Can you Feel my heart?

- {Austin}

He wouldn't look at me. He was sitting, quiet, in this room of noise. His parents were clammering on with Lynn and Kelli. Vic and Tony were chatting in my ear. He had a dark purple bruise on his wrist. It mocked me. 

"Austin?" 

I looked over at Vic. His eyes looked up.

"Why aren't you saying anything? I've been asking you questions all night." 

He shrugged. 

"Sorry." 

He looked down at his hands. 

"So have you heard anything else from the police?" 

Kelli asked. Oliver's head snapped up. The room fell into uneasy silence. 

"No." 

He said. Quiet. 

"There was no charges. Not enough viable evidence they said." 

His mom laid her hands in her lap. 

"Well that doesn't matter." 

She said in a light tone. 

"He's healed up and doing well." 

Kelli let out a nervous chuckle. 

"Sorry to bring up old scars. I just care." 

His mom laid a hand over hers. 

"And I appreciate it." 

He shot up abruptly , the chair slamming back. 

"Excuse me." 

He murmured weakly. His mom was standing, about to tail him. I held up my hand, halting her. 

"I'll talk to him." 

He had weaved through the hallways. In the darkness I fumbled around, trying to hear a door close. Any noise. Lynn's door was ajar, and I pushed it open. He was sitting on her bed, face tear soaked, shoulders shaking. I gently closed the door behind me, leaning against it. 

"Baby, I-" 

"Do not  Baby me Austin." 

I looked down, swallowing hard. 

"I messed up. Ok. I should have kicked his ass for grabbing you. I should have followed you." 

He was silent. I set next to him. 

"Oliver. I am sorry that I didn't do anything. " 

I looked down at his hand, disgust slithering in my stomach. 

"Why did you freeze up?" 

He said sniffling.  I sighed. 

"I don't know. Maybe it was because of David. Maybe Alan. He looked hurt." 

"So"

His voice was laden with poison, dark drops rolling off words. 

" And I didn't look hurt when they did things to me? When they tried to rape me? Tell me how much pain was in my face, in my eyes. So he got his damn feelings hurt. I got my body hurt by him. Why don't you get that? He has tried to make me so fucking miserable for liking you, and now that you're mine you still let it affect you?" 

His words bowled over me, needles pricking my skin. 

"Nothing to say?" 

His tone was broken, bleeding pain. I reached over and grabbed him, pulling him across my waist. He had his hands on chest in protest. My hands gripped his ass, pulling him against me. 

"Austin don't you fucking dare." 

I silenced him with my kiss. He thawed, melting against me. A sense of relief came over me when I felt his arms come around my shoulders, his fingers in my hair. His lips were salty from the tears, my own sadness bleeding through. 

"I'm sorry." 

I said. I brought a hand to his cherub face, rubbing away stray tears. 

"I'm sorry not because I don't want you to be mad anymore, but because I love you. I love you with all the air in my lungs and blood in my veins." 

He hugged me. Tightly, never letting go. I locked my arms around his back, my nose resting in the crook of his neck. We sat in our embrace for a moment. 

"Come with me after dinner. I have things for you at the house. I can take you back home." 

He nodded, pulling away from me. His eyes were bloodshot, cheeks pink. 

"Stay here and get cleaned up." 

I smoothed his hair, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. 

"I love you too." 

He whispered. I smiled. I walked to the door, opening it. I looked back at him. What a wonderful thing he was. Angelic and godly. His smile was weak, but it reached his eyes. His smoldering, great eyes. The ones I fell so deeply into. The eyes that held me hostage. I hoped that I was never set free.