...welcome home, Oliver....

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TW: abusive family, verbal abuse, disturbing themes, running away, physical abuse, self harm. Viewer discretion is advised.

Oliver had run away from his home about a week ago, the police had been looking for him for a while, and couldnt find him anywhere. He eventually decided to return home, against his best judgement. When he snuck in through the back door, his mother, Freya, was waiting, towering over him and staring down at his disheveled son.

Freya: "what the HELL were you thinking!?"

She said, grabbing oliver by the wrist tightly and cutting off blood circulation.

Oliver flinched in fear and tried to take his hand back.

Oliver: "Im sorry, okay? Let go! Please.."

Freya tightened her grip.

Freya: "you think a simple 'sorry' will undo what you did to this family!? Your sister was worried sick! For God's sake, Oliver!"

Oliver looked behind his mother to see his younger sister, emily, standing in the hallway with her teddy bear in her arms. When she made eye contact with oliver, she almost started crying. But then Freya started to turn around and she sprinted up the stairs before she got a chance to see her.

Freya dug her nails into olivers skin, opening up cuts that had begun to heal and making them bleed out onto Oliver's sleeve.

Freya: "you act so entitled, we havent done anything to you other than love you and provide you a home, a bed to sleep in at night, and food to eat. And yet you decide to go and run away, go and hurt yourself, you sicken me, you absolutely disgusting attention seeking child. Why, i should've aborted you when I had the chance.

You are a disgrace to this family."

Oliver stared up at his mother, tears welling up in his eyes.
He knew he shouldn't have come back. But he couldn't leave emily like that, emily wouldn't make it on her own. She needed oliver.

Freya took a deep breath, and took her nails out of Oliver's skin, letting go of his wrist and kneeling on one knee, grabbing his cheek lightly.

Freya: "This latest little game of yours... Thank the stars its over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?"

Before oliver could say anything, his mother spoke again.

Freya: "Good, Good... Everyone's so relieved...

Welcome home, oliver."


~~~⏲End⏲~~~


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