Painful pasts and terrible truths

Chapter 62

I was sitting in the sand with Virgil, we were both watching Gordon surf, he fell off his surfboard at one point.

"Wipe-out" Virgil chuckled quietly, I was making sure that no sand got into his wound, they should have put some form of protective dressing on there.

"Can I have your keys so I can get some proper dressings for your healing wound" I asked him.

"Ok, but you're only allowed to get dressings alright, oh and could you get me some painkillers as well" Virgil frowned and he dug around in his pocket for his keys, he found them and he gave them to me, I went to the infirmary, I found the dressings, and I got the painkillers he needed, I trudged outside and I sat back down again, I started applying the dressing to his wound, I was really close to him and it made me blush.

"There, done" I huffed and I gave him some painkillers, he's hardcore to the point where he doesn't need water to take medication.

"What's wrong" he asked me .

"It's that time of the month again" I sighed.

"Do you want me to kiss it better" Virgil grinned.

"No, I just want to cuddle" I mumbled.

"Aww, you're adorable, you'll get cuddles once we can go indoors" Virgil whispered and he kissed my cheek.

"Right I'm done" Gordon panted, gripping his surfboard with his hand.

"Good, it's cold" I laughed and I stood up, I went indoors and I made myself something to eat, I started to eat more now.

"F*ck" I heard someone exclaim, I looked to see who it was, Virgil was clutching his right side.

"Baby are you ok" I wondered.

"No, I bumped into the countertop" Virgil winced.

"Oh dear, you poor baby" I pouted and I kissed his cheek "does that make it better."

I hugged him, I checked under the dressing to see if he hasn't torn his stitches, he did tear one, there was a little bit of blood, but I can fix that for him, I'm his little nurse for now.

"Can you sort that out for me, sadly I can't do stitches on myself" Virgil requested.

I nodded and I took him to the infirmary, I wiped the almost healed incision, which stung I'm guessing, because he was twitching and flinching, I fixed the stitches and replaced the dressing.

"There you go, it should hold for a while, once you're fully healed I'll take them out baby" I smiled and I kissed his cheek, I hugged him, my cramps were getting worse, I was starting to feel tearful now.

*a week later*

It was Christmas Day, I spent most of the afternoon with my stepdad, mum and sisters at the hospital visiting my grandma, she had been battling stomach cancer, she was in remission for about two years but it came back and it was more aggressive this time and treatment wasn't working, she was in an awful state, the doctors said that she had a 10% chance of making it through the night, I got a bouquet of daffodils, they were her favourite, she was very weak at the moment, I held her hand, this was something I kept hidden, I didn't want Virgil to worry about me.

"Olivia...don't cry" my grandma spoke between laboured breaths.

"I don't like seeing you this way" I sniffed.

"I'm alright...the pain is...bearable" my grandma laughed quietly.

My stepdad hardly ever cries and I saw him wipe a tear from his cheek, my mum cuddled up to him to comfort him, Eden placed a hand on my shoulder, Annie was ok with seeing sick people, she was ok with death too which is messed up since she's about 10 now, I wanted to cry, and I did, I cried so much.

"I love you all so much...I don't want to go yet" my grandma chuckled "I'm just so tired...I want to sleep."

She closed her eyes slowly, I hated seeing this happen, her heart rate monitor flatlined, I felt like there was a knife stabbing into my chest, a doctor walked into the room.

"I think you should all go now, just let us take care of her" the doctor spoke quietly.

I can't breathe, I felt emotionless, I can't go back to see Virgil because he'll sense that there's something wrong, I stayed at my stepdads for about two months before I felt emotionally capable of returning, I didn't let Virgil touch me, I went straight up to my room, I picked up a book and I went back to reading it, enveloping myself within the pages that contained the story, my door opened.

"Kitten, I hardly see you, you're always reading and I'm getting worried" Virgil mumbled.

"Stop calling me kitten" I snapped and I threw one of my plushies at him.

"What's wrong with you, why are you getting all snappy with me" Virgil wondered.

"Nothing is f*cking wrong ok!" I shouted and I tried to get away from him.

"Don't shout at me, I haven't done anything, alright!" Virgil yelled.

"Just leave me the hell alone, I just want to be left alone, I prefer isolation, I never feel lonely" I sniffed.

"Ok, whatever you want princess" Virgil sighed and he left me.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my pillow was soaked in tears, I heard my door open again.

"Hey, can you be quiet a little bit I'm trying to sleep" Gordon requested.

"I'm sorry" I sobbed.

"Olivia are you ok" Gordon asked.

"No, do the tears streaming down my face make me look ok" I cried.

"Hang on" Gordon ordered and he left my room, he returned with someone else, he then left again.

"Baby, what's wrong, talk to me, it's ok, you don't need to cry" Virgil comforted me and he got into bed with me.

"I thought I was over it" I wailed.

"Over what" he was getting even more upset because of my emotional breakdown.

"The abuse, the rape, the molestation" I lied, I can't tell him that my grandma passed away.

"It's ok, babe, I'll help you I promise" Virgil whispered.