Oliver
I jerked awake inside my own dream, chest heaving, but I wasn't in bed. I'm back there—back in that house where shadows screamed louder than voices. The air reeked of alcohol and rage; every corner of the room dims except for the flicker of a broken light bulb swaying overhead.
I was small again, too small to fight back. My arms trembled as I tried to shield myself, but the blows rained down anyway, each strike heavier than the last. The sound of shattering glass echoed like thunder in my skull.
My ears rang with curses spat like poison, words that burned worse than any bruise.
I tried to cry out, but the dream smothered my voice. My throat tightened, I'm so fucking scared it hurts but the silence was worse than screaming. On the floor, a trail of blood smeared across the cracked tiles—my blood, the evidence of helplessness I could never erase.
Every cruel laugh, every slamming door, every night I prayed for it to stop came rushing back at once, tangled in the suffocating dark. I felt the sharp sting of betrayal—here was supposed to be safe,
He promised but here, safety never came. Only fear. Only pain.
And then, just as the nightmare reached its peak, I woke up, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like it wanted to tear out of my chest. But the worst part was knowing it wasn't just a dream. It was memory.
Damn their back again no, no no! I screamed why…...why are they back? Sliding on the cold concrete floor, I curled up like a ball.
"Verline please whats time" my voice cracked failing to hide the fact that I want to cry, I want to hide, I just want… want... to die
Its 2:30 am Oliver
"okay" this time my voice is a quiet whisper, my pulse racing as bile forms in my throat
Do you want me to play soothing music research shows that its good for calming panic attacks
"okay" another whisper while I just stare at the wall my hands wrapped tightly around my legs, the shake slowly dissipated as soothing songs fills the walls of my room or head, don't really know
That nightmare changed me from the time I stayed awake to the days that passed. I hadn't had one in a long time they stopped when Phil became my best friend but now there are back planning on taking me to where they came from
My mystery hater is a real one I give you that but I don't care my heart is too busy to take in any cruel insult its still going under repair
Whenever I had a nightmare, I would always tell Phil but after that argument we had we haven't spoken since. A week passed of me being a sad pile of dumb, I decided nothing good is going to come out of this, no one is going to make me happy, that is my job
"Verlisha" I say trying to induce happiness in my tone
Finally, your back, thought you were going through the seven stages of grief
"Someone missed me"
I missed the progress definitely not you and I'm sorry to say this but our issue turned into a pressing one. I want to ask you whether you would wish to file a lawsuit seeing as you requested for me to inform you about big decisions like this before taking action
"Why?" I just became a bit happy "in fact wait first, how many followers do I have now"
9956 followers Oliver
"Okay, lets shoot a video first"
Okay then, in the meantime it would be advisable to stay clear from I.B comments
I nodded, I'm still sensitive so I'm grateful for her having my back which is weird all she ever had was ways on making me play how I would sew her ai mouth shut now I prefer to listen to it I'm a bit friendless but if you regard my regular and irregular hookups as one, man I'm fucking popular in the streets of NYC
Up In My Brain
I'm removing the makeup from my face as my phone starts to blow up. I will check those later after I get a meal and head for Phil's, its time we talk it out.
I left my neck choker in, arranged the curls at front making it look like cute bangs, changed into blue jeans short and a white sleeveless tee-shirt. Threw in my sweater and sneakers before bolting the door on my way out. A new pastry shop opened which is much closer to Phil so I head there instead of my usual coffee shop, I'm gonna miss Mama Hugs. she is quite a hugger when serving my orders, only for me though
The bell jingled as I stepped foot into the pastry shop, the aroma of baked cookies blocked my airways in an instant, holy dolly, I have to have one of these. The place was wide enough to fit up to ten tables making inside a bit rowdy. Outside too had some tables splattered round
I notice people staring at me, some taking a few pics, I felt a blush creep in. I don't even have that much followers yet I feel like a celebrity. The new video must be going viral, I guess. There was a line at the cashier stand so I entered and waited till my turn. My phone started blowing up again curiosity killing me a bit therefore proceeding to checked it out, my eyes met a butt load of comments
Well, it won't be bad to read some of them, I guess. I read the positive comments ignoring the trashy one but my fingers freeze upon seeing the name I.B, Violin did warn me, I'm merely just seeing what he has to say, nothing's wrong with that
I.B - just some whore fooling himself under the camera
Pfft... at least people are interested in me I wander if there's anything worth being watched or admired in your life, I bit back my response what's his problem, I won't make that mistake of responding on the spur of the moment I recall a similar conversation saying all I do is make mistakes…
I respond sweetly to most of his rude comments earning me some followers I guess people do watch everything you do online
"Um... Are you going to take your order?" my attention back on the cashier, I literally forgot why I was here
"Sorry, I want three plates of cookies and iced vanilla latte" I flashed my goofy smile at the girl which was reciprocated back
"Three plates that's a lot?" I gave her my card for the food. How do I answer? I can't say I was broken but have money now, that sounds sketchy even to me
"Dieting before, now I'm free"
"That's great, you got the body you wished for, I'm still working on mine" she handed me back my card, I stole a glance at her. She is not bad perfectly okay to me. But I'm not her and I don't know what she wishes for so who am I to say anything
"I hope you do" I found an empty seat at the corner which I took to wait for my order. My mind went back to Phil… I wander how long this argument is going to last between long. Our arguments are always stupid so we make up in less than an hour or two, but this time, I guess its different
Deciding to answer more of I. B's comment as a pastime because thinking of Phil ain't helping matters
Oliver, you are still sensitive from this morning it's not advisable to do that
I still went ahead despite the warning violin gave, it's just a sad dude behind the screen thinking he is better than me, there's no insult he can ever dish out that will have a lasting effect on me.
My fingers hesitated against a comment, me shaking followed, I could feel my blood running cold
I.B - Attention slut I'm sure daddy didn't give you much attention I'm guess the beatings he gave to you weren't enough that's why you are the way you are, Useless
Nothing and a piece of trash a faint voice echoing in my head as my phone fell from my hands, shaking violently I need... I need PhiI
Oliver you're having a panic attack, stay calm and don't move
"I'm…. fi...ne I-I Phil" liquid rush down my face
"Your order!" a high-pitched voice sounded at the background of the horror voices screaming in my head then the plate comes to my view on the table making my eyes shift to the standing waitress, the girl at the cashier
Her smile dissipated leaving a frown
"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" concern laced around her tone but I just shook my head, I'm crying? Words fail me at the moment. Fuck I'm stronger than this
I lifted myself up unsteadily and ran for the door, leaving the girl behind. All those heavy gazes on me made it hard to breathe inside
It started pouring heavily, fueling the pain even more. My breathing labored, my vision blurry but my legs somehow knew where it was going and it landed here, his house. I thought I would be okay when I moved out from his house years, it turns out that I need him, my mind does if not it'll crash, I'll crash
Clothes drenched in cold water, my favorite boots all muddy and I'm fucking freezing. I think the rain made my brain numb don't know if it's my tears or rain water at this point
All I know is that when I reached the door, my hands are already knocking on the door
You need to go back home now
"I can't Verline, I need him" just to hear his voice, it always soothes me, pulls me out from the claws of my inner demons
Oliver, leave imm-
"Ollie" my eyes meeting ones with deep dark round circles. One tell and I could see how he broken he is too. I felt myself being pulled into a hug
"I thought I lost you I'm sorry I should have come to you soon I didn't know what to do" he stated all in one breath; his tone etched with worry making it easy for me to breathe a little and making me feel warm inside
"Its okay just don't yell at me again and make me three plates of omelets" I haven't eaten for days and fuck me I left my order, ugh… those cost me thirty dollars, this is way too much drama for an Ollie
I internally chuckle to that, my sense of humor already coming back alive being near the person I need most
"I'm so sorry" he planted a kiss to my forehead making me wish it was on my lips instead
Fuck I think I like him, I push aside those thoughts for now wanting to savor this moment
"It must be cold" Hurriedly pushing me inside, he told me to go upstairs for a shower and change into anything nice that he would take time with dinner so I did as told and concluded with one of his t-shirts that hangs loosely on my thighs
Big Motherfucker
Curiosity getting the best of me I began exploring the house, making a mental note that its actually bigger than I thought only three wide and spacious rooms here, the bathroom been there, his room, took a shirt, the last room is all that's left
"Well after years of sorrows I decided why not some action" its unlocked thank fuck because I don't know how to do those detective thinies where they use pins to unlock the door, I'm not that smart, I know my limits
Sneaking a quick peek, I saw a lot of computers laid out on a table and a very comfy chair
Phew! no derange zombie here launching at me for my head. Pushing the door lightly I tiptoed all the way admiring his workplace neat and spacious but dull very fucking dull
No wallpapers just a dark blue paint, like as if a funeral is being held in here. Glancing at the computers seeing weird green numbers my head already aching
"BORING as hell" my body half bent going for the door I heard a notification "hm?"
Well, I'm sure there's no harm if I go through it. It took a couple of seconds after I clicked on it, to take me to a social media account
Ollie G.H responded to your comments, that's me, from what I've gathered from scrolling
And that's him, I Fucking B
My breathing halts as my brain stopped sending signals to the remaining part if my body.
Then a tear slipped
I warned you Oliver