The Doves Hole
Georgie_Moon
"Dover, tell me... Where did you get that scar?"
He looks up at him confused, 'how?...,' Then he sees it, Dover's eye patch on the bed revealing the gaping scar that covered his enclosed eye. Dover rises from the bed they both lay on, fear planted on his face as he looks into the others worried-some eyes. Dover stays silent. 'If I speak now I might end up crying.'
His demeanour changes form worried to serious his eyes still filled with concern but more dominant and serious. "I will ask again," He says sternly. "Where. Did you get. That scar?"
Dover wants to say something but as he is about to speak tears well down his face, his cheeks turn plump pink like a freshly ripe grape fruits insides , his throat clogged by the sobs screaming to come out and consume him. Then after a minute of silence he finally speaks, I-i'm not ready to s-share this with anyone yet. "I-m sorry, but I cant tell you, at least not-, at least not now" He looks down at the mattress his grip tightening on it and the tears flow down, waterfalls staining the mattress wet. "P-please understand, I promise one day I will tell you."
Dover feels a hand grip his scar ridden shoulder, as another brings palm pulls his face upwards and closer to the others face. Suddenly his lips are plastered onto his partner, his body tenses and feels his face getting hotter. All his worries all his memories faded away.
"Don't worry my little Dove, for you... I will wait."
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Dover's parents were abusive, they hated everything and everyone who has been involved in there life, to the point where they killed themselves. After their deaths, Dover became more distant then he was before causing bullying and even more abuse.
Dover's now 18. Its been four years since his parent's death, starting college for the first time he ends up meeting someone he thought would never see again.
Will Dover cope with the changes that are going through his life once again?