Don't Rain On My Parade (Boyxxboy)

Chapter Twenty

***LUCAS POV***

I walked into Oliver's room and was bombarded with emotions. A glare so full of hate from Kenna that I wanted to Hightail it out of there, Stunned suspicion from a heart broken looking Oliver, and Slight Joy from Jeremi. I stood in the doorway, eyeing the beautiful bird perched on a bird stand cleaning her feathers, was the thing going to fly at me again. I heard Oliver sigh and hold out his arm.

"Beauty come." He says his voice flat without his usual hyperness. Woah he really was heart broken. The bird cawed and I flinched as she flew over and landed on Oliver's arm.

"OLLY OLLY!" She cried and butted her head under his chin. Ok, I had to admit. that was adorable. Oliver cracked a small smile as he brought the bird closer to his body, letting her hop down and sit on his legs. Kenna was still staring two holes in my head and I gave her a small little wave. She sniffed and crossed her arms.

"What the fuck do you want? come here to pick on Oliver or something?" She asks, her voice full of hate. I don't blame her. I was an ass to her best friend. I shake my head and stuff my hands in my pockets, trying to keep them from noticing the shaking. I shake when I was afraid, and right now I was terrified. I look over to Jeremi and I see her giving me a weak smile which I return. She wont let them hurt me right? Though even if they did I would deserve it. "Are you going to talk or can you just get the fuck out?" Kenna hisses. Oliver lightly smacks her.

"Hey give him a minute. he obviously needs to tell us something or he wouldn't have come here." He says, His voice quiet. The bird squawks and flaps her wings, clawing her way up to sit on his shoulder. Oliver caught me looking and pointed at the bird. "Her name's beauty." He says with a shrug. I nod and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
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"I'm here for a few reasons actually. First one" I look Oliver in the eyes. "I'm sorry about the shit I have put you through, I'm sorry I use to beat you up and I'm sorry I still verbally abuse you. It's wrong. Its unacceptable. And I wont do that anymore, I'll leave you alone. Like I should have been doing in the first place. I don't expect you to forgive me, and you shouldn't. But I just had to apologize." Kenna snorts with disgust.

"You fucker put my best friend in the hospital. And you just expect him to say OK and act like it never happened? Get lost asshole." She says I gap at her. When did I put Oliver in the hospital? Jeremi saw my confusion and sighed.

"Last time you beat him up, you punched his chest and nearly killed him. He was sent to the hospital after... After we all found him." She says stumbling over who actually found him. And by the flash of pain in Olivers eyes I could tell it was Rolland that found him. WAIT WHAT!

" That day I hit you in the chest. I put you in the hospital? But How?" I say, I knew I punched him Hard but Hard enough to kill him? That was impossible. All three pale at my question, Oliver's arms wrapping around his chest protectivly and my intrest is peaked. "Whats wrong with your chest? You always use to protect it like your life depended on it." I ask. Kenna snaps.

"That's because it does you Bastard!" She snarls. I clench my fists in my pockets and close my eyes. Calm down, dont snap, it wont help anything. I hear Oliver slap her again.

"Calm down Kenna he doesnt know." He says sadly. I open my eyes and peer at him, my eyebrow raised. He shrugs and starts to lift his shirt up. Seeing my wided eyed stare he just snickers. "Calm down and just look." He says lifting his shirt up all the way. I gasp and stare. Right in the middle of his chest or well what should have been his chest was a hole, his chest caved in painfully.

"Did I do that?" I say my eyes no doubt bugging out of my face. Oliver shakes his head and puts his shirt down, covering the cave in.

"No, It's called Pectus excavatum and before you ask what it is I'll tell you. Its a congenital deformity. The walls of my chest are caved in and it makes my sternum and ribs grow wrong. It actually displaced my heart so now its more centered and to the right then my left." He says automatically, like he was reciting something he had said numerous times before, which I'm sure he has. "If I get hit in the chest hard enough or in the wrong way It will kill me." He says not meeting my eyes. My eyes Widen as the horror of what I had done hit me.