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 ignoring the chills that made the hair on my skin stand erect.
"Verline please what's 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" my voice a quiet whisper, my pulse racing as bile forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe
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 till i hear a sweet sound rationing my breathing for me, steadying my shaky hands
"Thank You" i wipe a tear, why I'm i so weak
Your Welcome Ollie
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 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
"Verlisha" I say trying to induce happiness in my tone
Finally, I thought you weren't going to come back
"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 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"
8956 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 how I would like to sew her ai mouth shut now I prefer to listen to it more than anything else
I need a fuck, I'm losing it
I'm removing the makeup from my face as my phone starts to blow up. The new video must be going viral and me becoming popular the thought makes me feel woozy I've earned passing smiles from strangers' time to time and i really like it. Curiosity killing me a bit I decided to read the positive comments ignoring the trashy ones
My fingers freeze upon seeing the name I.B
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 anyway, 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 every thing you do online lingering for something they can latch onto good or bad
Phil… I wander how long this argument is going to last between us. Our arguments are always stupid so we make up in less than an hour or two, but this time, its different
Deciding to answer more of I.B's comment despite the warning violin gave to me, i stumbled on the latest comment
My blood ran 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, are you okay, remember to breathe
I'm…. fi...ne I-I Phil" tears stain my face already leaving the apartment its evening and pouring heavily but I don't care none of it matters I thought I would be okay when I moved out from Phil's house years back, this just proves I need him more than ever
Clothes drenched in cold water, my favorite boots all muddy and I'm shaking when I reached the door, planting soft knocks on it
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 one's with round deep circles around them. One tell and I could see how 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 but don't yell at me again and make me three plates of omelets" I haven't eaten for days now, this is way too much drama for an Ollie
I internally chuckle to that, my sense of humor already coming back, being near him does that
"I'm so sorry" he planted a kiss to my forehead pulling me to wish it was on my lips
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 showered and ended up wearing one of his t-shirts that hangs loosely on my thighs
Big Motherfucker
Curiosity and mostly boredom getting the best of me I began exploring the house, its actually bigger than I thought only three 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 think i deserve some action" its unlocked thank fuck cause 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, i made a mental note to redecorate next time. Glancing at the computers seeing weird green numbers my head is 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 comment" i read that sounds like me?
Oh that's definently me, from what I've gathered from scrolling, i had to squeeze my eyes for the latter part not believing what I'm seeing
That's him,
I Fucking B
My body breaks apart seeing as my heart's already been shattered
I warned you Oliver