She'll Bring You Home

Chapter 3, "Quantico"

TW// Implied domestic violence/abuse, firearm/weapon, fight. Proceed with caution lovelies!

Oliver's POV:

I saw the taller man look at me for a split second. He motioned for me to run, but I froze. I suddenly realized that the man who was trying to connect with me, had a small bulge near his hip. A gun.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't think. I just knew what I needed to do.

I waited for the men in vests to talk him down enough for me to throw a quick right hook. I incapacitated him for long enough to take his gun, throw it to one of the men, and run to them after throwing in a nice hard kick to his side for good measure. I saw him squirm out of pain, I winced. I guess I don't like seeing others in pain, even if I inflicted it.

~what's this? Another magical time skip?~

It's Monday. It's been about 4 hours since the men in vests burst through the door at the Silver diner. One of the men, he said his name was Derek, even bought me some coffee. I put as little sugar as I could and barely any creamer, to serve as some sort of punishment for running away.

"So what brings you to Woodbridge, kid?" Derek asks. I wondered how he knew I wasn't from around here, but didn't think much of it. "School stuff," I lied efficiently. It was one of my only talents. Derek raised his eyebrow as though he was reading my thoughts. "School huh? Why would a kid like you be out by yourself at 2:30 in the morning for school, of all things?" Derek inquired.

I looked at him, studying his expression, as he realized that I wasn't supposed to be here. "Kid, where are your parents?" He asked sternly. I flinched at his tone, and looked away for a split second. When I looked back, I saw him silently communicating with another one of the men. He had shoulder length hair and brown eyes, he was really skinny too. He looked like my cousin, Tory.

He read Derek's expression and looked over to me before walking over. "Hi, I'm Spencer. Could you tell me where your parents are, so we can let them know you're okay?" He sounded concerned and kind. Like a little kid, but bigger and more scary.

"Um.. my parents don't know I'm here. If they do, they'll come for me and take me home. I... I might've ran away.." I explained, looking down in defeat. "Why did you run away?" Spencer asked in a soft and understanding manner. "They weren't exactly... the nicest people on the block.." I replied shyly. I shift in my seat as I feel their eyes on me.

"Names, kid. I want names." Derek finally spoke. Spencer seemed to take his eyes off me to shoot Derek a look of warning before shifting his focus back to me. "Thompson.. Genevieve and Andrew Thompson.." I relinquished the grip between my teeth that I had on my tongue.

//503 words, Thank you so much for reading!!