dream in color, dress In black

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"Kellin.. let's go to my house. I'll make you some hot chocolate," Oliver says but I dont move.

My hands are covering my face as I cry. My hair is also hiding me a little. He looks at me for a minute then grabs something from my closet and come back to me.

He takes my hands away from my face so I look away from him. He practically puts the jacket on me with no help from me. He zips it up and finds a beanie and puts it on me.

When he thinks I'm ready he grabs my hand and makes me walk with him. When we are passing my yelling parents they both stop and look at me. "Its your fucking fault my husband wont touch me!" My mother yells at me. Oli squeezes my hand and tries to make me follow him.

I drop his hand. "What?" I ask my mom. The statement she just yelled at me doesn't make sense. "You sicko dad thinks of you while touching himself! Its supposed to be me! Not you!" She screams.

No..

"Fucking faggot," she slaps me in the face. I saw it coming but I'm to scared and shocked to. I touch my face.

"Dad.." I mumble and feel oli grab my hand again. I ripe away and look at my dad.

"You dont do that right?" I ask my dad in a whisper. He looks sad and ashamed.

Oli picks me up and I shove my face in his. I'm to shocked to cry. Is this why they have been so miserable? Because my dad likes me in a sexual way..

When Oliver trys to put me down in the passenger seat I hold on to him tighter. "Dont go," I say feeling panicked. I dont want to stop being held by him.

"I have to drive, we can do whatever you want when we get home," he says and I loosen my grip. He pulls away a little bit and we make eye contact.

His facial expression holds lot of emotions. What does mine look like? Confused, sad, disappointed, disgusted, shocked?

"Can I go drive?" He asks and I let go of him. I get up and hug him. He's surprised at first but hugs back. A few moments later I let go and sit down.

"Now you can.. I think," I whisper. He gives me a sad smile and closes my door for me. I buckle up because he's just going to tell me to if I dont.

When he gets in I look at him. I need physical contact. Once he's driving straight I look at his hand. I want to hold his hand.. tears start to form. "C-can I see your hand?" I ask. He looks at me but with his palm up he holds out his hand.

I lace my fingers with his and look away. I know he's straight and he doesn't like me like that but I need to feel comport.

My boyfriend is cheating on me and apparently I've been why my parents fight all the time..

When we pull up look at him sadly. "Am I disgusting?" I ask and he looks surprised.

"No, you're not. Why would you think that?" He askd and tears start falling.

"Vic is just using me for his sexual needs.. my dad- I, I'm gross," I start crying and cover my face. My door opens and is Oli. He unbuckles me and picks me up. I can walk but this is almost a hug and that's what I need.

I cry as Oli carries me inside. "Oh dear, what happened?" I hear his mom ask. I bury my face into him more.

"I'm going to fuck up his boyfriend," Oli says to his mom.

"I'll make cookies," she says and Oliver takes me to his room. He sets me down but I continue to hold on to him.

"Kellin do you want to talk about it?" He says softly. I pull away and look at him still crying.

"T-alk a-about it?" I ask wiping my eyes but more tears come.

"Yeah, you know. Talk about what's happening and your thoughts about it," he says and wipes my tears away.

He wants me to talk about it? I've never talked to him about vic or my parents.. "hot chocolate," I say in a whisper. He's really close to me..

The thought of kissing him crosses my mind but a lot of factors stop me. He's straight, my friend, I'm crying, I'm dating vic..

My phone buzzes..

"Of course love, I'll go make you some of the best hot chocolate in the world," he says and leaves. I could follow but I dont. Instead I sit on his bed and try to stop crying.

After a minute of trying block out the sadness I get my crying down to just tears.

Viccy: hey hot stuff, I cant stop thinking of you on your knees sucking my cock.. want to come hang out?

This text takes away the progress of trying to calm down. "Fuck you," I say and throw my phone as hard as I can. It hits his bathroom door and falls into three pieces.

Oliver clears his throat and I look at him. "He j-just wants me to suck h-his dick! That's al-ll! Is my p-personality that bad? You care about me m-more than my own boyfriend!" I'm hysterically crying and yelling. I cant control my voice.

He's holding two cups of hot chocolate. He puts them down and goes to me. I'm beyond stressed and I feel like I'm about to burst into flames.

"You o-open doors for m-me! Y-you make sure i-m buckled! Y-you uh make sure I'm o-okay. V-ic just o-orders me to b-blow him or or he hangs o-out with h-is friends and and not me! He- vic-" I'm hyperventilating and not breathing. My thoughts are trying to escape.

I'm cut off by Oliver hugging me. "Shh, breath, it's okay. Vic is an asshole, I'll deal with him for you later. Just calm down," he says and I stop breathing.