SAVIN' ME (A Bratva AU)

Chapter 3

My lovelies!

Here I bring you a new chapter. It turned out to be more angsty in the beginning than I intended, but later there's a bit of humor that I wasn't expecting, so I guess that one balance the other. I hope you like it.

Before I leave you to the reading, I have to tell you that it's amazing the feedback you've been giving me. You guys rock! Can't believe how many people like this fic. Thank you so muchi!

Now, here it is Chapter 3.

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CHAPTER 3

Oliver knew he was dreaming, and yet he wasn't able to pull himself out of it. He had the same dream for years, so many times that he lost count. He didn't know how many nights he woke up drenched in sweat and screaming, just because of it. And it wasn't even a dream; it was the memory of the worst day of his life. He was reliving the moment when he lost everything. The event unfolded painfully before his eyes once more, with nothing he could do to stop it.

It was like if he was watching a movie. He was a spectator and a participant at the same time. The 28-year-old man, he was now, watched the 9-year-old boy, he had been, sitting between his parents, on the back seat of a luxurious Bentley. He remembered that he tuned out from the terse conversation between his mom and dad, which it wasn't the first one he witnessed in the last year. He had all his undivided attention on a game he was playing. He only paused Super Mario, and pulled his eyes from the tiny screen of the Game Boy on his hands, when his dad, Robert, patted his leg, demanding him to set the focus on him.

"You like it here, don't you, son? You had fun during the vacations."

Oliver had been excited three months back when, unexpectedly, Robert said they'd spend the summer abroad, to be more precise on Moscow. At first instance, it sounded exotic and interesting. It had been for the most part. Oliver made some new friends, visited places he never had been, and was learning a new language. But also, it had been a little disappointing.

He expected his dad to spend more time with him, now that he was away from the office at QC. But he hadn't. Instead, Robert barely spent time with the family; he was busier than ever. Oliver felt a bit lonely. His mom, Moira, was also very busy taking care of Oliver's baby sister, Thea. He adored his sister, but her being a baby, who all what she did was sleep, eat, and cry, there was no much he could do to have fun with her.

His only solace had been his new friends, Pabiyan and Nikolai. The time he spent with them had been fun. The two boys made their best effort to hurdle the language barrier and taught him the Russian way to do things.

Moira hadn't been too happy with the newly forged friendship. She said that those children were not good enough to be acquaintances of her son. Robert dismissed his wife's words. He was glad that the boys were getting along. That friendship could be beneficial in the future, Moira, he had said.

"What would you say if we stay living here, in Russia?" Robert asked his son. "Would you like that?"

"I don't know. What about school? My friends?" Oliver wondered. He loved his life in Star City.

"You can go to the same school as Niko and Pabiyan. They are your friends, right?"

"I guess," he said, shrugging with one shoulder.

"There you go. You'll be fine, Ollie. You'll feel like home and you'll have more new friends."

Something was telling to the kid that that wouldn't be true. Oliver's old-self pitied the younger version of himself. The boy had no idea how right he was. Or how fast it would be a fact.