Chapter 11

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*when Oliver came back*

Why am I on my period all the time? I am on MY period all the time?well I thought it was only once a month,but okay if you say so. Just kidding.

"Your don't with me already?!? I'm on my period?! Look at you! You are no fucking better! Get out!" I yelled at him. His eyes widened. He was getting pissy with me and I'm not going to deal with it. He got up and got in my face.

"Listen you little bitch, I stayed here for two fucking months! You should appreciate it! I didn't leave this god damn room! You can't be a bitch to someone who helped you! I get that suicide was your way out of being bullied! Your way out of getting away from me! But you can't just get out like that! You lived and I stayed! So fucking act like it! I'm trying to help you!" Oliver said and with that he walked back out of the room.

'What is it with him and walking out that door? You can't just walk away.

This is why he hates you.

Your a bitch to him.

You should respect him for staying with you.

But you don't. Of course.' The voice in my head said.

Why did he stay? That's thing that won't get off my mind. Why did he not go home? Eat? How did he NOT get dehydrated? Is he...? No he wouldn't. He would never fall for you. Not after what just happened, and your not falling for him. I tried my best to think that I wasn't but... I am. Maybe if he and I where nicer to each other we would fall a little harder.

I was knocked out of my thought by the doctor and Dillon walking in the room and telling me to get dressed. Before we left I was stopped by the doctor.

"I need you to take therapy. I see the depression in your eyes." The doctor told me. I simply nodded and walked away.

*the next day*

It's Monday... The most scariest day.. Well forget that every day other than Saturday and Sunday. I found out Oliver had to move in with us. Don't ask me why. Oliver refuses to talk to me, I understand why. If I try to talk to him like, "hey, can I use one of the extra hangers?" He yells at me and slams the door in my face. Fuck him. I am upset that I have to come home to that dick today. Austin hasn't asked questions nor told me what happened when I passed out that night at Matts.

"Winter time it get up. You gotta go to fucking School." A British accent said. Oliver, ugh.

"Go away Oliver. If I need to I'll get a fucking alarm clock." I said. I heard Oliver huff and puff as he walked out. Dillon, and his delays, flew up and he yelled, "NO ALARM CLOCKS!" Yes brother. It has to be done.

"It's gotta be done Dillon!" I said sarcasticly. I love playing with him. He smirked in relief.

I got up soon after Dillon picked out my out fit a dark red beanie, a sleeping with sirens shirt, black skinnys, and dark red vans. Nice. Soon after I got dressed I pulled out Dillon's out fit. A black beanie (we love our beanies), a black veil brides shirt, white skinnys, and black converse.

"Thanks sis." Dillon said. I nodded and walked into the bathroom.

I put on my make up and straitened my hair. Then I went down stairs and watched TV until the bus came.

"Have a horrible day dumbass." Oliver mocked me. I turned around.

"Shut-up horse face!" I said and walked onto the bus.

Why is he such a dick?

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