Hopelessly Broken

48. Dinner

6.08.20

They had been unable to find Oliver, so we had gone back to my home with Lincoln and Jamie. I was still refusing to talk to anyone since they had dragged me away from the demon prince, but at least Papa seemed to understand. "We're going to find him, Dev. Don't you worry."

Suddenly, Jack came down the stairs for food, and I found that my eyes narrowed at him automatically. He had sunken into his feet, and his normally proud look had been drained. "Ca-can-can we ta-talk-talk?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"I wasn't trying t–"

"Innocent person, Jack! In-o-cent!"

"It slipped!"

"You shouldn't have been threatening an innocent person anyways!"

"Am I missing something?" Papa interjected.

"Just Dev being unable to let accidents go."

"Innocent person– two actually."

"What's that meant to mean?"

"JACK YOU KILLED A PREGNANT WOMAN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

My outburst drew attention from everyone else in the house, and suddenly Jack's parents entered the room. "Jack you killed someone?" Jamie inquired.

"It wasn't on purpose! Devon don't make me tell them where you really were."

"Will someone just explain what's going on here?" Dad inserted.

"Devon's been sympathizing with demons!"

"Little shit!" I leapt onto the boy, and we fell onto the ground with a loud crash. I managed to get a few good hits on his face before being dragged back by Papa, but I was still shouting even when I couldn't fight him physically.

"I thought we were over this stage!" Linc shouted over me while keeping a firm hold around my waist as I struggled to bust free. Jack was laying on the floor dazed from my attack, but he soon leapt at me in return. Linc dropped me onto the floor at the suggestion that they just let us fight out our issues, and I met Jack's attack head on.

We were in the middle of a tussle when I felt an icy hot feeling travel up my arm, and I saw a blue spark in the corner of my eye. This bastard is trying to electrocute me! I emitted a burst of my purple magic, and he went flying across the room into the kitchen. His body hit onto the table with a loud crash, and I followed him into the dining room. He attempted to get me to back off with magic, but as predicted it didn't work. I stalked forward like a wildcat, but I was grabbed before I had the chance to make the metaphorical kill. "We probably need to separate them." Linc poked my head while speaking, and I swiftly turned to snap at the intruding limb.

"Don't worry, he'll get better again once we find that boy he was with," Papa declared. "I would say put him go sleep, but that's impossible."

"What are we supposed to do then?"

"Lock him in the bedroom that doesn't have any windows until he calms down would be my suggestion."

"Isn't that cruel?"

"It's only temporary."

I was carried into the bottom floor guest room, and the door quickly locked to keep me in. "You can't leave me in here!"

When no one responded, I slammed my body against the door, and it groaned. Just as I was about to hit it again, long arms wrapped around my stomach. "You're going to hurt yourself," Oli whispered into my ear, so my muscles began to relax on their own.

"How did you find me?"

"For some reason, I can choose you as a location to teleport to. It doesn't work on others, though, so what gives."

I giggled at his words, and he ended up dragging me onto the guest bed. I curled up against his body as if my life depended on it, and he carefully cradled my back. "It sounds stupid, but I missed you even though we were only apart for 6 hours."

"I know, puppy. I missed you too."

"I may or may not have broken my adoptive dad's car and attacked Jack..."

"Explosive... I love it."

"I wanna play with your hair, but I don't want to destroy my masterpiece."

"You can always do my hair again, puppy."

I pulled the hair out easily, and it was soon messy with my hands running through it. Oli's eyes closed from the sensation, and luckily for us, that's when Papa chose to break into the room. "Dev it's time for di– oh."

Oliver's eyes cracked open a little bit, and I knew he was sizing up Papa. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

"You should bring your friend with you."

"Absolutely not."

"Don't be rude!"

"It's alright, sir. I need to be getting home anyways."

"I insist."

Finally Papa left, and I stood up from the bed. "It's probably a bad idea to bring you to the table. Not only would Jack recognize you and call you out, but you would then have to deal with my other father."

"I think I'll survive."

"Remember that this was your doing."

As soon as we walked around the corner, Jack opened his mouth to shout at us. "Shut it!" His mouth sealed at my anger, and everyone looked at me in shock from my actions. I sat down across from Papa, and a chair had been pulled next to mine for Oli.

"I apologise that our first meeting was so bad. My name is Lincoln."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Oliver." There's a lot of tension in the air, but I chose to ignore it as I ate.

"So, Oliver, how old are you?" Papa broke the silence first, but the tension only increased.

"I turned 18 a few days ago, but I moved away from my parent's house at 17 and a half."

"Why?"

"My father was never a good person."

"Oh. Have you been in town long?"

"No, Devon was actually showing me around when Mr. Lincoln showed up."

"Stop with the bullshit," Jack interrupted while twirling a spoon on his finger.

"Shut up, Jack."

"You shut up!"

"Why?"

"Do I need to remind you that–"

"Shut up, shithead!" Oliver's fingers dug into my leg to calm me down, and I relaxed slightly.

"What are you hiding?" Dad wondered aloud, and I squeezed my hand into a tight fist.

"I'm not hiding anything!"

"Yes you are, your eyes give it away. If you don't tell me, I'm sure that Jack will."

"It isn't important!"

"Yes it is."

"Can you just trust me?"

"No."

I looked at Oliver nervously, and he had a similar expression on his face. He leaned right next to my ear, and he spoke so quietly that even I had trouble hearing him millimeters away from my head. "That one's the vampire, isn't it."

I subliminally nodded my head, and I heard his breath catch. "Your friend is a very strange person, Dev."

"Yes, he can be."

"Dev, tell them, or I will," Jack declared.

"So... So the thing is..."

"What?"

"Oliver... Oliver is a..."