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Neck Deep- Threat level midnight.
I decided Oliver needed some time with his family, Ya know the devil and his spawns need some quality bonding time. It was hard to go to work alone, I missed our routine.
We'd wake up and brush our teeth together, while I was in the shower he'd pack our lunches. When I got out the shower he'd be all ready, waiting for me. However he was in Hell, I was in our bed (How I spent our time apart.). I let him do his own thing for about three days before I got ahold of him.
"Oliver, did you make it home okay?"
I tried thinking.
Few minutes passed so I decided to go through all my photographs,His drawings and, even his tiny little collection of animals teeth
(He finds them when we go on little hikes.)
I got up and tossed the journal. I don't need to watch him like a specimen anymore.
A few hours passed and I sulked in the shower.
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"Yeah. I made it okay. Sorry I haven't gotten ahold of you. There's a lot going on."
I was a bit worried about what all he meant.
"Well, honey tell me what's going on. Maybe we can talk about it." I tried comforting him.
"My mother's sick and father's upset that I'm bound."
I was a bit in shock maybe even a little bit heart broken, but that kinda hurt my feelings.
Albeit I did take one of his sons from him.
"I'm sorry, is he mad at you?" I felt horrible that his father was displeased with him.
"He's just upset I didn't bring you. He thinks I'm keeping things from him. "
I rubbed my temples.
Oh gosh, thank goodness he doesn't hate me.
"Maybe we'll meet someday. Give your mother my love and affection, I love you. "
"I love you too."
Just finally getting to hear his voice put me in better spirits. With deep love in my heart I slowly drift off to sleep.
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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The sheets were made of a thick cashmere, they were as grey as ash. I was confused and I got off the bed. "Ugh, where am I? "
I had unfamiliar clothes on as well. A black pajama set. Silk.
I Looked around the dimly lit room. I could see the gigantic bed, a tall door next to the bed, a gold painted vanity, a fire place, and an extremely big painting on top of the fireplace it was a family portrait. I couldn't make out the faces too well.
A light behind me turned on and I quickly turned around.
My eyes nearly swam out of my sockets.
Oliver stood in the door way with a tray of food.
I rushed over to him and he set the tray down, embracing me. I spun him and kissed him until I was short of breath.
"Oliver, How did I get here?"
I asked.
"My brothers brought you. I couldn't lift you through that mirror on my own."
He smiled.
