Previously on TOUGH LOVE…..
Oliver’s pov:
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Oliver:” well I say do what your heart wants! And if it wants art? Then hell! Do art!”
Damon gives a chuckle.
Then smiles.
Damon:” Thank you oliver..”
…….
Wow…..
His handsome face almost glows within the morning sun.
I can feel my face go warm and a exciting feeling in my stomach.
I turned away quickly.
No…..no no no no I am not!!!
I refuse!
I am not starting feelings.
He’s just a good friend!
Friend….
A good fucking friend.
….
I’m so fucked……
…now****
Oliver’s pov:
At the Hellings CEO office**
we drove towards a large tall silver building. To the left was opening a large door that goes to upper parking spaces.
But before that I took a good look at the building.
The Bold silver letters spelling HELLINGS CORP.S across it.
I looked up at the building, it’s blocking the sun from my eyes as we drove.
Dame, even their own fucking building.
Seriously….who are these people?
…
Damon:” you aright?”
I looked over at damon.
Oliver:” yeah, just looking,…….hey how come I’ve never heard of you guys? I mean Hellings CORPS seems very famous. Considering the huge building and it’s many people.”
…
Damon:” this place is across towns, it’ll be irrelevant to your neighborhoods.”
Oliver:” okay makes sense, how long, have you guys has this?”
…
I say pointing around the lot as he kept driving up and round.
..
Damon:” my mother and father always had this company, even before me. Over 30 years they’ve had this company. “
The tires screeching echos through the parking lot as we parked.
We both got out.
Oliver:” Whoa this place is huge…”
My voice slightly echos through the dimed lighted lot.
Cars lined up. With parking lot numbers behind them.
….
Damon’s car keys clinged in his pocket as he walked.
Damon:” follow me.”
Damon walks away to an elevator about 20 feet away.
I quickly follow.
Ding*
The elevator doors opened.
The walls were wooden, with silver railings around, at waist height.
We stepped inside.
The doors closed.
I could feel the elevator moving up.
It gives a tingle feeling in my heart.
I take a breath.
Damon:” not used to elevators?”
I nod no.
Oliver:” can’t remember the last time I was in an elevator. “
Damon:” not to mention that we are going up hundreds of floors.”
I gave him a shocking look.
Oliver:” what floor we going to?!”
Damon:” the top one. 217th floor. “
What!?
Oliver:” jeez I knew this building was tall didn’t know it was 217 floors tall…”
Damon chuckles.
Some time passes as we reached the top floor.
Elevators doors opened.
Damon fixes his tie before walking through.
I follow behind.
Office cubicle are all around us.
Phones going off. Chattering, printers, it seems very busy.
I seem to notice a certain group of people talking but then seemed to notice Damon.
Then the people huddled around Damon asking him questions.
People pushed and pushed.
I got pushed back, whitch sent be to fall back a bit.
Damon:” I’ll answer all of your questions later, for now I must go. I have a meeting to attend to.”
He keeps walking forward as people followed him.
I didn’t move. Too many people crowding him.
“Enough”
A female voice can be heard behind me.
I turned and stepped back.
It was Mrs Hellings.
Mrs hellings:” will you all stop crowding him!? Don’t you all have jobs to do!? If your unsure about somthing or have any questions, see to it to my office later! Now back away! “
Everyone immediately backed away from Damon.
Damon:” mother.”
Mrs:” Damon, in my office, will you please. Oh! And you’ve brought your friend how lovely. He can come too.”
Damon, Mrs hellings and I head towards the office doors whee security had opened for us.
Her office was huge.
It had a brown desk in the middle.
It had a laptop in center of it with folders and planners on the side.
The window behind it showed the beautiful city.
Two seated chairs was in front of the desk facing it.
Couches was on the side with a glass table.
Mrs hellings sat behind the desk in her chair.
Mrs hellings:” do you know why I had called you here Damon?”
Damon looked at her blankly.
Damon:” I assume to go over the career plans you have settled up for me? Though I have to say still….I am not interested. “
She chuckles.
Mrs Hellings:” no…not this time Damon.”
A confused look shown on Damon’s face.
Mrs Hellings:” it’s more discussing what you are doing now. As you know you are in heir of my chair when I shall retire from here. The company will be in your hands. Though you may not feel like your ready, but that’s why I am providing you with partnership before you take heir and after.”
Damon:” partnership? Meaning what and who exactly?”
Mrs hellings lifted herself from her chair.
Mrs hellings:” meaning…you may need some assistance when you own this company. Now I don’t doubt your persistence in achieving anything really, but if you feel like you can’t do this alone, we’ll you aren’t alone. You have Mr. Dalon to help you.”
Quickly Damon’s head turns towards his mom.
Damon:” mother I appreciate the help your trying to do here, but I beg of you. Anyone besides him.”
Mrs Hellings:” im afraid not. His father is now collided with us, so we have but no other choice to accept his son, as your…partner in this company. I do apologize. For I did try to claim someone else.”
She says putting her hand on her forehead.
Oliver:” who’s Mr. Dalon?”
Damon looks at me as if he had almost forgotten I was here.
Damon:” no one you should worry about oliver.”
Damon says as he seems to be pissed and annoyed.
Who’s Mr. Dalon?
Mrs Hellings:” well I won’t keep you here longer, Mr. Dalon will be here….later on. I’ll have a talk with him.”
That was until the doors behind us had open.
Mrs. Hellings:” or he will be here now…”
A man walks through the door.
He seems mine and Damon’s age.
Tall but shorter than Damon.
Broad shoulders.
Golden locks slick back.
Wearing a black traditional suit.
He’s takes off his shades. And it shows his hazel green eyes.
Not gunna lie…he is pretty handsome….
Mr. Dalon:” did I miss anything?”
Mrs. Hellings let’s out a sigh.
Mrs. Hellings:” Mr. Dalon…I was expecting you til later hours.”
Mr. Dalon:” what can I say? I’m an early man.”
His voice sounds smooth and confident.
I watched as his eyes scans the room.
His eyes met mine.
Mr. Dalon:” my my. Who is this young handsome fellow.”
He says as he’s walking towards.
I go back a bit, feeling as if he’s getting too close.
Mr. Dalon:” the name’s Ivan. Ivan Dalon.”
He takes my hand gently.
Oliver:” my names Oliver hillings.”
Ivan smiles.
Ivan:” what a beautiful name. Kinda like Hellings, but hillings.”
He takes a long stare at my eyes.
Ivan:” and such beautiful eyes.”
Damon:” that’s enough.”
A sharp voice came from Damon.
Ivan looks at damon with a smirk.
Ivan:” well well well. Looks like we’ll be working together after all.”
Damon’s face still blank, but keeps his eyes on Ivan.
Ivan:” I know we had our ups and downs, but I assure you, our partnership will advance this company’s, as well with my father’s, in beneficial ways.”
Damon’s grunts a bit under his breath.
Ivan smiles.
I am sensing a very bad vibe between the two of them….
Ivan turns to look at me.
Ivan:” and I assume you’ll be work here as well?”
I blinked in stun.
Oliver:” ah, n-no I’m not I’m just-“
Mrs. Hellings :” what a splendid idea! “
Oliver:” no actually I kinda-“
Ivan:” yes! He could work as an assistant for me,..oh and damon.”
Wait now hold on.
Words studder from my mouth.
Oliver:” wait a second, I didn’t agree to-“
Mrs. Hellings:” oh will you oliver? It includes pay. Obviously, well work out the schedule, I know you have school and such. But this could be a great start for you.”
Damon:” stop pestering him. Both of you. It’s Oliver’s choice and decision alone, if he disagrees, don’t disturb him any longer.”
Did I just get a job offer?
Ivan:” what do you say oliver?”
He says still having his tall apparition in front of me.
Oliver:” I’ll have to think about it…..I’ll discuss it with my dad.”
Mrs. Hellings:” of course sweetheart, the offer will always be on the table, when you have your answer, just tell Damon.”
I nod.
Damon:” we have to go mother, Oliver needs to go home now.”
Mrs. Helling:” yes yes of course. You three are dismissed.”
Damon nods and gestures me to follow him.
Before I could, Ivan stops me in my tracks.
Damon stops as well.
Ivan:” I do hope we see each other again. It’ll be nice to get to you.”
I smiled.
Oliver:” of course, til then suppose.”
He smiles.
Damon:” oliver”
I looked at him, started to walk towards him.
As I walked passed him, he was eyeing Ivan, and not in a good way.
Ivan just smiled and waves.
…..
The elevator doors opened up.
It was all negativity vibe from Damon.
He seemed…pissed.
He walks to his car.
Oliver:” are you alright Damon?”
Damon just nods yes.
He heads inside his car, as do I.
He starts it and drives off.
Some time in driving***
Oliver:” do you have something against him?”
I say while we are at a red light.
Damon:” against who?”
Oliver:” you know who.”
…
He sighs.
Damon:” he’s just a annoying prick.”
I burrowed my eyebrows.
…
Oliver:” what he’d do to get on your pissed off side?”
Damon:” Ivan dosnt take everything seriously. He only cares for partying like an animal, screwing around, and is incompetent. Having him as a partner will just be like working by myself.”
Mm
Oliver:” then why did you guys join companies? Why him as your. Partner?”
Damon:” as you heard Ivan’s father has his own company. Not as famous like ours, but it’s in the top 5. It’s a chain. A chain that must be held together or else hell breaks loose. It’s either that or deal with Ivan’s shit.”
Oliver:” dame……well…speaking of working. What would I’d even do as the assistant?”
Damon:” well you would help with the things I’d need.”
Oliver:” and ivan?”
Damon:” he’s hardly there anyway, so it’s just me.”
Oliver:” im okay with that. Helping you. I just gotta speak with my father about it.”
Damon:” as I said before, I can talk wit-“
Oliver:” no.”
I interrupted mid sentence.
He can’t see or talk with my dad.
It’s too dangerous.
Dad may think that him and I are dating and might kill him. And me.
..
Dating….
Mm.
My stomach turns nervous.
Dating him?….
….
I shook my head before anything pops In my head.
Damon:” are you wanting to head home oliver? Well stop at my place to grab your things. And I can drop you off.”
Shit.
I don’t even know what’d I say to dad when i go through those doors.
He’s completely lost himself over those years.
He really believes it’s my fault….
….since that day…….
…..
Flashback****
âš WARNING âš Â child abuse âš
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Couple days after mother’s death.
12 year old Oliver*
…
Mom…..
I sat in my room. On my bed.
Oliver:” i miss you mommy……”
…
Shatter***
I got up from my bed.
Headed to my door.
Opened it to a Crack.
I can hear sobbing coming from the kitchen…
Daddy?
Rick:” oh honey….. I’m sorry……”
A beer bottle has fallen and rolled in my view.
I walked out.
Right before the bottle.
I stopped.
Dad stumbled out with a empty beer bottle in his hand.
Then be looks at me.
Our eyes meet.
Rick:” the fuck you looken at boy…..?…..”
His eyes dulled, his stench of alcohol…the stone cold voice.
That’s when it started..
Oliver:”…..a-are…you okay..dad?…..”
Rick:” why did it have to be her?……why her…?…”
He threw bis back against the wall and slid down.
Then started crying…
I stepped closer.
Tears in my eyes….
Oliver:” dad….”
Rick:” …stay….away…”
Oliver:” ….dad…i..”
Rick:” I said STAY AWAY!”
Then I felt a hard thunk on my head.
It sent me falling back.
My ears…I hear nothing but ringing…
Then I felt something slid down the side of my head.
What is this?.
I touched whatever it was and it was red.
A very dark red. That turned light when smeared.
Blood.
I am bleeding.
I didn’t how to react.
I looked up and saw blood on the beer bottle.
Dad just looked at me angrily….
Rick:” go to your room…..NOW!”
I got up stumbling, still processing the hit.
Went into my room and locked the door.
It was only minutes later til I started to feel the pain. With headaches during it.
I sat in the floor….crying….
Flashback over****
….
…….
“Oliver”….
Mmm?
“Oliver!”
I turned to damon.
Damon:” you alright?”
Oliver:” oh yeah, I’m good, but yeah, let’s do that. Head to your house then home. Thanks.”
Oh right, I spaced out.
I looked out the window…….
Damon notices something is wrong.
Damon:” what’s on your mind?”
Oliver:” nothing “
..I don’t look at him.
Damon:” don’t keep it in. Talk to me”
Oliver:” I’ll talk if I want to talk.”
Damon nods.
Damon:” very well then.”
At Damon’s house***
Ron welcomed us back.
Ron:” shall I fetch your things master Oliver?”
Oliver:” no thank you Ron. I’m going to go change. “
Ron:” very well. I had gotten your clothing washed while you were out. They are resting on the bed.”
I nod.
Then started to head upstairs.
Damon followed behind me.
Damon:” you know you are welcomed here if you’d like. If you need time away from-“
Oliver:” no…thank you.”
I stopped. So did he.
Oliver:” look, I appreciate you doing this for me. Saving me… Patching me up, letting me stay here, letting me use these clothes……but I think it’s best if you’d stop helping me.”
Damon:” what do you mean?.”
I avoid eye contact.
Oliver:” I mean you’ve got alot on you plate, between, school, and the company, and I just really don’t want to be one to add on your plate. I can take care of myself, from hear on-“
Then a large hand gently brushes on the side of my face, turning me to look towards Damon.
He lifts my chin up to look at him.
Oliver:”….o-out..”
Damon:” please look at me when you are speaking to me…..”
His voice deepens but is ever so softly.
His eyes soften as we stared at each other.
His tall apparition look at me.
I blinked realizing that we are too close.
I stepped back.
My face goes warm.
Oliver:” im going to go change.”
I go upstairs.
Down the hallway into the room.
My face flushes from Damon’s action.
No no…stoppp…
Sometimes my body betrays me and becomes my enemy……
Alright…let’s just get changed, and go home….
I looked around.
Shit…this isn’t my room..
It’s Damon’s.
I looked across the room at the painting.
It’s different now.
I walked closer to it.
It’s me.
But in the clothing I was wearing last night.
I’m smiling. And the background looks blurry.
Wow……Damon is …….wow….
Then I heard the door open.
Shit!
Damon walks in and sees me.
Oliver:” ah! Sorry! I kinda walked into the wrong room by accident! But I love your painting, like I said before you are extremely talented, and now I go now,”
I walked passed Damon, who was smiling .
Damon:” I apologize if it seems wrong in anyway.. why I keep painting you.”
I stopped.
Oliver:” well..I don’t think it’s creepy, I think it’s very cool”
…
He kept his smile.
Damon:” your an inspiration to me oliver….that’s why’s I have a fond painting you. Its the beauty of it…..”
He takes me as an inspiration?
….
Butterflies started in my stomach again.
Come on! Get a hold of yourself!
Oliver:” okay, I’ll go now,….thank you…it’s very beautiful…”
I walk out the room, into my room. And I made sure it was mine.
My clothes rested on the bed like Ron had said.
Then I got dress out of the suit into my black ripped up jeans.
And Grey long sleeve t-shirt.
With a light jacket.
I put on my black sneakers.
Messed with my hair a bit.
Comfy.
I folded the suit and shoes on the floor.
Grabbed my charger, book, and clothes. And put them in my bookbag.
I then grabbed my phone.
Alright……
….
I went out the doors.
Damon had came out the same time I did.
Dame he looks…hot……
He’s wearing black buttoned up shirt. With Grey dress pants.
Black dress shoes.
Black Hair slit back with pieces of hair over his forehead..
Dame….
Damon:” are you ready oliver?”
I nod.
We head down the stairs.
Ron:” I do hope I see you again master Oliver “
Oliver:” it’s good seeing you too Ron. Thank you.”
He smiles and nods. Escorting us out.
We got into the car and drove off..
Damon:” getting tired of it?”
I looked at him.
Oliver:” huh?”
Damon:” you’ve been in the car quite few times, getting tir-“
Oliver:” never! It’s fun…”
He smiles.
Damon presses “sports mode”.
Oliver:” what’s that?”
Damon makes his way to a parkway.
It’s mainly empty.
Damon then said softly.
Damon:” do you trust me?”
I looked at him.
Kinda concerned. But my mouth just went off.
Oliver:” yes. I do.”
Damon:” good.”
Then the cars engine excellerates.
Then the car moves faster and faster through the car.
Jesus fucking crist!!!
I held onto the handle that hang above the window beside me.
We were going through the road, passing cars.
…..
Damon:” are you alright?!”
He’s telling through the sound of the engine.
Oliver:” yup! Just great!!”
I could hear him laughing.
Then it caused me to laughing.
Him still dashing his car passing many cars.
…
Eventually slowing down, as we got off.
Both of us still laughing.
Oliver:” that was fucking crazy. Your really are a speed demon!”
He laughs and smiles.
Damon:” I may or may not be one. But…you trusted me”
Oliver:” I guess I did………plus if you got us kill, I’d have to kill ya myself.”
Damon:” pff….you make me laugh Oliver hillings…”
I go red once again, him saying my name in his deep voice softly.
Oliver:” c…cool….”
I say trying to hide my nervousness.
….
At Oliver’s house****
Damon had pulled up to my house.
Damon:” are you positive about your father?”
I look stright at him.
Oliver:” yes…I am..I honestly think this Is for the best Damon. But thank you….for everything you’ve done for me. I appreciate it…”
He nods….
I walk back and around his car, and up the walkway.
I noticed he hasn’t left.
Oliver:” you can go.”
He shook his head no.
Damon:” just wanna make sure you don’t fall again.”
..
Fall again?
What dose he mean-?…oh
Right…at the beach.
I waked up the steps.
And placed my hand on the knob. And turned it.
It was unlocked.
I turned and gestures that im good.
…
He takes a second. And then nods.
Eventually driving away.
Phew….okay……
Okay…..
I walked into the house.
And closed the door.
Immediately I was strucked by the smell of weed and alcohol.
The house seemed foggy.
I looked around and didn’t see dad.
His truck was parked outside.
“Hello?! Who’s there?!”
A familiar rusty voice came from down the hall.
I took a sigh.
Oliver:” dad..?…”
Then I heard footsteps speeding down the hall.
Then he stopped in his tracks when he saw me.
….
Jeez…
He looked messed up.
His clothes dirty.
His hair looks all oily. And his stance wobbles.
Oliver:” hi dad…”
Rick:” son…..wh…ere were yo…u…?..”
My hearts beats, seemingly loudly….
…
….I cleared my throat. And tried not to cough from the over powering smell, that was drying up my throat.
Oliver:” I stayed with a friend…for the night….”
Rick:”….ah…….alrigh….t…”
Having a hard time standing up.
Slurs took over his words.
Rick:” ……you…..r……home….goo..d……………imma…….lay…….sll…ee…p….”
He stumbles back down the hall and closes his door.
I took a breath out…
Shit….
Okay….hes drunk but…sleepy drunk..I guess that’s good for couple hours.
Fuck…
Okay fine..let’s clean this Dame place up….
I don’t see the women anywhere.
Unless she’s In there with him…..
..
Mm…
Fuck just forget it….
…
I opened the windows to ventilate the house.
Took a trash bag and picked up the empty beer bottles and the burnt out cigarettes.
Wiped up all the spills.
Crist….how the hell did it get this bad..
Cleaned up the kitchen.
The dishes, threw away rotten food, and wiped down counters.
Cleaned the bathroom, toilet, floors. And sink.
There…
Better.
I got the fabreez to make it smell alot better in here. Whitch it dose..
Dad doesn’t seem to remember much of what happened.
I guess that’s a good thing.
I had unpacked my things.
Put mom’s shell somewhere safe.
Got into comfy clothes.
And took my book to the kitchen.
I made myself some linner.
It’s like lunch and dinner.
And started reading my book……
……
To be continued….
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