Mr. Silent Boyxboy

Chap 13: Safety

The Bold Italicized Text is Oliver's writing.

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Julian is there holding flowers and pacing back and forth waiting for someone to open the door. He looks nervous.

Good.

I open the door and he immediately holds out the flowers to me, "These are for you--you're face...what the hell happened to your face?"  I shake my head and take the flowers, licking the blood from my lips. "No, you were not like this at school, this must be new. Did you--did your dad do this?" I stand still, not confirming nor denying. Before Julian can say anything else, my dad was stomping downstairs. Julian steps through the door and stands in front of me, "You are a terrible person for abusing your son like this!" 

My dad stops in his tracks and faces us, "What did you just say?"

"I said--" he was unable to finish as my dads fist collided with his jaw. 

Julian stumbles backwards nearly falling to the floor. My dad came to charge at him again but I stepped in the middle of them. I take Julian's head in my hands and force him to look at me, my eyes fill to the brim with tears. I shake my head and a few stream down. He raises his thumb and wipes my cheeks.

"Get the hell out of my house, you mother--" I push my father back, he stops and stands there with his arms crossed. 

I hold on to Julian's shoulders and slowly push him out the door and down the porch steps. He walks away but turns back a few times. I wave him off and he heads down the street. He didn't even let me close the door before my father pushes me down and climbs on top of me. He hits me over and over and I try to put my hands up, but he uses his knees to pin my arms to my sides. He lifts his fists to hit me again but there was a large thump on the front porch.

Mitch's backpack had dropped from his hands and he was storming towards my dad, knocking him over and climbing on top of him. He did exactly what I wanted to do, using his fists and his feet to hurt my father. For a second, I didn't want him to stop.

I hug my arms around Mitch's middle and use all my strength to pull him off. My father doesn't dare to get up. Mitch allows me to push him towards the door. "Don't you ever touch him again, you piece of shit!" Mitch points a finger at my father before I close the front door and walk with Mitch to his car.

"You're coming with me," I shake my head and try to push him in his car, "No, i'm not letting you go back in there. He might try and kill you!" I run my fingers through my rough hair, walk to the passenger side of the car, and open it, "Thank you," he sighs.

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I open the car door and step out. My weak legs collapse under my body weight and I crash to the pavement. Mitch rushes to my side and picks me up bridal way, "Jesus...are you alright?" I nod and he slowly carries me to the front door. 

His mom opens it before we reach the door, "Oh my...w-what happened?" she stutters as Mitch sets me down on the couch.

"His father," he growls through his teeth.

"H-his father--your dad did this to you?" I nod and hide my face in my hands trying to keep myself from crying, "Why--I'm calling the police," I lunge forward and yelp in pain. I search the coffetable for a paper and pen and hand it to her.

Please don't.

She places her hands on her hips, "What do you mean 'don't', Oliver, he hurt you,"

I know but i'll be okay, don't call.  She nods and walks to the kitchen for an ice pack.

Mitch comes from the bathroom with a warm washcloth, "Lemme' see," he places the washcloth on my bleeding bottom lip, only adding light pressure. He uses the thumb on his other hand to brush over my bruised eye, I wince and he lets his hand fall. He sighs and looks at my bottom lip, licking his own. I raise my sore arm and use my finger to touch his now moist lips. I may be furious at him right now but his mouth was perfect. Slightly parted and he was breathing deeply. I nearly leaned forward but his mom saved me and came back with a few bags of frozen vegetables. I place one on my eye and ribs and lie back down on the couch.

"So what the--"

"Mom," Mitch interrupts giving her a knowing look.

"What?" she whispers. 

"Can you uh...leave, please,"

"I--"

"Mom."

"But--"

"Mom." his voice rises a little. 

"Fine. But i don't like that tone, sir," she turn the t.v. off and walks upstairs. Mitch kneels on the ground next to the couch and looks at me. 

I turn from him and stare at the back of the couch. "Olli, not again," he huffs a sigh, "Olli, look at me," I still keep my position faced towards the couch. He might have helped me with all this but he still lied to me. I can't let him just apologize and make him think he can just walk all over me... "Please," he croaks. God damnit, I can't let him be sad either. I face him slowly and the sides of his mouth quirk up. "I need to apologize for what i did to you. Julian and I did not plan that and we didn't mean to hurt you. I..." he hesitates, "I am so sorry that I did this to you and that you're father hurts you like this and..." he wipes my crying eyes and caresses the back of my ear, "I'm sorry that I caused this," he looks down at my bandaged wrists. "and I...." he wipes my cheeks again, "I just want to heal all your cuts and your bruises." 

His words spark up a memory, a memory I didn't even know I had. I was in 6th grade, i think, at someone else's house. The house looks somewhat familiar. There's this other kid there with brown hair and semi blue eyes. I think we're in his room. I was telling him about my dad and how he would hit me and it would leave these gross looking bruises. The kids face grew sad and he held my hands as I was holding back my tears. In the faintest whisper he asked: "Your bruises, can I see them?"

Mitch was now appearing back. He was kneeling in front of me and we were back in his living room. He was holding my hands and I was trying my hardest not to cry again. His blue eyes darkened and he leaned forward and whispering:

"Your bruises, can I see them?"

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A/N: Could this mean something...maybe, maybe not. Have a great day/afternoon/night whatever time it is, have a good one -MJ<3