Entities Yearning Normalities

5 - Don't Leave Me.

Blake's POV

I got into my car and put on the bomber jacket I had placed in my passenger seat. I've had it ever since I turned 17. Oliver had bought it for me after about 8 months of dating as a present. My clothes were spattered with stains and my feet hurt a little bit. I loved this job so much. Nearly everything about it was so fun to me. I couldn't wait to get home to Oliver and tell him about my day. 

I started up my car and put my happy playlist on shuffle. On the way home there was barely any traffic at all. I decided to stop at a drive-thru and get some food with the gift card my manager had given me. I had gotten myself a sandwich and Ollie a broccoli cheddar soup. He loved soup and I wanted to cheer him up a bit. As much as I loved being a mechanic, I was so excited to get home. I pulled into the driveway and turned my car off. Something felt wrong. I felt a darkness coming from the house. I pushed the feeling aside. I'm sure Ollie would be waiting at the door or in bed and he'd have his arms wide open for me and smother me with kisses. I'm sure Riley would be excited to see me, wagging his tail from side to side and wanting to jump up on me. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I closed the door behind me and turned around. My mood fell. I heard my keys slip out of my hand and hit the floor. 

I heard Riley's nails clack against the floor as he slowly walked out of our bedroom. His ears were back and his tail between his legs. He stopped at the corner and stared at me. There was a puddle of blood on the floor and a cold breeze coming in from the open back door. The closer I looked, I realized there was a trail of blood. I walked to the back door and saw small droplets on the concrete and what looked like a deer's footsteps in the mud. I couldn't think of what might've taken place here. Anything could have happened. Oliver could be dead right now. The thought made my stomach churn. Tears fell down my face. I tried my hardest to push the thought away. Anything could have happened. Maybe that meant he wasn't dead. Maybe he got kidnapped and was being held for ransom. 

I wiped my tears and ran out to my car to get my crowbar out of the trunk. I ran back inside and followed the trail of deer tracks. I couldn't imagine what a deer could've done to him, but there had to be a reason for the blood leading to the tracks. I chased after the tracks, tears pouring from my eyes. I couldn't imagine my life without Oliver. I've known him longer than anyone. He's always been there for me and helped me through the darkest spots of my life. I loved him so much. I'd wished I stayed home and followed my gut. This wouldn't have happened if I had just called in a family problem. I spoke aloud as if manifesting the thought, my voice breaking. "Oliver, please tell me that you're alive. Please don't die."

I had been chasing the tracks for at least 40 minutes. I was deep in the forest now, freezing, hungry, lost, and just wanting to know Oliver was safe. All I had wanted to do when I got home was cuddle with Oliver on the couch and watch our favorite movies while I tell him about my day. I didn't expect things to end up like this. I began to hear movement. Rustling. Footsteps. I walked over to the sound. The sight before was one I never wanted to see.

Oliver was lying on the ground, his face and clothes covered in blood and dirt. Sticks and leaves littered his hair. There was a figure standing over him. It was probably the scariest thing I'd ever seen with my own eyes. It was sitting there. Watching him. I didn't know if I could take this thing. It didn't seem to have a solid body, and judging by how it looked crouched on the ground, it was probably quite tall. I took a few deep breaths and tried my hardest to seem brave before stepping out of the bush I was hiding in.

I heard a loud, sharp, child-like high pitched voice. It sounded like a mix of glass shattering and microphone feedback. I immediately flinched at the sound and covered my ears. The only words I could make out were "Smell you. Don't want. Here." The smell that resided in the house smelled even worse out here. It was definitely coming from that creature. I repulsively inhaled before yelling out. "Why don't you want me here? Why are you doing all of this? Why are you even here? You've done nothing but hurt ever since we got here. Can't you just leave us alone?" 

The tears began to fall again as I thought of how genuinely terrified Ollie was that night he woke up from his nightmare. How he told me he had been having the same nightmare since the week after we moved in. How he didn't tell me how long it had been going on until it changed enough for him to have a full-blown panic attack. Had I been a bad boyfriend? Did he not trust me enough? Goddammit, did I fuck up somewhere along the way? This wouldn't have happened if I had just been a better boyfriend. A better person. Oliver wouldn't be bleeding out if I had just been better. The words weighed heavy in my mind. I could feel rage boil inside of me. I gripped my crowbar, my knuckles turning white. 

The entity began to stand up and walk toward me. It looked like it was somewhere in the 6 foot range. It was taller than me, but not by much. I looked up at it, wrath filling my mind. That creature might've had something to do with how livid I was. It was altering my emotions, elevating them. As soon as it got close enough to me I swung at it, my crowbar flying through its torso. It spread apart where it was hit and let out a terrible screech as it fell backwards. I ran towards it and swung my crowbar at it repeatedly. 

The mist of the entity began to get lighter and lighter. It screamed and cried out in pain, that terrible grating voice begging and pleading for help. It began to morph into Oliver the more I swung. It cried out for help, called my name, begged for me to stop in his voice. I paused and dropped my weapon in shock, my expression softening just for a moment. "YOU AREN'T OLIVER, YOU SHAPESHIFTER!" It slowly melted back into its original form. It reached out for my leg with a shaky arm. Dark red fell from its glowing white eyes and leaked from the cracks in its skull from before I began beating it. I stomped on the arm between the wrist and elbow, pulverizing it and watching as it disintegrated like ashes flying in the wind. I grabbed my crowbar as it let out another whine. I raised my crowbar above my head and yelled out. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE, MANIPULATIVE BASTARD!" 

I swung down as hard as I could on the entity's skull. A thunderous crack, followed by the worst screech by far, came out of the beast. It turned to ash and blew away with a strong, cold breeze that came from behind me. I stood there for a moment. I had defeated it. For now. I turned around to Oliver. He was still on the ground, exactly the same as he was when I got there. I ran over to him and fell to my knees, hard. I could feel the tears pour down my face as I picked him up. I assessed his jaw injury and gently wiped dirt from his face and took sticks out of his hair. He was still breathing. Barely. I held him closer to my chest and stood up as I began to run back to the house, following the tracks left in the mud. I needed to get him to the hospital. He couldn't die. Not yet. As I ran holding him in my arms, I whispered half to myself, half to him regardless of if he could hear it or not. "Oliver, please, don't leave me. Don't die on me. I need you."

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Author Notes

damn. well. im like tearing up writing this haha. hope youre all alright after reading this!! im not

idk if it emphasizes the beating part but i was listening to Father by the Front Bottoms the entire time i wrote that. Blake beating Entity the way he did was sorta inspired by the-

"I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat

He is screaming and crying for help

And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him

Than it ever did protecting myself."

-line. he was trying to kill the entity to get rid of it. he wanted it gone for the pain it had caused oliver. he didnt care about if the entity would effect him, he just didnt want oliver to be in pain anymore. yknow? 

chapter 6 is on the way btw, sometime this week i guess