Previously…on TOUGH LOVE
I layed down on the couch while Damon just paints..
He keeps glancing at me every bit, I don’t know why……
But I’m tired….
So I fell into a …deep…deep….sleep…..
…
Now***
Oliver’s pov..
Mmm….
Dame…..I feel very…comfy…….
I’m on something soft….
It’s not the couch…
I moved Around abit…
I feel nice cool fabric through my fingers….
I slowly open my eyes….
Rubbing them a bit…
Mmm…
I’m on a bed…
With white fabric….
I sat up quickly.
Holy shit…am I on Damon’s bed!?!?
I looked around….
I don’t see damon…
But I see a thin tarp over the canvas Damon was working on before I fell asleep…
I stretched a bit….
Got up off his bed.
Dame…it was fucking comfy tho…..
…
Oliver:” uh….Damon?!….”
I called out but no one answered.
I walked over to the painting…
Mmm…
Should I? I wanna see…..
I nudged the tarp…til….
A door opens.
I looked over and see damon walk into the room.
Damon:” Hello Oliver. Did you sleep well?”
I stepped back.
Oliver:” yeah actually. Did you move me..?”
Damon:” yes. You seemed a bit uncomfortable on the sofa. So I had moved you to the bed. I apologize if it was wrong in any way..”
Oliver:” no no…your good…thanks.”
He nods.
Then proceeds to walk over to me.
I just stood there, almost forgot about the painting….
He stares down at me….
Oliver:” yes?” I questioned?
Damon:” Do you want to see?”
He says as he grips the tarp.
Oliver:” I mean if your willing to show?”
He nods.
Then pulls the thin tarp down.
…..
Whoa……
The painting was …..me?…….
It was me laying on the couch ….sleeping…..
It looks so ….detailed….
I assume that’s why he was look at me….
Oliver:” wow……this is…amazing!….”
He smiles…
..
Damon:” Thank you. It really is…..a masterpiece…”
He says as he gently brushes his fingers on the canvas
…Damon….
I go red….
I never thought damon….as a soft gentle type…..
Then he looks at me…
Damon:” may I ask you of something?”
I look at him.
Oliver:” Huh? Sure.”
Damon:” If you are not busy with schoolwork or at your house…I was wondering if you accompany -“
Oliver:” oh shit!!!”
I interrupted him mid-sentence.
Oliver:” I-I’m sorry but what time is it??!”
I looked out the window.
It’s night!??!
Oh no…..no …..
Damon:” are you alright?”
Oliver:” no!- I mean! – yes! I am but I just really need to get home. I have a really strict dad and if I’m not home-“
Damon:” alright. I’ll take you home”
I grabbed my bookbag from Ron(chill old dude)
….
… we both head out the front doors to his car.
It had stopped raining…
We both get in..
He starts the car then drives off…
Couples minutes later**
Damon:” how strict is your father?”
I don’t look at him.
Oliver:” the …right amount of strict?”
Damon:” Good then I shall speak to him and explain why you are late.”
Oliver:” no no its okay…really..I’ll just tell him it was for a school project. “
Damon:” are you sure?”
He glaces at me with concern.
Oliver:” yes I’m sure. Thank you.”
Damon:” mm”
…
..
We drive for a bit longer and then at my street.
Oliver:” just keep going straight it’ll be the one with the red truck.”
Unless he isn’t home and drunk somewhere.
If he is then I hope he’s just on the couch again drunk asleep.
Damon:” here?”
Dad’s red truck.
Oliver:” yes”
He parks to the side of the road.
I grab my bookbag and open the door.
Then..
Something grabs my hand.
I turned back at Damon.
Damon:” Before you go…..may I finish my question from before?”
Oh!…
Right I kinda stopped him from there.
Oliver:” oh! Right, yes you can.”
He let’s go of my hand.
Damon:” would you like to accompany me to a dinner night with my family and their friends? It is next week Thursday. At 8 pm.
If your…strict..Father would allow?”
Oliver:” oh! I mean….I would definitely ask him…other then that I would love to go……”
Damon:” excellent….see you next week.”
Right …..today’s Friday.
Oliver :” see you next week….oh and….again…..thank you…for..everything..”
He smiles….
Damon:” of course Oliver….good night”
Oliver:” goodnight.”
I shut the door and walked up to my porch.
He drove off…
…..
I walk up to the door thinking…..
I would have never expected for damon…to be …a..quiet popular…rich kind….and artist kind of guy….
Maybe he just wants to be friends?
…
He got dick exspelled! Saved me from him many times….
I still wonder why he cares so much about me?…
…tho…
…
That painting…..
It was very aesthetic……..
…
Giggles***
…huh?…..
A womanly giggle can be heard from inside the house…..
What??
I opened the door…
And i see my dad with a women.
She had a tank top on with a wolf on it. No bra, fishnets on her legs with a pink skirt. Fluffy blond hair, perky eyebrows, heavy black eye make up.
Red lipstick.
Long red nails and a smoke between her fingers.
She laughs with my dad.
What the ….fuck?…….
She stops giggling when she sees me.
Then my dad looked at me.
Rick:” oh lookie here…..if it isn’t the bastard..”
More you then me…..
..
Women:” you didn’t tell me when your son was coming home baby! We could have fun earlier~”
What…?……
Rick:” hehe well he was supposed to be home hours ago..”
He stands up as she glides her hand down his arm.
I just looked at her.
Dad comes right up to me…
Rick:” where..were you.”
He says deeply and raspy…
He reeks of alcohol and smoke…
He had a half burned cigarette in his hand.
Ashes were falling on the floor.
..
I didn’t answer his question.
Oliver:” who’s she?”
Rick:” non of your goddame business. Now I asked you a question boy.”
He grits his teeth.
I just stared at her…
Why?….
Rick:” where were you!?”
I look at him…
..
He yells now almost at my face.
…..
Oliver:” I was out…at the libary…doing a school project…”
Rick:” on a friday…?…”
Oliver:” I get it done earlier so I wouldn’t have to worry about it…”
He just chuckles…
Rick:” you have a fucken Curfew boy…..follow it………and if happens..again..?….you won’t fucking like me…”
I already don’t…
Rick:” understand?”
I look at him
Then nod…
Women:” ooo~~ I love it when you get all scary babyy~~ show him who’s boss~~”
He chuckles..
I flinch a bit as he flicks his cigarette at my shoulder.
Then he turns away back to the women.
Rick:” go to your fucking room..”
I brushed my shoulder and walked down the hall…
The giggling continues…
Rick:” wanna have fun Scarlett ?”
Scarlett:” you know I do baby~ let’s drink some more beerr~”
I walk into my room and close the door fully.
….
Rock music played muffled on the the other side of the door.
Fuck……
My eyes teared up…..
Shit man…..
I threw my book bag on the floor and layed on my bed….
Mom…….
I looked over to my nightstand.
And opened it.
Reached inside and pulled out
The pink seashell mom gave me….
I held it up…
I miss you…..so much……
I held the seashell to my chest….
And fell into a deep sleep….
…
The next morning ***
Mmm
I wake up hesitantly.
Shit I forgot to change.
Gasp*
I got up off the bed.
Wait…where’s the-
I stopped and looked on the bed.
Oh okay…there it is…
I grabbed the pink seashell….
Mmm
I kissed it then put it back in my nightstand.
I’ll probably head to mom’s beach later…..
I read under the tree in the beach with mom’s seashell…
It’s calming…only thing I’d get away from this asshole…
..
Oh right….
He brought. A women…..Scarlett? Was her name?…
I took off my shoes that forgot to take off last night.
And head out my room.
I can hear glinging and laughter from the other room. Great…
I went to the living room.
..
Then saw my dad and Scarlett drinking .
Scarlett is sitting on the counter while my dad kissed her and drinking.
Rick:” hehe so then I said, Fuck you asshole! And I punched the mother fucker in his face!”
Scarlett:” oh! So strong and brave~”
I rolled my eyes.
I’m not even hungry anymore….
Fuck it I’m going out.
I went to go back to my room till….
Rick:” hey! Come back here boy!”
I stopped….
Shit….can’t he just leave me alone??
I went back and stopped not stepping into the kitchen.
Rick:” hehe….isn’t she pretty?”
He says as he kisses her.
Ugh…..disgusting…..
Oliver:” whatever you think…”
Rick:” you know what he did honey?”
Scarlett:” ooo what did he do baby~?”
Rick:” he killed her……”
…the fuck….
Scarlett looked confused but drunk.
As well with dad….
Rick:” he killed my wife….she had died….from cancer……that she got when she had him…..”
Thats….not true…..
Oliver:” …..that’s…….a…lie…”
Rick:” years after his birth she was diagnosed with cancer……thought…she’d be strong enough…to fight it…..I told her….it was his fault……”
My heart sunk…
I felt like throwing up…
I stepped back to run to my room.
Rick:” Don’t you go no where boy!!”
I stopped….
Rick stepped back from Scarlett….
And started to step towards me…
Rick:” she said it wasn’t your fault…..and I wanted to … believe her………I truly did…….but I couldn’t….”
Scarlett:” awe baby……”
Rick:” you killed her…”
No….I…didn’t.
He says this as he steps even closer to me…
Rick:” you killed my wife…..”
Oliver:” ….s-stop…”
Rick:” you killed your fucking mother!!!!!!”
Oliver:” I DID NOT!”
Then a sharp pain quickly hit my face, making me fall to the floor…
Rick backed up with his fist up.
He punched me…
I got up quickly and stepped back..
Fuck!!!
Then he had gripped my shirt, and tried to go for another hit.
Til I had used all my force and pushed him back.
Til he had fallen down.
Scarlett:” OH MY GOD! Baby are you alright!!!!???”
She says as she goes towards Rick..
With that I ran for my room.
I quickly put on my shoes.
I quickly put books, wallet, phone, charger and some extra clothing in my book bag.
I opened my nightstand and grabbed mom’s seashell..
I’m fucking getting out of here for a while.
I ran out of my room closing the door.
Then ran out of the front and just kept going.
I could hear my dad yelling..
Rick:” COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING MISTAKE!!!”
fuck you….
I kept running til I had reached a bus stop…..
No one was here…
I sat down to catch my breath.
Dammit….
What the fuck!!
…
Its…not my fault……..it wasn’t…
…..
Flashback**
Oliver(10 years old)
Oliver:” mommy?…..are you sick?…”
Mom was laying on her bed with a book in her hands as she looks at me with dullness….
Mom:” yes….I am…”
She says as she gestures me over to her…
I climb on the bed.
And lay right next to her…..
Oliver:” will…..you ever…get better?”
…
Mom:” time will tell honey….. for now…you need to be strong for mummy….”
She says as she boops my nose.
I laugh a bit.
I look down.
Oliver:” what book are you reading?”
Mom:” oh? I am reading Moby dick”
Oliver:” oooo I never heard of that book before…”
Mom:” would you like me to read to you?”
I look at her smiling.
Oliver:” yes please!”
She laughs.
She opens the page gently..
And reads…
She read so softly and confidently..
She’s amazing…
As she continues to read….
Oliver:” ….mommy?”…
She stops.
Mom:” yes my darling?”
…
There was a moment of pause.
Oliver:” are you sick….because……of me?…”
She looks at me with soft eyes.
Mom:” no. …I am not sick…because of you. I am sick. Because there is something wrong with me. Has nothing to do with you…i am fighting this sickness….The best thing you can do right now? Is fight with me. No matter how many times it knocks you to the ground…you get back up.”
Oliver:” I wanna be strong just like you mommy”
She gently places her hand on my cheek.
Mom:” you are already stronger..”
She says as she kisses my forehead…
…
Oliver:” I love you mommy..”
She smiles…
Then a high pitch ringing goes over
The sound of her voice.
She mouthed “I love you too”
……
Flashback over***
Gasps*
I get up from the bench.
It was a dream…
…
I looked up.
The sun seems more down.
I grabbed my phone from my bookbag.
It’s 5:00 in the evening…
Dame..
I slept the whole day….
The sun’s still a bit up.
Maybe I can still head to mom’s beach….
…
I got up from the bench and stretched.
Then I felt a sharp pain on my face.
Then I remembered what had happened…
I placed my fingers on my right cheek.
Shit…
Bastard……
I’m sure it’s bruised…
I winced a bit.
I am not going back there til shits calmed down.
…
I started to walk down..
Passing trees, and houses.
Took out my ear buds and listened to calming soothing music…
….
To be continued…….
Next update soon.
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