Adopted By Fall Out Boy

Chapter 40

Oliver's p.o.v.

I sigh and finally give in, I'll go back. I look down at Tabitha. "Let's go then.." We start walking down the street to where Brittany lives.

Brittany's p.o.v.

"Are you okay?", Nate asks me. I nod and smile at him, "Yes I'm fine." I'm lying, obviously. Oliver is dead. The guy that saved me from being killed. For a moment I close my eyes and try to see Oliver. Something that may tell me he is actually alive.

'Are you sure you are okay Brittany?', Lin says. I sigh, 'No. I'm not sure. I'm not okay. (I promise)' Lin shakes her head and sits in a corner. "I'm going to my room", I announce as I stand up. Nate looks at me, "Is it okay if I come with you?"  I sigh and nod, "I guess"

I might as well have someone there for me while I'm sad. As I walk to the stairs, Patrick and I make eye contact. He gives me a small smile and a look of 'I'm here for you to talk to if you ever need help'. I smile back and we go to my room.

Pete, Andy, and Joe are still on that Vacation thing. For a moment I wish they were here. I don't really talk to Andy or Joe. They usually aren't around. But I know they care about me.

Nate hugs me tightly, "Don't lie to me Brittany. Tell me how you feel." I stare at the wall in my room and I feel the tears fall down my bruised face. "I'm sad. Very sad.. I barely even knew him.. But I had an emotional attachment to him. I understood why he took the job he had. I understand his sadness over Tabitha.."

"Brittany, if he is really dead.. Then remember him as the boy who saved you. Saved you from death.", Nate whispers. I nod and rest my head on his shoulder. "Okay Nate.. I will.." Then I fell asleep. 

My dreams were filled with strange things. Being trapped in this cage and not remembering anything about me or why I was in the cage. Being tortured over some code, that I didn't even know. Then finally I woke up to a bright light and a few faces.

"Brittany! Come on!", one said and pulled me out of my room. I groaned and tried to keep up with their running pace as they dragged me to the basement. I swear, the basement is just our safe place now.

Once we make it and I am finally a bit more awake, I am hugged tightly by someone who has a scent of flowers and cupcakes. "Brittany!", a voice exclaims. It sounds British, I love British accents..

I blink a few times and then see pinkish hair and freckles. "Oliver?!" He nods and grins, "I'm so sorry I scared you. I thought it would be better if everyone thought I was dead!" I hit him, "Why would that be better?" He shrugged, "I don't know."

Patrick walks to us and looks at me. "Brittany, I was informed by your school that you have to go back tomorrow." I nod, "Okay." Sighing, I make my way back upstairs and to my room. I don't want to go back.. I think to myself as I lay down and slowly fall back asleep.