Left out. . . {bxbxb}

Chapter seven

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I couldn't get any sleep last night. I was up thinking about what I'd need for camping. What if we got lost? Or we ran out of food? Or if a bear attacked us? I was scared shitless, to say the least. So in the morning, when Oliver woke me up, I felt like I was going to throw up. It's almost as if Oliver can sense my nervousness because he said; "Are you nervous?" So I did the only thing I'm seemingly good at. Lying. "No, of course not. I'm frankly excited about this trip." It came out a bit harsher than I intended but if Ollie noticed, he didn't show it. "Well, that's good, you should go pack now, remember, don't pack stupid stuff like your iPod or your cigarettes. Only necessities" "Okay oka- wait... cigarettes?" I ask. What's he talking about? I don't smoke. "Yeah, cigarettes. Me and Jackson both saw them in your room so don't even bother lying." He says in a bored tone. "Ollie... what are you talking about? I Don't smoke." I said, confused. "But, if they weren't yours, who was smoking them?" He asks, still slightly unconvinced.

Flashback from two years ago

"Come on Andrew, everyone's doing it," Derek said, pushing a pack of cigarettes in my face. "Der NO! I don't want to smoke. It's bad for you." I cried, shoving the pack on the floor of his bedroom. Derek narrowed his eyes at me. "Why the fuck not. You don't drink, you don't smoke, what's wrong with you," he questioned. Derek bent over and picked up the pack. "Andrew, baby, just one? C'mon babe, everyone's doing it... I swear it'll be fun!" Derek said, inching closer to me, forcing me back against the wall. I can smell the smoke fumes from his breath. "DEREK NO! I DON'T WANT TO SMOKE!" I shouted. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YELLING AT ME? NOW FUCKING TAKE ONE!" He screamed. 

Derek smacked me across the face, making me fall backward. "DEREK PLEASE, STOP!" I cried. He didn't. He slapped me, kicked me, and punched me for hours on end. I thought he'd never stop. It seemed as if days passed before Derek stopped. My face was bloody, there were scratches on my body and bruises were forming. Derek slowly took a step back and grinned cruelly at me. "If you disobey me one more time, you'll get an even worse beating. UNDERSTOOD?" I nodded quickly, regretting it after stings of pain flashed through my head. "Now, take one."

End of flashback

Tears were forming in my eyes and soon falling before I could stop them. Ollie was quickly by my side, rubbing small circles on my back. "It's okay Andrew, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressured you to tell me. I just don't want you to have any problems with... that..." Ollie whispered, pulling me into a hug. "I-It's not your f-fault..." I mumble, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Only if you're comfortable answering this, why did you have those in your room...?" He asks. "They- They were Derek's... h-he... once f-forced me into s-smoking with him...and he-...he beat me..." I cried. Ollie's fists clench and he hugs me again, mumbling "I'm going to fucking end this bitch..."

Word count: 633 

. . . . I did not enjoy writing that flashback. I hated hurting Andrew and making him cry. Even if he is a fictional character...
Anyway, sad shit aside, THANK YOU FOR 300+ READS!!! It makes me feel pretty happy knowing people are actually reading my story!

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