Silent Lies - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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It's three in the morning but I haven't been able to fall asleep yet. When we were all made to leave Olivia's side due to the visiting hours, I so desperately wanted to argue and be able to stay with her for the night but Admira wasn't letting that happen, having Divine drive us all home.
Even though Divine drove us home, Ashton ended up at my house, as his parents are out of town as always, as he needs them right now more than ever. Almost losing Olivia hasn't done good on him. It hasn't done good on any of us, really, as we've been worried sick since the day she disappeared to her dad's house somehow. But she's okay, she is, so now we're all worrying way less, as we saw her awake earlier.
Olivia's dad hasn't even been found yet, the cops and detectives are fucking terrible at their jobs. He almost killed his daughter, you'd think they'd be more urgent about their job to find him. I debate on looking for him myself, Ashton being the only thing holding me back even as he wants to also.
Overtime Olivia had told me a few stories about the many times her dads hurt her, which hasn't been many stories as she rarely talks about it all. She's had to give herself stitches on her own a couple times after he had 'bad days.' She has so many scars. I want to kill him, so desperately.
None of us know how or why Olivia was back with her dad, as she hasn't said anything about it nor have we asked yet, just happy that she had woken up, but it's obvious she was forced back there. She wouldn't willingly go back. And now she won't even talk. She was just beginning to talk to everyone but now she's like the girl I first met.
Maybe not the first girl I had met, as she wouldn't even give me the time of day, she just won't speak a word now. I wonder if she did talk to the detective and social worker we all had to talk to. She'd push me away but she didn't today, as she cried in my arms, as my heart broke more than ever.
My feelings for Olivia are becoming something more than a high school first love and it's fucking scary, might I add.
As cliche as it is, she's not like anyone else I've ever dealt with or met. I loved how she acted with me at first when other girls, as in Lexi, were throwing themselves at me, almost literally. And it's not at all just about how I was curious about her, always wondering why she didn't talk and stuff. Especially now that I know why, the reasons with what she's gone through. The way I am on the verge of murdering someone for her, that someone being her dad, says that this is more. Or maybe I'd kill anyone's dad who's done this to them. But still, this is more than ever.
I wouldn't say I love her, not yet, but it's pretty damn close to loving her. Even if it hasn't been that long since we've met then started going out, now dating.
But we didn't even get a full day of our relationship before her dad nearly killed her.
I miss her so fucking much right now, I have over these last days. I worry for when she gets out of the hospital, how she'll be mentally rather than physically. Physically she will heal as the doctors say, but it's always mentally to worry about.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Ashton asks, walking into the kitchen where I'm sitting at the table eating leftover pizza.
"I can't." I won't be able to sleep again properly until Olivia's dad is in prison.
"Want me to go get you some melatonin or something?" I shake my head, knowing that won't work. "Wanna smoke some weed or something? I can go get some?"
"You know weed makes me happy, more alive than needed, hungy, I won't get sleep for sure then." He laughs, remembering. For Ashton it does the opposite, leaving him to just chill more than usual, helps him escape this reality.
"Want me to come to the hospital with you tomorrow? I can miss school. It's not like mom or dad will care." He shrugs and I frown.
Ashton's parents aren't at all the best. He says they're better than what he could have, but that's not an excuse for how they treat him. They're constantly out of town, even when Ashton begs them to stay so they can spend time together. They hardly check in on him when they leave him home alone for weeks at a time, his older brother is the one doing the checking in along with me and Danny of course. Even when they're home, they're just there. They do the bare minimum of parenting for him, giving him a place to live, feeding him, giving him allowances so he can buy his needs and a few more things.
Ashton's little sister died in a car accident, and he was the driver. They've blamed him entirely just because he was driving. They were hit by a drunk driver, as they were passing a green light and the drunk ran her red light. It's not his fault at all. Yes, he was 15 at the time with no license but he'd practiced more than enough to know how to drive better than half the idiots on the roads nowadays. And they were just going to the gas station for snacks right down the street late at night. No one would expect that to happen.
His little sister, Avery, was 12. The car crashed on her side, crushing her into shock. She was in a coma for weeks before she passed, her body unable to fight more than it already had. Ashton ended up with a broken wrist, many cuts, and a concussion.
The drunk girl was sentenced a few life sentences for her drunk driving that resulted in a child dying, which is well deserved, but Ashton only blames himself. He's been suspended from getting his license until he's 21 but I'm not sure he'll ever even get it when he's too scared to ever drive again. When we found Olivia at her dad's house the other night, that was the only exception. His parents also blame him as said before, so that doesn't at all help him-which is why his parents are now the way they are.
It's been three years but he won't ever move on, I'm not sure how anyone could. He had fallen into drinking constantly, thanks to his fake ID, skipping school so much he almost flunked the year but me and Danny help him, sleeping any chance he could, just entirely checking out on life. Me and Danny, along with his brother, thankfully managed to pull him out of that at the end of last year. But he's still not back to what he was, at all. He had been the happiest person I ever knew and now he's just... Ashton.
"No, go to school. Check on Divine," I go to say more but Ashton cuts me off.
"She's told me now that Olivia's awake she's okay." I nod at him, still worried about Divine either way. She cried so much these last few days. "I can go with you if you want or need me to."
"It's fine. Go for Danny and Noah at least." He nods but I know he wants to see Olivia, unable to bear a thought of something somehow happening with her.
"What about you? You've missed a shit ton of school this year." I shrug, knowing mom's going to give me hell for missing again tomorrow.
Mom has been here everyday, working from home, being by all of our sides with what's happened to Olivia, but she's also worried for me and school. If I keep missing I won't be able to graduate this year, even if my grades are passing.
"I don't care, I have to see Olivia again." He nods, sitting at the table finally and stealing one of my slices of pizza.
I worry about what's going to happen once Olivia's out of the hospital, if the adoption with Admira doesn't go through by then. With detectives and social services now knowing what's really been happening to Olivia all these years, there's a good chance she can be sent into foster care then. That can either be a great thing for her or the absolute worst, no in between. Or worse, with Olivia being just months away from 18, she could be sent to a group home easily and those are usually never good.
"You love Olivia," Ashton states and my face flushes, furrowing my brows at him. "It's obvious."
"I think it's too soon to be saying all that." I throw my paper plate away, walking to the living room as Ashton follows me.
"You're not denying it." This fucker.
"I feel more for her than to just say I like her, yes. But love... okay, something close to it," I admit in a rush, regretting it when a grin takes over his face.
"Oh, look at the little lover boy falling in love." I throw a pillow at him, which he catches and throws right back.
"As if you have room to talk. You and Divine?" It's his turn for his face to flush, as I turn the Tv on I see.
"Fuck off."
"You're not denying it." His face washes away all emotions shown, trying to hide it. "Oh look at Ashton falling in love!"
"Really, fuck off."
"Whatever." I turn on some random show that we watch for hours, even though we both need some sleep.
I want to be with Olivia so bad right now. I fucking miss her. I miss her so damn much and I just want her in my arms, as cliché as that sounds it's what I want. She shouldn't be in the fucking hospital, beat up and on oxygen.
Ashton falls asleep on me, leaving me with the Tv filled with boring shows and movies with the early mornings hours, leaving me alone completely so my worrying goes on, invading my mind way too fucking much.
I wish I could at least text her, wondering if she's awake, worrying if she's struggling with sleep now after everything that happened. But her dad broke her phone, so there goes that.
I want to kill him so bad. When I think of him, all I see is red. I never thought seeing red when you're so mad was real, but trust me, it fucking is real. I know for sure I wouldn't be able to handle prison, but going to prison for killing the bastard wouldn't be so bad. It'd be worth it completely.
Even though Divine drove us home, Ashton ended up at my house, as his parents are out of town as always, as he needs them right now more than ever. Almost losing Olivia hasn't done good on him. It hasn't done good on any of us, really, as we've been worried sick since the day she disappeared to her dad's house somehow. But she's okay, she is, so now we're all worrying way less, as we saw her awake earlier.
Olivia's dad hasn't even been found yet, the cops and detectives are fucking terrible at their jobs. He almost killed his daughter, you'd think they'd be more urgent about their job to find him. I debate on looking for him myself, Ashton being the only thing holding me back even as he wants to also.
Overtime Olivia had told me a few stories about the many times her dads hurt her, which hasn't been many stories as she rarely talks about it all. She's had to give herself stitches on her own a couple times after he had 'bad days.' She has so many scars. I want to kill him, so desperately.
None of us know how or why Olivia was back with her dad, as she hasn't said anything about it nor have we asked yet, just happy that she had woken up, but it's obvious she was forced back there. She wouldn't willingly go back. And now she won't even talk. She was just beginning to talk to everyone but now she's like the girl I first met.
Maybe not the first girl I had met, as she wouldn't even give me the time of day, she just won't speak a word now. I wonder if she did talk to the detective and social worker we all had to talk to. She'd push me away but she didn't today, as she cried in my arms, as my heart broke more than ever.
My feelings for Olivia are becoming something more than a high school first love and it's fucking scary, might I add.
As cliche as it is, she's not like anyone else I've ever dealt with or met. I loved how she acted with me at first when other girls, as in Lexi, were throwing themselves at me, almost literally. And it's not at all just about how I was curious about her, always wondering why she didn't talk and stuff. Especially now that I know why, the reasons with what she's gone through. The way I am on the verge of murdering someone for her, that someone being her dad, says that this is more. Or maybe I'd kill anyone's dad who's done this to them. But still, this is more than ever.
I wouldn't say I love her, not yet, but it's pretty damn close to loving her. Even if it hasn't been that long since we've met then started going out, now dating.
But we didn't even get a full day of our relationship before her dad nearly killed her.
I miss her so fucking much right now, I have over these last days. I worry for when she gets out of the hospital, how she'll be mentally rather than physically. Physically she will heal as the doctors say, but it's always mentally to worry about.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Ashton asks, walking into the kitchen where I'm sitting at the table eating leftover pizza.
"I can't." I won't be able to sleep again properly until Olivia's dad is in prison.
"Want me to go get you some melatonin or something?" I shake my head, knowing that won't work. "Wanna smoke some weed or something? I can go get some?"
"You know weed makes me happy, more alive than needed, hungy, I won't get sleep for sure then." He laughs, remembering. For Ashton it does the opposite, leaving him to just chill more than usual, helps him escape this reality.
"Want me to come to the hospital with you tomorrow? I can miss school. It's not like mom or dad will care." He shrugs and I frown.
Ashton's parents aren't at all the best. He says they're better than what he could have, but that's not an excuse for how they treat him. They're constantly out of town, even when Ashton begs them to stay so they can spend time together. They hardly check in on him when they leave him home alone for weeks at a time, his older brother is the one doing the checking in along with me and Danny of course. Even when they're home, they're just there. They do the bare minimum of parenting for him, giving him a place to live, feeding him, giving him allowances so he can buy his needs and a few more things.
Ashton's little sister died in a car accident, and he was the driver. They've blamed him entirely just because he was driving. They were hit by a drunk driver, as they were passing a green light and the drunk ran her red light. It's not his fault at all. Yes, he was 15 at the time with no license but he'd practiced more than enough to know how to drive better than half the idiots on the roads nowadays. And they were just going to the gas station for snacks right down the street late at night. No one would expect that to happen.
His little sister, Avery, was 12. The car crashed on her side, crushing her into shock. She was in a coma for weeks before she passed, her body unable to fight more than it already had. Ashton ended up with a broken wrist, many cuts, and a concussion.
The drunk girl was sentenced a few life sentences for her drunk driving that resulted in a child dying, which is well deserved, but Ashton only blames himself. He's been suspended from getting his license until he's 21 but I'm not sure he'll ever even get it when he's too scared to ever drive again. When we found Olivia at her dad's house the other night, that was the only exception. His parents also blame him as said before, so that doesn't at all help him-which is why his parents are now the way they are.
It's been three years but he won't ever move on, I'm not sure how anyone could. He had fallen into drinking constantly, thanks to his fake ID, skipping school so much he almost flunked the year but me and Danny help him, sleeping any chance he could, just entirely checking out on life. Me and Danny, along with his brother, thankfully managed to pull him out of that at the end of last year. But he's still not back to what he was, at all. He had been the happiest person I ever knew and now he's just... Ashton.
"No, go to school. Check on Divine," I go to say more but Ashton cuts me off.
"She's told me now that Olivia's awake she's okay." I nod at him, still worried about Divine either way. She cried so much these last few days. "I can go with you if you want or need me to."
"It's fine. Go for Danny and Noah at least." He nods but I know he wants to see Olivia, unable to bear a thought of something somehow happening with her.
"What about you? You've missed a shit ton of school this year." I shrug, knowing mom's going to give me hell for missing again tomorrow.
Mom has been here everyday, working from home, being by all of our sides with what's happened to Olivia, but she's also worried for me and school. If I keep missing I won't be able to graduate this year, even if my grades are passing.
"I don't care, I have to see Olivia again." He nods, sitting at the table finally and stealing one of my slices of pizza.
I worry about what's going to happen once Olivia's out of the hospital, if the adoption with Admira doesn't go through by then. With detectives and social services now knowing what's really been happening to Olivia all these years, there's a good chance she can be sent into foster care then. That can either be a great thing for her or the absolute worst, no in between. Or worse, with Olivia being just months away from 18, she could be sent to a group home easily and those are usually never good.
"You love Olivia," Ashton states and my face flushes, furrowing my brows at him. "It's obvious."
"I think it's too soon to be saying all that." I throw my paper plate away, walking to the living room as Ashton follows me.
"You're not denying it." This fucker.
"I feel more for her than to just say I like her, yes. But love... okay, something close to it," I admit in a rush, regretting it when a grin takes over his face.
"Oh, look at the little lover boy falling in love." I throw a pillow at him, which he catches and throws right back.
"As if you have room to talk. You and Divine?" It's his turn for his face to flush, as I turn the Tv on I see.
"Fuck off."
"You're not denying it." His face washes away all emotions shown, trying to hide it. "Oh look at Ashton falling in love!"
"Really, fuck off."
"Whatever." I turn on some random show that we watch for hours, even though we both need some sleep.
I want to be with Olivia so bad right now. I fucking miss her. I miss her so damn much and I just want her in my arms, as cliché as that sounds it's what I want. She shouldn't be in the fucking hospital, beat up and on oxygen.
Ashton falls asleep on me, leaving me with the Tv filled with boring shows and movies with the early mornings hours, leaving me alone completely so my worrying goes on, invading my mind way too fucking much.
I wish I could at least text her, wondering if she's awake, worrying if she's struggling with sleep now after everything that happened. But her dad broke her phone, so there goes that.
I want to kill him so bad. When I think of him, all I see is red. I never thought seeing red when you're so mad was real, but trust me, it fucking is real. I know for sure I wouldn't be able to handle prison, but going to prison for killing the bastard wouldn't be so bad. It'd be worth it completely.
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