The Eyes Of The Devil [BxB] EDITING

Chapter Thirty Four

Oscars pov

I tense as a group of laughter echoes throughout the house. I look down at my phone to see the time reading as ten thirty four. They've probably moved on from business to just drinking now.

I feel my mind relax at the reminder that it's not his usual 'friends' but people from another firm he's trying to partner with, so hopefully that means I should be left alone.

I look back down towards my textbook and continue writing my notes, trying my best to ignore the way my hand trembles. It's fine Oscar, you're fine, you're literally-

"OSCAR!"

I pause before slowly looking up at my closed door. Did- did he just-

"OSCAR GET DOWN HERE."

I shove my books aside and all but run downstairs, not wanting to anger him.

As I reach downstairs I feel my heart stutter slightly at seeing several different men sat around the living room, all smoking and drinking.

It's fine it's fine it's so fine it's completely fine it's-

"We're out of booze, go to the shop for me?" I nod, despite the sentence being phrased as a question, him and I know it was nothing less than a demand.

I walk towards the front door and grab my shoes, quickly shoving them on wanting nothing more than to leave.

"Looks like you've got a good kid there Oliver, doesn't talk back. KID, come back." I feel my breath catch as I stand and go back to the living room.

I stand to the side of the couch next to my father. I take a deep breath before forcing out what sounds like a casual "Hello s-sir."

The man laughs. "No need to fumble your words here kid, nothing to be shy about." My father lets out a long sigh.

"It's from a brain injury i'm afraid Jim, pipsqueek was in the fire, same one that killed his mother who was my phoenix mate, god rest her soul. Hospital thinks he banged his head trying to escape. He's lucky to be alive." I take a sharp inhale and nod, trying to ignore the fact that the only truth there was the last sentence and the phoenix mate part.

"Ah, brave kid. So-"

My father cuts him off. "Actually Jim if he wants to make it to the store he better go now, it closes soon if i'm right."

He turns to face me, though his tipsy movement causes him to smack me in the face with his bear bottle, a sharp chipped edge from when he cracked it open digging into my skin.

He turns hearing the crack and laughs. "Whoops, sorry son, anyways you better get going." I nod, the smile on his face sending chills down my spine.

I quickly head towards the door and leave, only realising halfway down the street that I didn't change. I pause and look down, my face flushing slightly as I realise i'm still in my checkered pyjama bottoms and fraying jumper.

Oh.

I turn and glance back at the house before deciding against it and making my way towards the store.

I pull out my phone and check my camera to see the cut across my cheek isn't just a scratch.

Great.

I shove it back in my pocket and look around, my heart rate picking up slightly at the realisation of how dark it is.

I'm petrified of the dark, and being alone, and- okay i'm scared of a lot of things, but the dark probably gets to me the most.

I sigh in relief as I see the small store is still open. As I walk through the door i'm met by a friendly face. "Hey kid, not seen you here in a while, you want the usual?" I smile and nod at Arthur, the shop owner. "S-sorry about that." He hums and grabs the bourbon I always ask for, knowing I can never reach it.