~Down under where love grows~

~Part 3~ Homeless

I froze, the name Bring me the horizon lingered through my head for a little while.. Oliver.. my best friend that was the name of his band.

"Ellie?" Jordan waved his hand before my face. I snapped out of my thought and looked straight at him. " Ah I'm sorry, I must be tired." and smiled a fake smile " anyway cool band name, you have to excuse me but I have to go now." I whispered. " Alright, are you okay ? " Jordan said a bit worried.

"Yeah, yes I'm fine." and with that said I put Duke back on leash and started my way back home.

Back home I flopped on the couch and checked my Facebook, After a while off scrolling through my feed,I decided to look up Oliver.

Oliver Sykes I typed, It wasn't hard to find him at al.

I looked further into his Facebook page, and found a picture of him with Lee, Matthew, Matt and... Jordan, the guy from the park! I havent seen them for so long, looking at the picture I felt my eyes water.

Coming back to my sense I wander why Curtis wasn't on the picture.. Did Jordan replace him?

Anyway I guess it would be appropriate to explain the history between me and Oliver.

When I turned 16 my mom threw me out of the house, with no money, the only thing I had with me was my old acoustic guitar,my sketchbook and the clothes on my back.

I didn't have any other choice than to beg on the streets. It did not work out that great, a good day would be if I could buy myself some food for a day. After a while of living on the streets I came with the idea to play my guitar at crowded places to get more money so I could rent a room for a night. One day I was looking down and playing on my guitar, and a man a bit older than me came towards me with a very worried expression on his face, he asked me if I was alright and that he has seen me playing my guitar here for days. I decided to tell him te truth, that I was kicked out by my mom and have been begging on the streets for nearly 2 months. After he knew my story he gave me money to survive every week, and if he couldn't make it, a friend of his would bring it to me. First I didn't want to accept the money but after a while I didn't have a choice because I needed to eat to survive.

After a while me and the man weren't strangers anymore. I learned a lot about him and he about me. He told me his name was Oliver Sykes. He asked me manny times if I wanted to stay with him, but i couldn't accept that. He already gave me money, I didn't want to be more of a burden than I already was. So I always declined. Except for that one night I wil never forget, It started getting dark and there weren't manny people anymore so I decided to try and find some kind of shelter for the night, I was walking through a little alley when i heard someone screaming, I saw a girl around my age heavily being beaten by a man and a women around 40 years old. I run towards them, and yelled at the top of my lungs that they had to quit whatever they where doing. The older man turned to me and said " what are you gonna do about it " I told him I would call the cops. He than began laughing very hard and said that he knew who I was, that I'm a homeless person, and homeless people mostly don't have phones. And well in my case he was right. He turned back to the girl and began kicking here in the stomach and so did the older woman.

I couldn't just stand there, I looked around if there was anyone who could help. But the streets where empty. So I put my guitar down and my little bag, and jumpt on the older woman to get her of the girl. But the woman was stronger than I thought, and she pressed me to the wal and said that I could better run and act like nothing happend. And that she could do whatever she wanted to the girl because it was here daughter. I looked at the girl laying on the ground, I felt a lump in my throat, I came out of a abusive family and I couldn't watch this all over again. Without thinking I punched the mother square in the face, and of course I got one back. I fel on the ground and looked at the girl laying on the ground next to me. "Help me" she whispered. That was the point that I didn't care anymore, I stood up looked the mother and man straight in the eyes and told them to let here go, and if they did they could beat me up. I know it sounds really stupid and strange, and trust me I know it is, but my live would end soon enough. I don't expect Oliver to keep giving me money. And that would mean that I would have no one, only me, and with no family or money I would go nowhere and probably die from hunger in a dark alley somewhere. Anyway they agreed to my proposal. So thats what happend I got heavily beaten up, after a while all the noises went vague and my eyesight got blurry.The last thing I saw was a long tall figure running towards us. A day later I woke up in the hospital, with all my wounds stitched. But all I wanted to know was who saved me?

I found out quick enough when Oliver came in my hospital room and told me he was walking down the streets when he saw a girl was heavily getting beaten, and an other girl was lying lifeless on the ground. He called the cops, and me and the girl were brought to the hospital. The girl I tried to save, died in surgery...

Anyway to make a long story short, I recovered at Olivers home. After I had recovered, Oli and I had gotten so close that we decided to live together, just as friends to be completely clear. I started my last year of school and got a job. In that time me and the rest of the lads from Bring me the horizon got to know each other and we all became close.

When i turned 18 I decided to move out. Because he was gone a lot, but the real reason was that Oliver has gotten a girlfriend.

And well guess wat, she hates my guts. And told me I had to leave, and if I didn't do what she said, or if I would tel Oli about it, she would tell him I used him for his money and that I'm actually a creepy fan girl who faked the whole homeless part to get into his live.

Well, I would have stayed but Oliver is so attached to Alma and values here opinions so much that he would probably believe here.

Oliver wanted to know why, i just couldn't tell him the truth ,and that made Oliver really angry.

The day I left he called me a heartless bitch and what not and thats was the last time I have seen him...