Previously on TOUGH LOVE….
Oliver’s pov…
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Why the fuck!? I don’t want to go back there! Not with him…
My heart pounds loudly…
…not with the other women!
It feels like I’m running out of breath…
Not the stupid goddame smell of weed and cigarettes!!
I hate it all!!
Damon:” are you alright oliver?”
Then a gentle hand was placed on my chest.
He looks at me with his soft dark eyes.
I could feel my chest slow down as my breathing slows.
Damon.
Oliver:” yeah I’m okay. Thank you.”
Damon:” we don’t have to do this. If you need to go home we cou-“
Oliver:” no!….”
I say quickly.
Oliver:” I mean…we just got here…and the night is long so….we can stay”
He smiles at me.
Damon:” I understand Oliver.
He looks at me.
He gestures me back inside.
So I did.
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Now****
Damon’s pov.
Oliver was hiding his feelings.
Because of his father. I want to help him. But I can’t if he won’t let me.
Oliver takes another bite from his meal.
Everytime Oliver is on his phone, he looks upset or in distress. It was his father making him feel this way.
Oliver:” damon”
I snapped out of thought.
I nod.
Oliver:” you okay?”
Damon:” yes I am well. Thank you. “
Mm
Yet he would be concerned for others.
Damon:” oliver”
He looks at me.
Damon:” could you tell me….more of your father?…”
He glances back at his plate but then at me.
Damon:” it’s alright if you don’t want too. I don’t want you to feel like your being pressured…”
Oliver:” no…i-its….it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
I nod a bit.
Oliver:” as I’ve, said before, I was close to my dad at one point. And that, the deaths of my mom was hard on both of us….”
Damon:” mhm..”
Oliver:” and as you know, that since then, he has become more….well….abusive…”
Abusive.
Explains alot of the bruises.
Oliver :” I trust you enough…to tell you…..everything…”
I nod.
Oliver:” remember when you had given me my homework from school yesterday?”
Damon:” yes”
Oliver:” you had asked me about the bruises on my neck. And asked if I was okay. And if it was my dad. Well yes…it was my dad….”
I furrowed my brows.
Oliver:” that night when you and Ron had dropped me off, when I got inside my dad was there waiting for me. Waiting with that…..women……”
Damon:” women?”
Oliver:” my dad has been hanging round this women name Scarlett. She’s a drunkie just like my dad. She encourages and laughs at me when dad takes a hit at me.”
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Mmm….
Oliver:” so at that, he had choked me til I had passed out…..the only thing that had actually stopped him from going to far is from the lipstick you gave me on my neck…..he thought I got done in by a women.”
Damon:” so he didn’t kill you cuz he thought you were intimate with a women that night?”
He nods.
Oliver:” it’s not the first time. He goes above and beyond with his beatings. He thinks I killed mom. ……….Just cuz she got cancer years after I was born.”
Oliver…..
Oliver:” should’ve seen me when I couldn’t go to school for a while because he had almost beaten me to a pulp…..after ….he found out I was gay….”
Damon:” how did he find out?”
Oliver just nudges his shoulder.
He doesn’t want to tell me. I understand.
Oliver:” oh remember that time you saw me at the beach.?
I nod.
Oliver:” I ran from home that night cuz my father was about to beat the shit outta me.”
Oliver…….
This is wrong…..
His father doesn’t have a right to put his hands on Oliver.
….
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Damon:” so your going home tonight?”
Oliver:” I really don’t want to. He would call me up and tell me I have to be home by a certain time, but then fucken tells me I’m a mistake and tried to fucking kill me.”
Dammit…
Damon:” what time do you have to be home tonight?”
Oliver:”….. 1…o’clock……..why?”
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…..
Damon:” what if I…..meet your Father.?..”
Oliver looks at me like he was ….thinking…
Oliver:” mmmm……no….no you…can’t……”
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Damon:” what if I just come over to help you with your schoolwork……….We could say we are just…working with each other. We don’t have to mention about me being your boss or anything. Just a friend ….from school.”
…
I want to see what I can do to help Oliver.
He can’t stay with his father.
The father sound crazy.
…
Oliver:” hmm…mm…..”
He takes a sigh….
Oliver:” alright….fine…..but if anything goes south I want you out of there.”
Damon:” think your father is going to do something?”
Oliver looks at me with a stright face.
Oliver:” yes”
I smile.
Damon:” it’s alright… Oliver. We shall see how it goes then.”
He nods…
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Time lapes*****
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Oliver’s pov
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12:09pm.
Sunday morning.
Damon drives on route to my house.
His head lights shine through the night.
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Mmmm
I’m not entirely sure on this plan for Damon to meet my dad.
I don’t want……my dad’s mind to go straight to me and him dating.
I mean he sounded convinced that I got this hicky from a women.
….
…..
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…..
I just don’t want Damon to get hurt…….it’ll be my fault if he does.
Fuck I hope he doesn’t.
Shit.
Double thinking this.
Damon stops at a red light.
And puts on the turn blinker.
…..
What if dad is too drunk then attacks Damon??
What if dad goes too far and tries to kill him!?
Shit shit shit!!!
I won’t be any use cuz I’m……fucking weak!!!!
….
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Then Damon had put his hand on my thigh. A warm touch.
Damon:” your overthinking this Oliver. I can tell.”
I looked at him.
….
……..
Oliver:” sorry…my mind thinks the worst when something like this happens.”
He moves his hand up a bit.
My stomach then feels like it’s warming up.
My face heats up.
He’s to close…….to….
The light turns green then he makes the turn.
Then drives straight.
But he keeps his hand on my thigh.
Fucking hell, then my mind goes back to the office……..
I mean…..we had……. sex…….
Does that…
….make us a ” official ” thing?
Or am i….just his fuck buddy…….?……
Well I’m getting all sorts a signals from him right now……
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I mean he…….risked his employee onto almost hearing us when he was asking about the meeting.
Flashback to the office….****
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Knock knock knock ****
No don’t tell me…
Unknown:” Mr hellings?…sorry to bother during your work but I just wanted to speak with you about scheduling the meeting for next month-“
The guy just kept on talking and talking and talking……
Ugh!
What a total cockblocker……
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..then I felt a sharp pain quickly inflamed my lower half.
Oliver:” AhhAAhH!~”
I covered my mouth and looked at damon with teary eyes.
He had thrusted himself into me.
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Flashback over***….
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Shit…..
And that was very….hot….
I just wonder if that whole thing was…just a one time thing……
…..
….
He’s just…making me…want…..mor-
Damon:” want to tell me what you are thinking Oliver?”
I looked at him.
Oliver:” huh?”
Damon chuckles.
Makes my face heats up.
Damon:” your really deep in your thoughts. Care to share some?”
Oliver:” wel- no- its- jus- I’m just thinking…..if this…..was a good idea or not…”
Damon:” I told you. Don’t worry…”
I’m worried about it.
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Oliver:” I just don’t want him to hurt you.”
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Damon smirks.
Damon:” worried for me oliver?”
……..
Oliver:” hmmmm…”
Damon sighs.
Damon:” he isn’t going to hurt me…..or you….okay?….”
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Mmm…..
Oliver:”okay……but if anything goes wrong, and I mean ANYTHING….you get out of there fast okay??”
Damon:” And leave you? You have quite the humor Oliver. “
Oliver:” I wasn’t joking.”
Damon:” I wasn’t either.”
Hmm
Oliver:” just….please……damon..”
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Damon slightly looks at me.
And just nods.
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We both arrived at my house.
Damon put his car in park.
Then we both got out..
I walked up my doorstep.
Damon followed behind me.
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Oliver:” just let me…..do the talking?………actually I think he’ll be too drunk to talk really……..just don’t mind the smell of weed, and there may be beer bottles all over the place so-“
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Damon:” oliver……..it’s alright.”
He places his hand on my Arm.
Then I heard the doorknob movments.
I quickly nudged off his hand.
Then the door opens.
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Just to see my dad with a dull expression on his face.
Still him with bags under his eyes and his buff appearance.
He is wearing a black shirt to show his shape. Brown pants.
Messy brown hair with a bud light in his hand.
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Oliver:” hey da-“
Rick:” who’s this…..?…..”
He says slurring.
Shit….this is bad….he’s too fucking drunk!……..should I call this quits now!?!?
I opened my mouth to speak til.
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Damon:” hello, My Name is Damon. I’m Oliver’s friend from School.”
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Damon!
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Rick:” ….Ah…..friend?…..eh…thought you didn’t have friends kiddo. “
I gave a nervous chuckle.
Damon looked at him with a brow up.
My dad looked around til he saw Damon’s car.
Rick:” ..that yours there?”
Damon:” Yes Sir.”
Rick:” that looks like a………”
Damon:” Mercedes-Benz S-Class sir….”
Rick:” yes……yes it is…….Thats….actually impressive…..haven’t seen those in a bit…..”
Huh?…..
….
Damon:” Much Appreciated sir…”
Rick:” Ah….well….then…uh…..come in come in.”
Dad turns as he takes a sip from his beer.
Then I looked at Damon.
He looked at me as he steps closer to the door.
Damon:” good talk hmm?”
What!!?
Did that actually go well??? I’d think he’d try to attack Damon by now!!
Looked like dad got swooned from Damon’s car.
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…..
We both got in.
Where the usual smell lingers around.
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Rick:” sorry that…the place is …a mess. If I’d known that there would be company, I’d clean up a bit.”
Bullshit…..
You’d make me do that.
That would happen every time your “friends” are over getting drunk and high with you asshole.
And I really don’t like those days……
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Flashback*****
Oliver pov ***when he was 16****
Rick:” oliver!!!!!! Get out here boy!!”
What does he want this time….
….
I opened my door and went down the hall…..
Oliver:” yes…dad?….”
Rick:” get this shit cleaned, we’ve got company over!…”
I started to pick up beer bottles.
Oliver:” w-whos coming over?”
Rick:” just a couple of friends.”
Friends? Since when?
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***
I finally finished cleaning up.
I then went to my dad who was in the kitchen eating the soup I made last night.
Oliver:” done.”
Ding dong****
Rick:” good. Their here.”
Their?
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Dad makes his way towards the door.
I looked over by the empty bowl of the soup.
And put it in the dish washer.
Rick:” Hey fellas….you ready for the game??”
Unknown 1:” heh you betcha I am.
Unknown 2:” fuck yeah…your gunna lose.”
I looked over at the door when two men stepped inside.
One of them looked clearly wasted.
Dad then set up a cards up in the dining room.
Rick:” come sit! Let’s get this started!!”
They all empty their pockets of their money and set it all in the middle of the table.
They sat down.
Hmm I don’t want to be here when this escalates cuz I know it will.
I started to walk away til.
Unknown 1:” oy…who’s that there?”
I stopped.
Rick:” oliver come here.”
Shit….
I really don’t want to…
Rick:” now.”
I turned to walk towards my dad.
Rick:” men, this is Oliver, ….Oliver this is Vince and wade. Some work friends.”
Vince:” well hi there Oliver. You doing alright?”
Vince was a buff …..bald guy, with a full beard. leather jacket with some tattoos. His eyes give off a safe approach kind of look.
I nod.
Wade:” don’t be shy boy, we all friends here.”
Rick seemed younger then Vince.
Seems like he’s 19 or 20. Scrawny but
He had a bit of a beard, same leather jacket but shorter black hair.
He seems kinda creepy.
Rick:” ya…right…alright now piss off.”
Wade then winked at me.
I quickly turned and just walked away.
Down the hall and back. Into my room.
I sat down at my desk to continue my home work.
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Time lapes**
I could hear the guys scream and cheering in the other room.
It’s actually getting annoying.
Making it harder to study.
Then it stopped for a bit.
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…
..then I could hear footsteps down the hall.
It’s probably cuz one of them needs to use the rest room.
…
I thought that til. I heard my door open.
I looked over and saw the guy named wade come in.
Wade:” oops….sorry….I thought this was the restroom.”
Oliver:” its….futher down the hall…”
Wade:” ah…..gotcha.”
I just sat in my seat waiting for him to leave.
Wade:” so….watcha doing buddy…?”
He says as he walks in abit.
Why the hell is he still here?
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….
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Oliver:” im doing my homework, the bathroom is down the hall.”
Wade:” it’s alright buddy……we are friends here right?”
I nod no.
Wade:” …no?…that’s rude, why aren’t I your friend?”
He says Coming closer.
Oliver:” I’d like you to leave now. Please.”
Wade:” why, I’m not doing anything wrong pal…..I’m just talking with you….”
He’s continued to walk til he was right in front of me.
Oliver:” what do you want……?”
Wade:” I can’t play with my new friend? Mhm?”
He lifts his hand touches my hair.
I smacked his hand away.
Oliver:” no you can’t. We aren’t friends so….Leave me alone and don’t touch me….”
Wade:” well that’s not very nice now is it?”
He then aggressively grabs my arm and pulls me up off the chair.
Oliver:” let me go!”
Wade:” no no! Your gunna learn to play nicely!”
Oliver:” I said let me go!!!”
I tried digging my hand to get his hand off my arm. But he was too strong.
P
Wade:” now listen here you little shit I-“
Vince:” what is going here??”
I looked over at my doorstep and saw my dad and Vince looking at me and this fuckwad.
Wade:” relax we’re just playing.”
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Vince:” hey now, it looks like to me that your hurting this young boy…”
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Wade:” I ain’t doing shit, tell them….
…… buddy, we were just playing….”
He looks at me.
And grips my arm tighter.
I nod my head no.
Vince:” well…”
Wade:” little shits lying”
Vince:” I believe the clear violence your giving towards Oliver.”
Wade:” your gunna beileve this little shit!?!”
He yanks my arm then punches me in the face.
I fell to the ground.
Fuck!!!
Vince yells.
Vince:” now that’s enough!Wade!!!! You’ve gone too far!!! Get the fuck outta here, wait for me in the fucking truck!!!!”
My dad just stood there.
Did nothing….
Wade give me a look then just leave.
Vince:” shit I’m sorry Oliver. You alright? He didn’t do anything right?”
I nod no.
Besides punching me in the face.
Then he looked at my dad.
Vince:” im sorry. I’ll talk with him about this.”
My dad just nods.
Vince held out his hand to me.
Vince:” here.”
I took it and he helped me up.
At least once nice guy out of three of them….
Vince:” he won’t bother you again. Cuz you won’t see him again. Okay? Chin up Oliver. It’ll be alright.”
Itll…be alright……
Vince then turns around and waves goodbye to my dad.
My dad stood into the doorway while I hear the front door close.
Shit…..
Blood drops down from my nose.
Rick:” fuck…..”
I looked at him.
Rick:” you fucken embarrassed me!”
…..what….?…..
Rick:” they could’ve stayed longer if this shit didn’t happen!!!”
What the fuck!?!?”
I backed up slowly.
Oliver:” he…attacked….me…….”
He just gives me furrowed brows.
Oliver:” don’t you even care?….”
He looks away.
Oliver:” he could have beaten me to death dad!!!!…..”
Rick:” yeah well maybe you deserved it!!!!”
I just looked at him.
Rick:” I was winning a deal between these two!”
Oliver:” is that all you care about…….?……your stupid fucking game!?”
Rick:” that’s enough! Now I don’t wanna hear you for the rest of the goddame night!”
He steps to slam my door closed.
What…the fuck……….
I stepped back…..til the back of my legs hit my bed….
And felt tear go down my face.
Flashback over****
Oliver’s pov*** at his house with Damon.****
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I remember he would have different friends come over.
But that guy Vince came over most of the time.
He mainly seemed like a guy worth talking too that hung around with my dad.
….
….
Eventually he stopped have these “games”.
Don’t know why.
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Damon:” it’s quite alright Mr Hillings”
Rick:” heh…dame…voice….so elegant……”
Damon looks around and sees the beer bottles, and the TV on sports channel.
Then looks at the shotgun in the display case. Then too the deer head above the TV.
Rick:” oh….ye…..I was a hunter. I like to hunt time to time.”
Damon:” interesting…”
Rick:” would you like a drink?……I’ve got…beer..?…”
Damon:” no thank you. I’ll be helping Oliver with his work. Then all be on my way….”
Rick:” oh…uh…right….of course…..you …can do that…”
He says slurring his words again.
…
Damon then looks at me.
…
Damon:” shall we?”
I started to walk towards the hall.
My dad then sat down, to continue to watch TV.
I went down the hall and to my room.
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I opened the door.
Damon inspected the door frame.
Damon:” what happened here?…”
Oliver:” well…being angry can make you do stupid shit.”
He came into the room and closed the door.
Damon:” so this is YOUR room…”
He walks over at my desk and sees my books layed there.
Damon:” well you do read alot.”
Oliver:” you do too…don’t even start.”
He chuckled.
He then turns around then leans on my desk.
I sat on my bed. Unsure what to do now.
Oliver:” so….verdict?”
Damon:” hm?”
Oliver:” my dad …….everything you’ve hoped for?”
Damon:” well your father does drink quite alot.”
Oliver:” really? You don’t say? Didn’t think that was obvious….”
He raised an eye brow.
Damon:” didn’t go how you thought it was going to go?”
Mmm
Oliver:” well I thought he’d be attacking, or strangling, or losing his shit in general when he saw you”
Damon:” he couldn’t do that even if he tried oliver……….we both know that….”
Hmm maybe that is true……
Damon looks around at my posters and scenery of beaches hanging up.
Damon:” you love the beach very much mm?”
Oliver:” not just any”
I got and walked towards Damon.
Oliver:” the beach that you saw me at was my mother’s favorite beach. We’d go there all the time. Even during winters. It was seriously our favorite place. But this beach”
I pointed to one with oceanic waters and clear sands.
Oliver:” thats the beach she’s been wanting to take me. It’s called Tusey Beach. It’s supposed to have bioluminescene waters at the night.”
Damon:” that isn’t far.”
I looked at him.
Oliver:” its far if your me…..”
He just looks at me with his dark eyes.
You can see his eyes explore my face. To my eyes, then to my lips.
His eyes seem to turn darker.
As he looks at me.
Damon:” oliver….”
My face turns hotter as we look at each other.
Damon…..
….
He comes closer to me.
I stood still.
Didn’t dare to move.
He leans closer to my lips.
His hand found its way to my waist….
A slight tug made our lips connect.
The similar exciting feeling formed in my stomach. Same feeling that was there at the office.
Our lips stayed connected.
Enjoying every moment. His hand moves down slightly.
The kiss broke off.
Catching our breaths.
Damon:” Is this okay?…”
His dark, lustful eyes are back.
The eyes want to take control again.
Fuck….
I can’t think in this state.
I heated, feeling started up in my stomach.
I just went back to kissing him.
My body moved back as his tongue fought for dominance once more.
His hands slip up my shirt, feeling my body…
I broke our kiss when a sudden realization hits me.
Oliver:” shit!”
I stay whispering but yelling.
Damon stepped back.
Damon:” is something wrong?….”
Oliver:” yeah!….my dad….what if he hears us?”
Damon:” well then…..”
He says stepping forward.
He comes closer to me as I leaned from him.
My face becomes more heated.
I leaned back to much that my legs meet my bed.
Damon:” better be quite then mhm?~”
He says in a low seductive voice.
That made my knees weak….
Shit……
I’m fucked…..
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To be continued……..
Next update soon……….
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