Entry #18

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"I could never stay mad at you, you where my one true love, my weakness and only you could control it"

olivers POV -

she wakes up in the emergency room in a panic breathing heavy not knowing where she at first I assume as I place my handover hers showing her I'm here with her.

"summer! its just me, your In the ER", I assure her once more pulling her into my arms and hugging her as she wraps her arms sobbing into me.

"Oliver?" she spoke pulling away from me surprised.

"they called me and said you where here beaten and bruised and told me everything", my voice clear of all emotions as I am angry at her for getting hurt but I know why she did this.

"oh", she responds.

I see the scared and hurt all over her face and I frown, she was so peaceful sleeping yet when she wakes the weight of the world comes crashing back onto her all at once.

"I didn't want to worry you! I just wanted to get my things but my mother was there and she was... she was going through another episode", she looked down in shame playing with her hands.

I don't know what to say to her, she doesn't need to think of me as someone who will hurt of punish her for what she can not simply help.

"listen to me summer! you are not in trouble from me. I'm here to help and comfort you. I do not want you to think of yourself as a victim to me", he demand and she nods her head back.

I wish I knew what todo but I don't, why would she do something so reckless?

I understand there's only so much she can control and her whole life is in that room, her things what she wants to hide from the world and worse her own demons only living down the hall from her room.

I'm manly worried for her safety and I'm acting on emotions when I shouldn't be.


summer

"Tell me", he insisted. My face went worried yet confused, what could he possibly want me to tell him?

"What? If your asking me why I went back to my mother Oliver it was a...", I questioned with confused sounding my voice. Even when I trail off he catches me, "No, Tell me everything bad you've ever done in a life time; yet when you do I'll still listen and love you more", repeats once more making butterflies fly throw me.

I take my time thinking long and hard, why would he want to know everything I've ever done? Why isn't he mad that I went back to my mothers?

"Darling...", he started, did this man just say darling. With one word being spoken from his perfect lips my whole heart melts, I'm his darling now.

A smile creeps its way to my face, he leans forward and cups each check from my face into his large hands rubbing his thumb over them as I stare hopelessly into his blue orbs.

"I understand why you went back, my anger from this can be controlled but know you are the only thing I care so deeply for please never do something like this again", from his words I knew, I knew that he could read me from the back of his hand. I am a book that he is already stating to uncover.

I took one of his hands from my face and placed a kiss on the palm as we stayed there sitting in silence, not the awkward unbearable one but the kind that love is so surrounded by you that there's no other way but to know your not alone.

He understood me, my pain, my past, everything that followed behind me and didn't care, he was so blind by me for simply me nothing else mattered.

he doesn't judge me, he thinks on what I need to hear best and what is the truth surrounding my thinking. he knows as to why I cant leave behind some things and clothing in my room.

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