if you’d like.”
Oliver:” oh alright.”
Ron the butler took my things upstairs.
I went upstairs following Damon.
Then we went to a door.
Then Ron opened it.
Wow….
It’s huge…
It’s like the same as Damon’s room but different.Â
The color here is black mainly.
But it’s beautiful…
Wait!!!
I quickly ran over to the bed and jumped on it.
Oliver:” ohhhhh yeahhhhh….”
I said as I layed on the comfy bed.
It’s like lying on a fucking clouddddddd.
Damon smiles and chuckles as he looked at me.
I quickly got up almost embarrassed….
Oliver:” its…comfy..”
Damon:” heh…I can tell.. alright we will leave you too it. Goodnight oliver”
Oliver:” goodnight Damon…and thank you.”
They both walked out leaving me in the room….
Shitttt.
I can get used to this tho.
I get my book bag.
I had packed spare clothes.
Sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
Took off my shoes , and left my socks on
Ahhh…now I feel comfy.
I might just read a bit.
I took out a book. Called Moby Dick.
I love this book. It was one of mom favorites.
I turned off some lights except the one by the bed.
Put my phone on charge.
Then I checked my messages..
It was from my dad.
Rick:” son come home. I’m sorry. Come home.”
I feel like he’s lying. He’d never apologize to me…….Tho….
Some part of me feel guilt but anger at the same time……I can’t deal with that right now…..I’ll go back tomorrow.
…
Then I plopped down on the bed.
Opened the book and began reading…
….
As I was reading I felt myself….going into a deep…deep…deep…..sleep…
To be continued…….
Next update soon***
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