Complicated (First Book)

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❤❤❤ is it bad I'm doubting this book bc it's not as good as my other stories? I'm sorry if it sucks

After watching movies with vic I realize I have to go home. Its Sunday night and I can't take this tape off with Vic around. I need to leave soon because the sides of it are cutting into my skin and I've been having a even harder time breathing.

Vic let's me leave without to much question and I say bye to Mike and Mum as I walk by. They tell me to stay safe and then I'm out the door.

Turning right will lead me to my house but left.. That will lead me to the park. It's a hard decision. I'm already in pain but I don't want to go home just yet. I turn left and start walking down the road route I think is heading south
But I'm not good with directions.

I'm a pro at imperfections
And I'm best friends with my doubt..
I probably should've stayed inside my house. Or at least Vic's. That would suck if I got lost.

I end up at the park and I have to grab the fence for support. I feel like I just ran a marathon. I climb over the 4 foot fence with much difficulty and then head over to the swings.

As I sit down on the swing and let out a half sigh. It hurts so I put my hand on my chest. Why does being me hurt so bad? "Oh god, you scared me," a voice says startling me.

Jump in my skin and look in the direction of the British voice I link to Oliver Sykes. "Well you got me back," I say as he chuckles. He walks over from a beach to the swing next to me. He looks distant, even up close.

"What brings you here?" He says and it seems half slurred. Is he drunk? It's almost hard to understand his thick accent as he's like this but somehow I find it attractive.

Attractive or not I'm a little concern for him. It's a school night. "To breath," I say meaning it. It's hard to breath inside with this on. He hums a little and  rests his face against his hand that's holding on to the swings chain.

He then proceeds to fall asleep but jerk back up and looks at him confused for a moment. "Are you okay?" I ask and he rubs his face.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired," he says and if that's all that's wrong with him, he desperately needs sleep.

"Why don't you go home and sleep?" I ask ignoring the pain in my chest and back.

"I guess," he says getting up and stumbling a little. I get up and grab his arm and his hand goes to my shoulder.

"Shit," he mumbles and chuckles. "I guess three nights of no sleep fucks with your mind and body," he says and I frown.

Three nights? That's too long. "Come on, let's get you home," I say now helping him. By the time we are by my house I think I'm going to die.

"I'll walk from here, you need to go home," he mumbles. If I let him walk alone I bet he wouldn't make it a few feet before falling.

"Fuck," I breath holding my chest.

"Are you hurt?" He asks now worried.

"No, can you just-? Can you just come and sleep in my room?" I say and he nods. I open my front door and everything is quiet.

I lead him up the stairs and into my room. I get him in my bed and he instantly falls asleep. After he's dealt with I'm so tired and exhausted I end up laying on the far end of my queen bed and going to sleep.

Usually I'd take off my binder but this will take at least thirty minutes to get off and I dont want Oli to see me in the morning without a binder.

-

When I wake up it's not because I'm well rested and ready to wake up. No. Its because I can't breathe. I gasp for air and grab the front of my shirt.

"Woah, what's wrong?" Oli says already awake. I get up and rush to the bathroom and lock myself in.

"Hey, do you need help? Are you okay?" His voice is worried and concerned.

I ignore him now undoing the ducktape off as quietly as possible. After the main part is off I can't better but theres pain in my ribs and ripping the tape from my skin also hurts.

"Kellin?" He asks the door.

"I-im fine, go away," I say and continue to take it all of. After a while when it's all off I inspect myself. Theres cuts from where the tape was rubbing under my armpits on both sides and bruises are forming. Not to mention everything is red from ripping it off.

I slowly put my shirts on and wince in pain. Good job kellin, you fucked up your ribs. I'm not a doctor but I don't think I broke my ribs.

"Oli?" I say out loud to see if he's still here.

"Yea?" He says right behind the door.

"Can you get me my tie dye hoodie?" I ask knowing it's on my dresser out in the open.

I hear him walk away and then come back. "I have it," he states and I open the door just enough for my hand and grab it from him with myself hidden from view.

I pull it In and shut the door. As I put it on pain courses through my body. I look in the mirror and fix my face from freaked out to calm looking. I open the bathroom door and Oli looks me over like he's trying to figure out what happened.

"I'm okay, I just have breathing problems sometimes.." I lie and he looks like he believes it.

"Can you leave? My family will wake up soon and I don't to have to explain why theres some random person in my room," I says and he nods.

"Yeah okay, sorry for last night. I don't even remember half of it but thank you," he says and I smile and open my door and look both ways. He follows and I take him to my front door.

"Bye, and get some sleep," I mumble and he nods and starts to leave.

"Okay, have a good day," he says and I go back to my room after he leaves. Its 5am, I hope I didn't seem rude. I just don't want him here and we have school today.