Beautiful Nightmare

Fuckboy

It was Oliver and his friends, but they seem to be arguing. I tried to listen and find out why.

"Why the fuck did you knock her out? I know you miss her but this is wrong! We could go to jail for kidnapping," Luke whispered loudly. He didn't sound happy but worried? Why it's not like it's his fault. Now there is only one question left to be answered; who took me?

"I didn't mean to knock her out. All the emotions that I had for her before came rushing back. I just want it to go back the way it was before. Hopefully she'll take me back," ah so it was Oliver! Does he still love me? What am I talking about he never did.

When I left, everything went down hill I started drinking and cutting more often. I was actually homeless for a couple of months. Oliver was all I could think about, but do I want it to go back to the way it was?

I made a groaning noise making their heads snap to me. I guess there goes my cover. Oliver rushed over to me making me cower back. I saw hurt written all over his face. It broke my heart to see him sad. And the fact that I caused it made it hurt worse.

"I'm so glad you woke up. I-we was worried about you. You probably want to know why you're here, don't cha? Umm, we saw some man knock you out, and, uh, we saved you you," Oliver stated, but I knew that was complete bullshit. Might as well ruin his bubble.

"That's total bullshit. I heard you and Luke talking. I was awake, asshole. Do you really expect me to come crawling back? After what you did to me. You are a fuckboy and always will be! Now let me go!" At this point I was glaring at him.

By this point he looked furious. I knew what was coming so I closed my eyes and waited. Not feeling anything, I opened by eyes to meet his. They were wide open like a deer caught in headlights. He knew why I acted this way and looked ashamed. To my surprise he pulled me into a hug. I looked up at look asking what to do. He shrugged and walked out.