Gasoline (boyxboy) ✅

Chapter Ten

I've decided on twenty chapters. Possibly more?? We'll have to see when I get closer. This chapter is really just a flashback. Possibly triggering?

~Ten Years Ago~

||-Oliver's POV-||

"Love, please go watch some movies up in your room. Lock the door, and don't come downstairs until I come to get you, okay?" my mum's soothing voice said.

I nodded, "I love you, mum."

I hugged her tightly, she kissed my head, smiling at me. I waved before rushing up the stairs to my room. I grasped the remote, turning on the television. I was happy to see my favorite movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas, was on at the moment.

I excitedly turned the volume up, hearing a door downstairs open. I sat on my bed, memorized by the show.

"You fucking idiot! Did you even fucking try?" I heard my father's voice slur angrily over the sound of the movie.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm trying extremely hard for him! He's only a child! You're never even home to help me with the house work!" my mum choked out.

I pulled the blankets up to my chin. I honestly was confused. Why he so mad at her? She works so hard?

"Housework is for fucking women! Where the fuck is it?" I heard my father scream in reply.

I knew he was referring to me when he said 'it'. I checked the door, making sure it was locked.

I returned to my bed, trying to focus on the movie. I was lost in the songs and rhymes until I heard a loud yelp of pain.

"That's what you fucking get you slut!" my father's voice yelled. I heard hit after hit followed with cries of pain.

Mum told me to stay up here, but she was getting hurt? What was I supposed to do? I had an idea. Her room. It had a phone! I could sneak in there and call the police. I rapidly grasped the doorknob, quietly turning it. I didn't bother closing it. I tip-toed towards mum's room.

I reached the room, opening the door and locking myself inside. I reached for the phone, it was high on the wall. I couldn't reach it, it was placed above a small coffee table. I stood up on the table, attempting to reach it.

I stretched my arm, slightly grabbing the bottom, knocking it down. I picked it up and dialed 911. I thought about it, would they take daddy away? And what if I never saw him again? He told me that he'd take me to the shore for my birthday.

I realized what was right. Mummy didn't deserve this abuse. No one did.

"This is dispatcher Jardine, what's your emergency?" a polite voice answered.

"Umm my father, h-he just got home, he's hurting my mum. I need help," I whisper-yelled into the phone.

"Okay, hunny, you need to stay calm. Tell me your address please? I'll send help as soon as possible, okay sweetie?" the kind voice replied.

"I live in the downtown apartments. Umm, I think the number is twenty-four. Yeah, floor two, number twenty-four," I said hearing an extremely loud crash. I trembled in fright.

"Please hurry," mumbled.

"I'm sending two policemen, and one ambulance. Okay sweetie? They should be there in no time. I'll stay right here, on the phone with you," she said, in a calm voice.

"T-t-thank you," I said.

The line was silent for a bit. I was focusing on the noise from downstairs. I heard sirens in no time, hearing a loud bang on the door.

"They're here! They came! Thank you! Thank you!" I said into the phone, before hanging up.

I was so thankful for the phone lady's help. I opened the door, rushing down the stairs, seeing my father in handcuffs. He was glaring at me, no emotion was clear on his face. I searched for my mother. I looked around, seeing them removing my father from the house.

Excitement filled my body, I couldn't wait to see mum. I looked out the door, seeing my mother's body, on a gurney. She was being placed in the ambulance.

"Mum! Wait! You can't take her!" I screamed with tears at the rim of my eye. The police cars left, leaving me here with the ambulance.

I ran over to the vehicle, seeing my mum's bloody, and bruised face. The blood was in streaks of her perfect hair. Her eyes were rimmed with black circles. The left side of her face had splotches of black and blue almost everywhere.

I hated seeing her like this. I called them to help her! Why weren't they doing anything? I was so furious. I hope my father rotted in that bloody jail cell. I wish I was the one on the gurney. She didn't deserve this. I put my hand over my mouth, holding back sobs. I hated myself for staying up in my room. I could've helped her.

The red liquid was spilling down her lip from her nostrils.

"Mum?" I whispered. She didn't reply. She didn't move.

Her eyes were closed, and on that day, her eyes never opened. They never opened again, and they never will.

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