Mr. Silent Boyxboy

Chap. 12 Whimpers

The Bold Italicized Text Is Oliver's Writing...

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I don't want to be seen..I wish I was invisible. I wish I didn't have to go to school. I wish I was dead. I wish my dad didn't find a way to open the bathroom door to see me lying on the ground with my wrists bleeding profusely. I wish they didn't keep me in that hospital room for days, causing me to miss school. People will talk, they probably already are talking. My thoughts stop as I shut off my phone.

I wish my alarm wasn't so loud.

I start the shower and take off my shirt, watching for the bandages wrapped around my wrists. I look in the mirror to check how my lip was healing. After I got back from the hospital my dad thought he should "teach me a lesson" to make me regret cutting myself.

I punch the wall to watch the blood trickle from my knuckles and wash down the drain with the water. I step out of the shower, drying myself and changing into a new long sleeve shirt. I try to cover the bandages as best I can and grab my stuff to leave.

I step on the bus with no sign of Mitch anywhere. Good you don't need that liar.

I find a seat in the back and wait for the bus doors to close. After a few minutes, I hear someone yelling for the bus to wait. Mitch rushes through the doors before they close. I put my head down hoping that he won't see me, forgetting that there's an empty seat right next to me. He takes it, dropping his things on the floor and immediately looking at me. I face the window swallowing hard, not wanting to look at him.

"Ollie," he whispers trying to rest a hand on mine, but I shake him off, "Look at me..." he cries, I shake my head and turn my whole body toward the window. "Ollie, please," I put my hands over my eyes and lean my forehead against the window. He sounds so hurt...

Don't fall for this crap. You should be the one hurt. You are hurt. Let him suffer...

"Damnit, Oliver, look at me," he reaches for my shoulder and my head snaps to face him.

I feel my cold stare immediately soften when I see his face. His lip was busted and swollen, his eye was a dark shade of purple. My hand lingers forward to touch his busted lip. I did this to him. At that party...I became my father and I hit someone I cared about. I am like him.

I didn't feel myself cry until Mitch wiped my cheek with the pad of his thumb. My sleeve slips down my wrist revealing the bandage before I hurry to cover it back up.

"What was that?" I shake my head scooting closer to the window and tucking my hands in my lap. He scoots to me and reaches for my wrist. "Oliver, what is that,"

It's nothing

"That is not nothing, Ollie. Did you--Oh god--you didn't, please tell me you didn't...."His voice cracks and I desperately want to get away from him. Away from everyone. "Was this because of--" the bus screeches to a stop and people shuffle out of the door.

The voices coming from the school are jumbling my thoughts. I can hear them talking now: "Oliver? Isn't that the kid who tried to kill himself?" "Wasn't he in the mental hospital for a few days?" "Isn't his father the one who beats him?"

"Ollie, are you ok--"

Leave me alone! I push through Mitch and rush into school.

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The rest of the day was spent avoiding people, again. Ari and Alex tried to converse with me but I left them too. Even though they had nothing to do with how i'm feeling, I just want to be left alone.

I decided to walk the 6 miles home. I couldn't be bothered by Mrs. Grandma or Mitch, I can just clear my head. By the time I got home, my legs were severely tired and I collapsed at the door as soon as I was inside. My dad's jacket and keys were lying on the floor in front of me.

Oh no...

I look over to the liqour cabinet. It was wide open and a few bottles were taken down and emptied.

Oh..Oh no...He's had a bad day at work.

My legs tremble as I try and quickly get up from the floor but they don't move.

"There you are!" he yells from the living room. He stumbles towards me but I still can't get up. Fuck..

Lacy comes running towards him but he kicks her away. She yelps and limps over to the front door, whimpering. I look up at my dad towering over me. He drives his foot into my side, "You know what happened today?" he kicks me again and I cry out in pain, "I almost got fired because of you!" He kicks my leg and the side of my ribs,"You wanna now how?"

I cover my ears, not wanting to hear anymore of his slander. It's always my fault. His actions don't have consequences but mine somehow always do. His fists punch the side of my jaw, my mouth, my chest, everywhere he can reach. Before I knew it it was all over and he was staggering up the stairs somewhat satisfied.

Lacy limps over and curls up next to me still whimpering. My eyes water and I burst into tears, covering my mouth with my hands so he cant hear me wail. It only lasts a few minutes before the doorbell rings. I carefully get up from the floor and wipe my tears, wincing from the pain in my eye. I ignore the blood coming from my lips or my bruised jaw and answer the door.

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A/N: Have a good day/ afternoon/ night whatever time it is, have a good one -MJ <3