Bloodline Series Book 1: Switched- Olicity

Chapter 32- The Truth

Felicity's POV
Oliver holds me close, as Dig picks up a box and closes the door.
"It's not heavy, so it can't be a bomb."
I glance at Oliver and see his brow furrowed, trying to think.
"Felicity, do you want me to open it?" I nod my head, and he slowly pulls the top open. He looks down at it, no emotion on his face. He hands the box to Oliver in complete quiet. Oliver stares at the contents of the box, hurt covering his face.
"I was wrong. This is a bomb." Oliver continues to stare into the box.
"Oliver?" I finally manage to squeak, dread filling my entire body.
"Y-you have a son?" He tares is gaze away from the box, staring at me, waiting for an answer. I blink back tears thinking back to that time of my life. The time when I was still learning who I was and making mistakes. 
I look in the box and see the paper from when I was fifteen. The guilt starts to sink in, knowing I had gotten mad at Oliver for keeping a secret, when I had one of my own. Even though at this point in my life, I had barriers thick enough to make it seem like a bad dream.
"Felicity." His voice is firm, but gentle, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance at my mother for help, but she just stands there clueless. Finally I take a deep breath and manage to force the words out.
"I did." Thea leads my mother and Dig to another room, giving me and Oliver a chance to talk.
"Felicity... WHY would you not tell me about this?" Finally tears begin to rub down my cheeks, as I break.
"You honestly think that I would tell you if I knew how!?" I begin to pace back and forth.
"Oliver, how are you supposed to tell the person you care most about in this world, about the terrible things you have done in your life?!" At this point I am facing a wall, Oliver to my back.
"I was fifteen, and Ray... He made me feel cared about. Then everything changed when I told him... That's when he first became violent with me. Of course I thought it was all my fault, because I had done something wrong. Then one day he just snapped. That day was one of the worst days in my life... That baby, my baby, was the only good thing I had left in this world. And he got taken away from me..." The last sentence is when I completely break, and barely manage to choke out the words. I purse my lips before continuing.
"Ray pushed me down two flights of stairs at seven months pregnant. The b****** was at least human enough to call an ambulance. I broke a leg and an arm, but the pain I felt when they told me the baby was gone was worse than everything I had been through in my entire life..." Oliver steps forward, wrapping me in his arms.
"Felicity, I am so sorry... I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me this. I'm supposed to be there for you."