"Oliver! where are you going to?" Cloe had run after him, now panting.
"I need peace, Cloe" Oliver told her.
"and you know where I will be, just don't follow me and don't tell mum about it." he said before leaving her at the schools empty parking lot.
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Breath Oliver. you just need to relax.
he couldn't.
He cycled harder and harder till the paddles couldn't bare it. Oliver cycled to the secrete place he used to go every time he felt upset. and today he felt more then that.
every inch of his bones had hurt and his chest stated to ache.
"fuck." he muttered.
he entered a wooden shelter which seemed like a cabin. a small sofa sat at the corner a fine dresser and a bathroom. he threw his bag on the wooden floor and began stripping off his cloths. This was the place he used to go when he wanted loneliness. Oliver and his dad used to come here every weekend and played video games. now that his dad was gone his presence still lingered in the empty corners of the cabin.
He took out neat pair of trousers and T-shirt and went to bath.
After scrubbing the glitter off his whole body Oliver threw himself on the mini sofa that lay in the corner.
after the endless hours staring at his ceiling Oliver fell asleep.
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~ring ring ring ring~
Oliver woke up with his phone buzzing by his dresser. with a groan he sat on the sofa, his back ached more than ever. he slid his feet across the floor and went to see who was calling.
he glanced at the caller ID before picking up his phone.
"OLIVER HOPE! WHERE THE HELL YOU AT?" his mothers panicked voice cut through his ears.
"mum" he revealed an exasperated breath.
"I- um I am on my way" he ran a smooth hand over his blond curls trying to shake his sleep off.
"did you see the time, young man?"
"uh- no"
"it's seven thirty already. you're not home after school. Cloe forbids to tell me where you at." she sighed
"mum I'm at the cabin" he stated his eyes wondered at the T.V screwed to the wall. a fresh wave of memory had hit him like an ocean.
his father drilling the holes in the wall his mother laughing and giggling, Cloe rolling her eyes at something and Oliver sitting at the edge of the sofa grinning ear to ear.
".....Oliver baby, mum needs you home okay?" her voice had calmed down into a sad sigh.
"I know. I am on my way. anything that you want?"
"milk" she stated
"will be on my way."
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Oliver preferred to walk home instead of taking his cycle. he left it at the cabins door after locking it secure.
he walked up to the grocery store which was two blocks away from his own house.
a familiar scent overwhelmed his nostrils as he went up to the counter.
"Welcome, what can i help you with." a familiar voice spoke, Dry and heavy as ever.
NO. no Oliver this can't be him. this isn't him.
he looked up to see the person at the counter.
Chase fucking Adam.
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