4 The night

31 1 0
                                    

I spend the next couple of hours in my room. I then decided to text Oliver. 

Hey.  I said

Hey.  

Can I come over? The only reason that I asked this, was because we had been dating for almost a month now.

Sure. I'll be waiting out side for you. 

Kk. Thanks. I'll be there in a bit.   

I drive over there in tears, and I can't really gather my thoughts. My mom calls. 

"What" I answer. 

"Just wanted to say that I love you."

"Okay, love you too, I guess. Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up, and I'm there. I get out, and I'm trying to hold back tears. Oliver doesn't ask any questions, and takes me into his arms. We go to the basement. (His room is down there.) 

"My parents won't be here until next week. We have the whole house to our selves."

"I hate my mom." I say to him now with full blown tears. 

I stay the night, and we talk. I am mad at my mom all night. At 9:30am, I awake to a phone call. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is aunt Julie."

"Oh, hi. Whats up?"

"It's your mom, she is very sick, and in the hospital."

"No. Do they know whats wrong with her?"

"No, not yet. But, I got to go. I'll catch you up later. Bye, sweetie."

"Bye." 

Immediatly, I know that it was my fault. I was mad at my mom, so the effects where bad. I need to apoligize. I need to see her. I have to control myself in front of Oliver. Nothing bad can happen to Oliver. 

Overtaken Where stories live. Discover now