The Bolter | Walker Scobell

Chapter 22

Walker came into the living room and sat down next to me but I couldn't look up to him, I couldn't believe he had actually just seen me like that, I was a mess.

"I'm sorry. It totally slipped my mind that it's Sunday and that you were coming today. This has never happened before she was just here yesterday and-"

"Who ?" I bit my inner cheek and sighed deciding that I might as well just tell him at this point

"My mother" I felt his hand on my chin as he carefully lifted my face up a slight bit, I watched his eyes wander my face all in just a second before they settled on the place right beside my eye that was hit by the glass

"Oh" I couldn't pull my eyes away from his piercing blue ones so focused on the spot that I knew was gonna leave a bad bruise

I watched him pat the blood away and then wrap the pack of peas he had found in the freezer in a towel and carefully hold it to my eye, I flinched back at the cold hitting my face for a moment but let him keep it in my eye

"Are you hurt anywhere else ?" I shook my head "What happened Mel ?"

"It's a long story"

"I have time"

"You don't have to do this Walker, I get it you feel bad for me and feel the need to do something for your conscience but you really don't, I'll be fine"

"I'm not doing anything for my conscience here, I came to spend time with you and I will spend time with you. And I would be happy to listen to whatever story your tell me, wether it's two minutes or two hours" obviously I liked Walker. How could anyone hear a guy say that and not absolutely fall for them "here hold that for a second" I grabbed the ice pack and watched him get up and grab something coming back to me with a gift bag

"What is that ?" A grin formed on his face as he handed it for me, I frowned at him before turning  to the small bag. I opened it and looked inside feeling an immediate smile appear on my face when I recognised what was inside

"Walker"

"Yeah" I looked up from the gift and took the small package inside it out

"What is this ?"

"A gift for you"

"You gifted me a funko pop figure of yourself ?" His grin grew wider leading me to smile more too

"Look he even has a sword" he pointed it out making me burst out laughing at the absurdity of this whole situation

I had a horrible argument with my mother who basically told me I'm worthless and ruin everything, who then threw a glass at me. Then I broke down crying in Walkers arms making him probabaly think that I'm a freak. And now I'm sitting on the couch holding a pack of frozen peas to my eye holding an action figure of Walked in my hands and just laughing

He could make me laugh in the most horrible days

"Do you not like my gift ?"

"No it's great thank you, I've always wanted this" I laughed taking the figure out of the package

"I know right"

"Wait since when are there funko pop figures of Percy Jackson ?"

"There aren't. Yet at least, so you gotta keep it a secret, we got them early at the Disney upfront thing"

"Why doesn't it have your scary blue eyes ?"

"Scary ? I think you mean beautiful gorgeous blue eyes"

"Sure buddy" I shook my head but I knew that I loved his blue eyes, I could stare at them for hours and not get tired of it because they were fascinatingly gorgeous

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"So do you want to tell me...?" I turned my head to him and thought for a second, we were laying on the grass in the garden on our backs next to each other

"Do you want to know ?" He turned his head to me too

"I want to know everything about you Mel" my heart stopped for a moment "I want to listen to everything that you want to tell me" I smiled a little and turned my head back to face the sky trying to sort the story into place in my head

"It kinda started when I was young, like really young... maybe 4 or 5, I only remember it vividly but my parents were always arguing a lot and uh... my dad was really abusive, mentally but also physically... I don't remember much of it partly because I was so young but I also think my brain shut it off kinda, like you know how they say your brain blends out traumatic memories ? I think that was the case with me so I don't remember a lot but I have a few scars that make sure I never fully forget" I felt his eyes burning into me and saw him clenching his jaw from the corner of my eye

"It went on like that for years with him, I would always get the worst of it because I would get between him and Cassie which angered him more. When I 8, just newly turned 8, my teacher saw that I was always coming in with bruises, on my arms, legs even on my face... she called child protective services and after that it took like not even a full month until he was sentenced prison time, ten years, he was already convicted before so adding child abused on top..." I felt him grab my hand and my eyes fell to it for a second before returning to the sky

"My mom hasn't always been this horrible, she really loved my dad so when he got into prison she started drinking... a lot. I had to take care of Cassie alone when I was eight for the first time, she was six. Mom developed serious anger issues with the alcoholism and it always got more frequent of her disappearing for days. We stayed a lot with Cole during that time, his parents were always there for us, they still are. They make sure we get every meal and just do everything that parents should do for us"

Authors note:
This is to be continued, this is not the end of her childhood yet 😆
Well we got a little view into Mel's childhood now and it's kinda though I guess 😬