The Devil's Dimples

Our Rock.

There are somethings that you can only find if you really look for them.

Our rock, for example.

So, last year was my first year of secondary school. Also a pretty rough time. You make mistakes and sometimes you need a place to escape them.

Olivia, Sebastian and my wonderful self would hide away, plop our selves on the edge of our rock and talk shit about everyone.

Just kidding.

I mean we mostly talked shit about everyone but we we sometimes talked about crushes, dislikes and Sebastian's plan to become president.

Sebastian for president 2020

The only time any of us have ever seen anybody else on our rock apart from us was last month when Julie got lost on her way back to the retirement home. She was fine, just really confused. We walked her home and that was that.

So there you have it, our rock. I'm not going to describe it to you, I'm pretty sure the majority of people have seen a rock before. If you haven't, you have clearly been living under one. Wait that doesn't work...

Anywho, so there we were, legs swinging, humming and chattering along on a rock. As you do.

"Okay, let's play twenty questions." Olivia suggests.

"Oh come on Liv, we suck at that game." I groan. It's true. Last time we played, Sebastian admitted to 'murder' and everyone freaked out before he could explain he meant he killed a few spiders a few days before. By then, the mood was kind of ruined.

"No, no. That was one time! We can do better," she insists. I give a roll of my eyes but nod my head anyway. Here we go.

She flashes a toothy grin. "Sebastian. When was the last time you cried?"

Seb sinks down like a shriveled turtle and blushes. "Fingers crossed this won't effect my ego.." He begins.

"What ego?" Olivia retorts. She has a point.. But thankfully Sebastian only shoots her a mocking look and carries on.

"That YouTube video of the lion reunited with his owners. It's the saddest thing, two men adopt a lion but it gets too big for their flat so they have to release it. Then a year later, when they go to see the lion in his new home in the wild, it remembers them." Sebastian recalls with a look of happiness in his eye. He's squishing his cheeks with his hands as he tells the story.

"Ha-okay." Olivia snorts. "You big slop. Like that would even be possible anyway". Sebastian rolls his eyes.

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"Oh.... My..... Goodness...." Olivia says between sobs and shuts down the laptop, plonking it back on her bed. "He did, he remembered them! After all of that time..." She wipes her tear-stained eyes. "Faith in humanity restored. I needed that after Sebastian ran over that bunny."

"For the last time, I didn't see it coming! And why the hell would you run out into a busy road at night time?" He yells.

"Oh, I don't know, because he was a bunny! Stupid cars. And stupid you. Everyone has a right to be stupid, Sebastian, but you my friend are abusing the privilege."

"All right!" I yell. Jesus Christ, this was like baby sitting dragons. "Sebastian, you murdered a bunny and Olivia, you just found out your heart isnt as cold as you thought so I know you are all going through a rough time right now but is it at all possible for you to both shut the hell up? My head is killing me..." I lash. I shouldn't lash out. I hate it when I do but I can't not. I guess you could say it's in my blood.

"Why is your head hurting?" Olivia frowns. "And Lilah... Lilah, why is it bleeding?" My heart drops down into my stomach. "Lilah, what did that bitch do to this time, huh? Did she scar you? Push you down the stairs again? Answer me Lilah!"

My head throbs.

"What's happening? Olivia sit the fuck down and explain. Is she going to be alright?" Sebastian commands

My eyes ache.

"She did didn't she? She hurt you again. I'm going to kill her." Olivia decides.

"I'm fine..." I mutter. She must have done some damage, but there is no possible way a little scratch from a small glass bottle could be worse than the child authorities getting involved again.

Never again.

A/N yes, most of this chapter was about a rock. But hey, I guess I'm 'that kind of author'. You know. The weird one.

Anyway, remember to please like, vote and comment on what you think you want the next chappy to be about. Xoxoxo

Ugh I hate the word chappy.

#that moment you realise this whole story is really about a rock.