The Fallen Angels

Part 9

^^i drew a shitty thing^^
••the usual trigger warnings•lil bit o make out stuff• ;)

Oliver's pov

The weight is heavy, it's sudden. I'll be fine and then I feel so low. It's like I'm drowning, and I'm trapped. I fight for myself all the time, but what happens when I can't anymore? Who will save me, I sure as hell cant save myself.

Today I have class with sage. Art class to be exact, it's right after lunch. And oh shit, lunch is now. Fuck me. I snapped out of my thoughts by a hand touching my shoulder, I probably jumped six feet in the air. "Hey buddy!" Harper said quite loudly in my ear, "Sweet baby Jesus, Harper, you scared the shit out of me!" I loudly said. "Oops sorry, anyways how is it going? Anything you wanna tell me?" It's like she knows I need to tell her something, is that a thing angels can do? " u-Um yeah actually, I might have a small, itty bitty crush on a guy maybe I don't know." I stumbled a bit on my words, I'm a nervous person. Her eyes instantly lit up, " AAAHHH who is it? You gotta tell meeeeee!" She said excitedly as she hopped up and down. Mind you, we were outside of the cafeteria so no one could see or hear us so I didn't have anything to worry about. I swear to god I have never seen someone so exited. I was able to take my mind to places other than darkness, it was a nice change.
"Hey, I've gotta go home for a while, it won't be long I promise." Harper suddenly says, to be honest I was scared for her to leave. What would happen to me? "W-what? Why? Y-you can't l-leave! I n-n-need you!" I said my voice trembling as I spoke. "I'm really sorry Oliver, but I have to go they need me for an emergency, I'm not supposed to tell you about it. I'll be back in one day, I know you can be strong enough for one day. If anyone gives you shit bad enough to make you try something I'll know and come back. I promise." She said softly to me. She pulled me into a hug, I hugged back. I am so fucked! One day! This is not going to be good. Maybe sage could walk with me again.... no no nevermind, he couldn't risk being with me, I'm too big of a mistake. I looked up expecting to see Harper, but I only saw thin black smoke and a single white feather on the ground where she had been. I snatch up the feather and put it in my hoodie pocket. Just then the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. I didn't eat, I'm fat enough as it is.

I start my walk back to class, but it didn't last long. "Hey fag, shouldn't you be in class?" A harsh voice sneered at me. I didn't dare look up to see Troy's face, I didn't dare answer either. "ANSWER ME FAGGOT!" He shouted, they eyes of the remaining people in the hallway were glued to the floor as they hurried back to class. He raised his hand as I looked up at him, he slapped me across the face, hard. His hands have done ugly things, wrong things. They are cold and unforgiving like the world I live in. I don't need to go to hell if I already live in my own. I didn't fall the first time, I should have. "Trying to be strong are we? You are not strong, you're worthless. I will break you Oliver, you are nothing to anyone." He spat out his insults one after the other. I felt them hurting me. It felt like walking barefoot over a gravel road, the paint was there but I could bear it just to get it over with. He punched me in the jaw, and I went flying to the floor. He kicked my head twice, and my stomach multiple times. I'm not even fighting it anymore. I know he's stronger than me. It must not be bad enough to kill me or else Harper would be here, unless she doesn't care. She said that she cared though, she said she would come back. He promised to protect me. I don't understand how she can be so heartless, but yet it is understandable, for she has no feelings. She's dead. She. Isn't. Real. By now the tears falling down my face were not from troy's abuse, but from my own brain abusing me. But then he stopped, everything stopped, he walked away. He left me bleeding on the floor, not even by bully stays long enough to finally finish me. Why do I have to be here, why can't I be dead. I hear footsteps approach behind me. I feel a strong pair of arms lifting me up from the ground. I can not see who it is. Maybe it's an angel, come to take me away. The person speaks to me. "Are you Alright Oliver?" A soft voice asks me. His voice reminds me of the sunshine. Like the feeling you get when the leaves start to change for fall. Sage has come for me. "M'fine" I mumble. "You are not fine." He turns me around, never letting go of me, I'm leaning on him for support. I can't look at him, I'm disgusting. I don't want to look at his beautiful face, I'm too ugly for him. "Hey look at me." He says softly. "Please" He begs in a whisper. "I c-can't, I'm disgusting." I say, barely audible. "You are not, don't be ridiculous." He says. He takes me by surprise and lifts me up, carrying me cradled against his chest. He takes me to the bathroom and sets me on the counter. I stare at my shoes. I feel him looking at me, oddly it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It's almost like he cares. He turns around and gets a paper towel and puts water on it. He begins to wipe the blood off my face from my split lip. "Can you please look at me." He asks softly. "N-no." I say and close my eyes. Why can't I be invisible. "Oliver, look at me." He says, more demanding, more forceful. I flinched at his tone and opened my eyes. He saw me flinch, he probably thinks that I'm a coward. He's not wrong. "I'm sorry i didn't mean to say it like that, just please look at me." I look up at him slowly. "Whatever He said to you isn't true Oliver, I think that you are amazing. You're so beautiful." He said, I don't think he meant for it all to come out. He brushed my dark hair out of my face, and I saw him. I saw his warm green eyes. I saw his smile. "I-I'm not beautiful." I state. He looks at me, and then he begins to clean the blood on my hands. I wonder how that got there. Then it hit me. No no no no he's gonna see my scars. Shit. They must've spit open. He's gonna leave me. He's going to hit me. He's going to tell everyone. He's going to forget me. He starts to reach for my sleeve, to clean up the blood there. I jerk my hand away fast, startling him. I hold my arm to my chest, breathing choppy breaths. "Why did you take your arm away, I was going to clean it up."
" Y-you don't understand, y-you c-can't see it. I-I don't want you to." I say shaking. He looks at me with caring eyes, empathy flowing from them. "Oliver, show me please, they can't be that bad." He says softly. He doesn't know that it's self harm, he thinks Troy did it. Sage takes my arm out of my own grasp, he holds it carefully. He starts to pull up my sleeve, he can see everything. He sees how much of a mistake I am. I'm worthless. I'm insane. He's going to leave me now. He gasps softly, and looks up at me locking our eyes. He looks angry. He's going to hit me. I see him reach his arms out, and I flinch away and brace for the impact of his palms on my bruised skin. But it doesn't come. Instead he embraces me, and I feel safe. He holds me, I hear him cry in my shoulder. When he pulls away from me, tears stain his perfect skin. "Why are you crying?" I ask him. "Because you don't need to cry anymore, you have enough pain already. I want to make it better." He says. I feel like I have never felt before. I feel loved. He places his palms of both sides of my face. He runs his thumbs under my eyes, collecting tears that I didn't know had fallen. And then he leans in. He brings my face towards his. Our lips centimeters apart. And then he closes his eyes, and he closes the gap. His lips are on mine, sage is kissing me. I was frozen in shock, but I kissed back. I've never been kissed before. His hands travel to my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him. Since I'm sitting on the counter still, he moves in between my legs. I hook my legs around him, and he deepens the kiss more. Hot breaths mix in the air, the atmosphere changing rapidly. His young runs over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let his tongue into my mouth, and a small moan escapes my lips. We stay like that for a little longer, exploring each other's mouths, hands roaming to places never before touched on each other. I felt his had slip under my shirt, and I pulled away. He can't see me, I'm not ready. I'm too ugly. I suddenly became very scared. What if he gets angry at me? What if he won't stop? "C-can we s-stop?" I ask in a timid voice. I'm sure a few tears ran down my face, I was becoming very self conscious, and very, very terrified. "Of course baby, if you aren't ready we don't have to keep going." He says softly. "You- you're not mad?" I ask, tears still streaming down my face. "No, no, of course not." He softly says and wipes the tears off my face. He pulls me in for another hug, and this time I don't hesitate to hug back. "If it's alright with you, I would like for us to go out sometime." He says, and I get butterflies in my stomach. "S-sure, I would l-like that" I say, my voice muffled by his shoulder. Suddenly the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. "Meet me in the Park by Main Street, tonight at 7:30." He says, I nod my head and tell him I'll be there. He gives me a final kiss on the cheek. And he leaves, apologizing for having to meet his mom in the parking lot. I get up off the counter and walk out of school. What a day. I wonder when Harper will be back.
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Heyyyyyy! Sorry it's been so long. I tried to write a make out session? Idk if it was any good, I hope you all have had a wonderful day! I've got so much more planned for this story!!!!!!
Xoemma