The Almost Unreal

If Only

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Autins pov.

If only I had done my job. My job as a boyfriend; Olive would be here. Kicking Nicks ass, fending for me. But I didn't, I didn't do my job. So now, I'm the one getting my ass kicked.

I barely feel the punches and kicks, my mental pain stronger. I can barely hear Nicks taunting voice, daring me to fight back. I was to weak though, to do anything but nothing.

I feel like the ay in okay; completely useless. I hold my head with my hands, curled up on the ground. I feel Nicks foot dig into my back repeatedly, each one feeling like a stab. Every time I think about a chained up Olive though, it's like a stab to the heart.

The bell rings and Nicks rhythm of kicking me halts. He runs away, sending me a smirk. I pull myself into a sitting position and I put my back onto the lockers. Its my fault.... all my fault...

A few minutes later, the second bell rings and everybody but a couple stranglers have disappeared in class. I dont bother going to class since I can't seem to concentrate for my life.

I hear my name and snap my head up. What? Oh, it was the intercom. Why would I need to go to the office? Was I in trouble? Had they found Olive!? What if they had?!

I run to the office, which was actually right below me. I scramble down the stairs, excited that they might have found Olive. I swing open the door, breathing heavily from my sprint.

"Oli-" I start to say when I see.. them. I almost choke on my on saliva. They were here. They had found me.

My mum grins at me, a glimmer of evil in her eyes. My father though, does not try to hid his anger. He had enough sense to stay silent.

"Hey Aussie! I was just coming over here to.. tell you something. Its about your aunt." she says, racking her brain for a good reason.

"Oh Im s-sorry mum. I can't, I got a test in History. I cant miss it. It counts for 70% of our grade." I say, telling the truth. I had a History test next period and it did count for a lot. Although, I really wasnt going to take it..

"Oh it will only take a minute or two," she says, cheerfully.

"No. I really sho-" I start. The secretary rolls her eyes and says,

"Come on, boy! I'll make sure they don't start without ya. Just talk to your damn parents," I never really liked Ms.Patterson, she was always to strict. Now though, she's moving up the list of least favorites.

"Here, lets go out into the hallway for.. privacy." My mum says. I reluctantly follow her. We turn the corner and then my dad slams me into the locker. He gets his face close to mine and I see a small new scar on his nose. I wonder who gave him that...

"Where the hell where you boy?" He growls. My eyes were wide open.

"I-I-I... How did you fine m-me?" I ask, the question burning in my brain.

"Your all over the telly! With that girl. That girl that attacked me. I'd recognize her anywhere," he growls, pulling me up by my shirt. Now I know where he got that scar.

I stay silent, not responding. I was too shocked that they had found me to speak. My mum angrily asks, "She knocked over my perfect portrait!"

"Where were you?!" my dad growls again.

I stay silent, not wanting them to know I was a block away the whole time. "Where were you?!" His hands clasp around my arms tighter, cutting of blood circulation.

"Ok! ok! I was at a friends house!" I say, giving in. Half lying.

He drops me to the ground and says.