They're not that bad

Chapter three

///hi I was looking through my last chapter and I saw some grammar errors and I'm really sorry I'll try not to do it anymore. Warning there will be swearing but I mean come on it's the 2p's we are talking about here -JJ///

//Oliver's POV//

I open the front door to my house which is harder with (y/n) in my arms, and close it behind me. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I wanted to be because I heard her wake up in my arms.

"Did you sleep well poppet?" She nods in response. I had to bite my lip once again to keep from squealing knowing it would probably scare her. She rubs the sleep from her eyes just as I hear a loud bang from upstairs followed by Al and Matt swearing and yelling at each other. (Y/n) put her arms around my neck once again and she looked scared.

'Those idiots are making the poppet scared.' I think as my eyes start to swirl with pink.

"It wasn't my damn fault you broke it and now Oliver is going to kill us both!!" Al yells to Matt.

"It was not my fault you fuck up, you pushed me into the table!" Matt counters.

"Oh that's it!" I say and put (y/n) down by the door and storm upstairs to teach those boys a lesson.

// 3rd POV//

You where suddenly scared. One minute you just woke up in the nice mans arms and the next you hear yelling from upstairs. It reminded you of when your father yelled at you. You wound your arms around the mans neck and started to sniffle. He seemed to get mad at the boys upstairs and his eyes started to swirl! You thought that was the coolest thing ever.

"Oh that's it!" He says and puts you down. You become scared once again now coming back to reality from your thoughts about his eyes. Your eyes widened and you started to shake. You backed up to the door until your back hit the wall. You had dropped your back pack long ago while your father was chasing you. You closed your eyes shut and put your hands to your ears to muffle the yelling voices. You brought your knees to your chest into a helpless looking position. Then you feel something soft brush against your leg. You open your eyes to see a white bear.

Normal kids should be terrified right now but you just looked at it with curiosity. You brought one of your hands near the bears head and it growled a little. You got nervous and pulled your and away a little. You tried again and this time the bear let you pet it. It was so soft.

You got out of the fetal position you where in and came closer to it. You giggle when it brought its face to yours tickling your cheek. It nudged you towards it back and you climbed on thinking 'what the heck?' Once you got on he started to walk around, almost prancing and showed you around. By now the voices have died down but you didn't realize. You where giggling and having so much fun riding the bear.

He started to walk up the stairs after showing you the down floor. It was a little hard for him at first but soon got the hand of it. You held onto his neck so you wouldn't slip off. Tumbling down the stairs didn't sound like fun to you. When you got all the way up you where greeted by three faces. You tilted your head cutely and looked at the different faces. First you noticed the man who helped you because he was squealing and biting his lip because he thought you where just to cute. To his left was a boy with long blond hair kept in a low pony tail minus a stray curl hanging lazily in front of his face. He had on a red plaid shirt and dark ripped jeans. Behind him was a hockey stick covered in barbed wire and blood. To the his left was a boy about the same age with shorter rusty brown hair and a cowlick which you thought looked kind of funny because he tried to look mean at you but having the stay hair wasn't helping. He was wearing an old bomber jacket and lighter also ripped jeans on his shoulder was a baseball bat covered in nails and blood.

You couldn't help your self any longer and you started to giggle at the man with the cowlick.

He sneered at you and asked what was so funny. "You." You replied innocently. The boy with blond hair started to laugh really loudly startling you. He laughed so hard he had tears about to come out of his eyes and even the man in all pink was giggling. The blonde pointed to the guy with the cowlick and said

"See Al, you are funny looking just like I said." And started to laugh again.

Said Al growled and lunged at the blonde. Or tried to but tripped on you and the bear and all four of you fell down. This opened one of the bad gashes on your side and you started to whimper. You got up and lifted your shirt. There you saw the cut bleeding. You wince at the pain and whimper again.

"Oh, poppet your bleeding come here!" The pink man said worried. It was weird to hear worry directed to you but you complied none the less and walked over to him. He picked you up and looked at your cut.

"You ok doll?" Al asked you. You nodded.

"Sorry i didn't mean to get you." You looked at him confused. He didn't do this your father did.

"What do you mean you didn't do this my daddy did." You said. You heard the man holding you gasp and Al and the other boy look angry.

'Who the hell would beat a child?' Al and Matt thought. That was low even for them.

"Matt could you get me some band-aids and something to clean the cut with will you?" The pink man asked the blonde.

"Sure thing Oliver" Matt says

'So his name is Oliver?'

Oliver brought you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter next to the sink. Mat some came back with some band-aids, a clear liquid and a rag. Oliver took the liquid and puts it on the rag.

"This is going to hurt a little poppet ok." You nodded. He put it on the cut and he was right it stung. You whimpered and bit your lip. It was soon over though and he put on a band-aid. You smiled and thanked him and Matt. You heard the door open and close again and heard footsteps come up the stairs. Then someone came up to the bathroom. You saw yet another man. He had long blond hair like matts but it was greasy and he didn't have a curl. He also had scruff on his chin and had an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He wore a dark purple button up shirt with the first couple buttons undone and black pants.

"Well hello Francis this is (y/n)!" Oliver said with a broad smile.