Sharing with boys and the bad boy

Chapter 30: Failing.

Chapter 30

So... It's my thirtieth chapter so I'm gonna be nice and do it in Ollie' POV again, I've done it once and I thought I'd do it again, comment if you want another in Ollie's POV again and then I will if it fits in.

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*OLLIES POV*

The sofa was dark blue and had stuffing leaking out of holes, onto the floor in the main office, a part I had never visited of Mickeys. The red chipped plaster on the walls faded in patched and a crack ran across a corner of far wall. A silver filing cabinet was pressed up against it and a desk was in the middle of the room. A small computer and sheets of paper were spread across it and pens were collected in a pot by the side. The sofa was pressed against the left wall and a small table held a kettle and a biscuit tin. A chair was behind the desk and a few more were in front of it. The floors were bare wood panels but covered with a big extravagant rug.

"Just lay her on the sofa, Oliver." Wendy whispered as I carried Willow bridal style, into the office. I leaned over and laid her onto the sofa and made sure she was sat comfortably. Wendy pulled a chair next to Willow offered for me to sit down. I accepted it and she sat down also. I couldn't speak. I didn't even know what happened but all I can say is that during the time I was carrying her, my eyes drifted to her wrist. It lay lifelessly across her chest, the fingers brushing across my tee. My eyes would squeeze close and I would remind myself to look at something else.

"Here." The father of the big family walked into the room carrying a tray with three cups of coffee and a glass of water. I had learned his name was Thomas. He had also that his oldest child, Layla, faints under pressured situations and thank god, he was a qualified nurse. His attempt as calming my nerves had failed and my fingers knotted themselves into the bottom of Willow's vest, her breathing slow and peaceful and then mine, furiously and out of time. I have him a warm smile as he handed me the drink. He handed another cup to Wendy who took it gratefully and placed it next to her. As Wendy sat near Willows feet and I was in line with her stomach, there was a clear space for another chair and person, right next to her head. He pulled up a seat and sat, looking straight at Willow.

"If you don't mind, I would like to check up on your sister?" He asked me and a small smile slid onto my face.

"It's not my sister,Sir." I corrected and a small blush rose to his face. He muttered a small apology and balanced his briefcase onto his lap. My eyes linked with Willow, and the small amused smile faded off if his smile. He started to do random checks and each time, his brow would furrow and he would suck in his bottom lip. He checked her heartbeat and then finally checked the visible parts of her body for bruising. He tucked the equipment back into his briefcase and looked over at me.

"This is hard but I have to ask you, does your girlfriend have a history of someone being violent towards her?" He asked me and I gulped. I thought through the conversations we had had. Never had she mentioned anyone physically harming her. I thought of the first thing I could.

"Sir, in all honestly, I have only known her for a few weeks, you'd be better for asking her brother. You can come back to the house if you like? We all live together?" I suggested. He contemplated it for a small while. Finally he nodded, then excused himself to talk to his family. My body was numb and I only just felt Wendy's hand sliding into mine.

"She'll be fine, Oliver, she just was fretting too much and just fainted." She said, almost sounding like she was convincing herself. I couldn't let anything negative get in the way so I hoped for the reasoning Wendy gave. That's okay, right?

I studied Willows features and noticed how much I had. Her eyelashes were long and curled while her eyes were closed, her lips a natural pink colour which went with her tanned skin colour. Her figure was amazing for any clothes and anything suited. The ripped jeans showed inches of her perfect legs and thighs. Her hands were small and delicate and her arms were slim. Her legs were muscly due to all the soccer back in the UK. I need to make sure she gets back into it when she wakes up.

Just then, the doctor returned, and turned to nod towards the door. I smiled and scooped Willow into my arms, her limp body falling against mine easily. The man was quick to follow me out and I led him to my car. He gave me an approving look, obviously indicating my... well my sexy ride. I opened the back door and Thomas helped me slid her in and buckle her into the seat. As soon as she was in, I closed the door and went round to the drivers seat. The doctor rode shotgun and as I pulled away, Wendy waved me off with concern etched into her ageing face.

My eyes were trained onto Willow as I drove, checking for any signs of movement or her waking up but there was nothing. She sat still, her body slumped against the door, threatening to fall onto the floor if the seat belt wasn't in the way.

"How old is her brother?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"Nineteen. Though the two have been away from each other for a good three years now. Declan moved from UK to here when we were all sixteen and she recently just joined us." He just nodded, deep in thought. The car was in silence and you could cut the tension with a knife. The only sound you could hear was the small purr of the engine and a small ticking noise when ever I switched the indicator on. I was relieved when I saw the sign of our road. I then drove into our driveway and pulled to a halt outside.

Quickly getting Willow out of the car, we rang the door, where a happy Declan stood seconds later. His face dropped when he saw his baby sister sprawled lifelessly over my arms. His eyes flickered to the Thomas, and then back to me, they held a look of confusion and worry. He pulled to door open and ushered us inside. Being a single child, I had never experienced Declan's pain right now but I can almost imagine it. He looked inches from tears as he stared at Willow, now laid across the sofa in the TV room. After the painful seconds of watching Declan just look at Willow, I let out a small breathe that I didn't know I was holding. The Doctor ushered him out of the room and into the kitchen to ask some questions. I held onto to Willows hand and curse at myself. If we hasn't been arguing over her... cuts, then she wouldn't have done this in the first place. A small groan pulled me from my thoughts and I opened my eyes to see Willows fluttering. I hoped to god she didn't hear the raised voices erupting from the kitchen. Her eyes peered open and she let out a mighty yawn.

"Ollie? Hey, what happened?" She sighed, sitting up on the sofa. I just gave her a soft smile, and at that moment, the two guys walked back into the room. Their eyes lit up and they smiled at Willow. She returned it to Declan then looked at Thomas funnily. He bent down and offered her his hand and she took it.

"Hey willow, I'm Thomas, a doctor, I was around when you blanked out." He said and she nodded. I looked up at Declan and he looked seriously pissed.

"Why didn't you tell me how much she was hitting you?" Declan spat out into Willows direction. Her head snapped up and looked him straight in the eyes, her eyes leaked guilt and sadness. All I could say was how confused I was.

"Can someone explain something to me please?" I said and Declan turned to me.

"It's that little bitch. Our so called skank of a mother has been beating Willow, resulting in her body failing her."

That's the only time anyone has seen me cry.

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I am so sorry it took me so long to write! It was an awful chapter to write and there was no humour and that's why it took me forever. I apologise and I know nobody will like this chapter but in all honesty, neither do I. thanks guys though

~Dais

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