Running my fingers through my hair I pulled it up into a messy bun. Wearing a navy and black plaid shirt with skinny jeans and flats I prepared to take the road and see Oliver. He told me to meet him at a Coffee shop near Vegas, Even though I was practically shaking with nervousness I couldn't wait to see him again.
All the pain and loss I built up all these months seemed to have diminished into the crazed thought that I was actually going to fix up those loose ends with him. Hopefully he'll understand. I didn't leave because I ddin't care, I left because I did and I saw what my presence was doing to him. I didn't want to harm him anymore. And just the thought of hurting him again is the only thing holding me back from meeting him.
A ring from my pocket checking the caller ID my heart skipped a beat, I know it was him.. But It just gave me the creeps that he was actually alive and it wasn't some crazy fasination but a decent lie.
" Hi Dad," I kept my voice solemn and monotonous.
" Hey Britt, I was wondering.. If you wanted to discuss the plans this afternoon."
I fumbled with my thumbs.
" I can't I'm meeting a friend in town today."
There was a dead silence.
" But, does this friend help you get revenge for your mothers passing?" I felt my stomach knot. How could he say that? Just blow it all up in my face like I hadn't known. Of course I know my mother passed but I wasn't comfortable with people telling me. That was one of the reasons why I hated funerals. I didn't want it to be true so why do you keep reminding me? Crying on my shoulder as if you cared that my mother lived in the first place.
" No, It doesn't and thankyou for reminding me of it." I snorted. And I half expected my dad to apologize and say he was all worked up for nothing and sometimes he can't believe half the things he says but he didn't.
" You're welcome." He said flatly. " Meet me, We need to discuss a plan! We don't have much time.. I must...I must.. Don't worry about it. All you have to do is Meet me as before. Same place, same time. Bye." I was yet again left with the annoying beeping.
How could he be so demanding? I didn't have to listen to him. Technically he was a stranger roaming around in my fathers body seeking vengeance. What am I going to tell Oliver? Oh, hey I can't make it because my undead dead father has asked me to pair up with him to take vengeance on my superly drunken stepfather Cody?
Yeah, that makes sense.
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Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Please, don't go!!" I screamed. Hot sweat beaded down my forehead trickling down the side of my neck. I could no longer bear it, the emptiness of the hole that purged in my chest. "Oh Oli.." I whispered into the night. Shoving my pillow to the en...
