Oliver and I were still hugging each other, not wanting to let go. We both heard my mother screaming into the phone about me getting beat up at school. I was glad that I was getting out of that hell hole. I didn't want to waste anymore time there.
"Love, you alright?" Oli asked softly.
"Better than ever." I mumble in his chest.
He chuckles and pulls me closer.
"Well I'm homeschooling her! Goodbye!" My mother shouted and slammed the phone down.
"I hate that fucking school." She mutters under her breath and walks over to us.
Oliver and I pull apart and look at her.
"How's your head sweetie?" She asked softly.
"Fine." I reply with a smile. "You really hate that school now don't you?" I laughed, then winced in pain because of he pain still in my ribs.
Oliver puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.
"Yes I hate that school. Why did I ever send you there in the first place!? I knew kids were picking on you!" She sighed. "I should have pulled you out sooner, this never would have happened." She said sadly.
"Mom, don't put this on yourself. None of us knew this was going to happen. Please, and I mean the both of you, don't put this on yourselves. We didn't know." I explained.
My mother sat down next to the other side of me and grabbed my hand. Both her and Oli are in denial because they think it's both of there faults. It's really non of theirs. It's mine, I'm just being me. I sigh quietly and rest my head on Oliver's chest.
"So are Oliver and I homeschooled now?" I ask softly to my mom.
"Mhm. You're gonna have to have someone get your stuff though." She lightly chuckled.
I lightly chuckle too, "Yea. I know a person who I think can help get or stuff." I said thinking aloud.
"Who?" Oli asked.
"My good friend Alice." I reply, kissing his cheek.
He smiles his bright smile and kissed my forehead.
"Well Abby, can I at least get you cleaned up?" My mother asked softly.
"Yea." I said.
Oliver helped me up and my mother and I walked to the bathroom. Oliver stayed in the living room, he wanted us to have some time together. We enter the bathroom and I sit on the toilet, while my mom gets out the first aid kit.
"He's very protective of you." She said.
"Oliver, yea, he is." I smile.
"You both really love each other, I can tell." She laughed.
"We really do mom. I don't think we'll ever fall apart." I said.
She walked up to me and lightly dabbed a towel covered in rubbing alcohol on my opened wounds. I hiss in pain and she pulls back giving a light 'sorry' as she did. She continued for a while when she talked to me again.
"Do you see yourself with him in the future? You know, like having a family or...?" She asked.
I smile looking at the floor. "Yes, I do see a future with him. I want him in my life." I said, smiling thinking to the family we would have.
"What if he walks out on you like dad did?" She asked softly.
I look up at her with hurt in my eyes. "Mom he would never do that to me. I know he wouldn't." I say.
"Oh really? How do you know?" She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at me with a hard expression.
"He loves me mom, he told me himself that he would never leave me, or that he wants no one else, he only wants me. Mom he had a wife that cheated on him. Now that he has me, he's not gonna have that mistake happen again. I would never do that to him and he wouldn't with me. He's not gonna let me slip through his fingers." I state.
She had a look of shock on her face. "He was married?"
I nod my head.
"I feel so bad for him. Now that you told me that, I know now that you two will be together, forever." She smiled slightly.
I do that same. My mother went back to cleaning my wounds and fixing me up.
"Mom?" I ask.
"Hmm?" She replied.
"Can you keep the Oliver thing a secret. I don't want him to feel worse, you know?" I say.
"I understand sweetie. I won't get in the way. Now go along and be with him." She smiled.
"Thanks mom." I pull her in a soft hug then left the bathroom.
I walked into the living room and see Oliver staring blankly out the window.
"Oli?" I say softly.
He moves his head over to look at me me and smiles brightly. He winded his arms and motioned me to come over to him. I smile and shake my head, I walk over to him and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. I snuggle into his chest and smell I his sent.
"I love you Oliver." I say quietly.
"I love you more Abby." He laughed.
I look up at him and he looks at me. I lean up and press my lips to his, our lips felt perfect on one another's. My hands move up to his checks and pull him closer. I felt his tongue glide over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, and our tongues fought with one another's. Of course Oliver won, I pull away for breath. I look at Oliver's lips, to see them pink and swollen. Mine probably looked the same. I moved my eyes to look into his, and smile. His eyes were a perfect shade of brown, like the kind of chocolate brown that's really delicious.
I heard Oliver chuckle. "You think my eyes look delicious?"
I turn a shade of bright red and look away.
"Not funny." I pout. "It's just another one of those things about you." I say quietly.
He moved my head to look back at him. "I think it's adorable love. Please stay the same, don't ever change." He rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes.
'I won't Oli, for you.' I thought.
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Sleepwalking (An Oliver Sykes fanfiction)*COMPLETED*
FanficAbby Wilson is an average emo girl. Shes a senior in high school, she's the outcast from everyone else. Things were going just fine until she had a dream that felt real.