Can you Feel my heart?

Antivist {Oliver}

I had fallen on the floor with a hard thud. I groaned and rolled over onto my back, my head throbbing. I laid there, staring at my ceiling. My adrenaline was still sprinting through me. My mind raced with what would happen. What would they do when they found out I hadn't gotten in? My biggest fear is that Vic would tell Austin. I pushed myself off of the floor and climbed in bed, retreating under the covers. I curled up, wishing myself to be small, disappear into the creases of the sheets. I closed my eyes, my brain still swirling with the thoughts of tonight. 

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When I woke, my head felt like it had been shattered. I felt my forehead and winced, my fingers running over a tight knot. I trudged down stairs. The hairs on my neck stood and I got a wave of chills. Sitting next to my mom on the couch was Kellin. I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Hi." 

I said coldly. He looked uncomfortable. He stood up and came to me, keeping hid distance. 

"Can we talk?" 

He asked quietly. 

I looked at my mom and she urged me. I set my mouth in a line, knowing I couldn't protest. I pushed past him and walked into the kitchen. He trailed behind me. He leaned against the cabinet and sighed. 

"Look Oliver, I know you probably hate me." 

I looked at him smiling. 

"No I don't hate you. Why would I hate someone who almost got me raped, and wanted me to break into a house." 

My words dripped with sarcasm. He frowned.  

"Please be serious." 

"Why?" 

He sighed again. 

"Because I came here to ask you something." 

I crossed my arms. 

"What to break into another house? Or maybe a bank this time?" 

He stood up coming closer. 

"Keep your voice down. And no that isn't what I came here for." 

"Then why are you here?" 

He looked at me, pity washing his face. 

"To say I'm sorry." 

My expression dropped. 

"I know that that it's hard to believe, but I'm sorry for making you do that last night. And I'm sorry for the party. It was my fault that you were hurt." 

I could feel a frown coming. 

"And that's all you wanted to say?" 

He nodded. 

"Yeah." 

I felt anger boil up. 

"So you want me to forgive you? Feel sorry for you now that you've decided to be a good person?" 

"You don't have to forgive me. I just want you to know that I am sorry."