Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Scarletts P.O.V
He frightens you. His anger is volcanic. It pulses through his gains, causing his limbs to shake as he
storms away. His fingers flex repeatedly into closed fists. You race after him, towards the car, phone
clutched tightly in your hand.
Oh my god... I've never seen him this furious before. He's going to do something stupid. Maybe I
should call did dad? Kirk would know what to do. Right?
"Oliver! Wait! Don't do something stupid"
He doesn't stop walking as he crosses to the parking lot. His shoulders high with tension as he whips
his head around in search of his car.
Fuck!
"Oliver, you're just going to make things worse! Why don't you go visit your mom? She'd like that? Let
the police handle her boyfriend"
Just as you near him, he stops abruptly. You gasp when you almost run into him. He twists around, his
brows knitted downwards as he eyes you, his muscular chest having with each angered breath.
"That's the fucking problem, Scarlett. No one is doing anything. And my mother? she's the last person
I'm going to listen too. She doesn't even have enough sense to leave the asshole. He'll have to kill her
before she makes the conscious, logical fucking decision to get away from him"
His hoarse voice makes your tongue dry. You swallow the lump in your throat an reach for him,
frowning when he jerks away from your touch.
"Oliver, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to do something you'll regret"
"I'm past that fucking point"
You open your mouth to plead with him, but he turns and begins stalking off in the direction of his car
wordlessly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I have to call his dad. I have to.
You fumble with your phone, attempting to navigate the parking lot while drilling kirks number. When
you finally manage to push the right numbers, you place the phone to your ear, and take a deep breath
to calm your pounding heart.
Please answer. Fucking answer.
Your eyes widen when you see Oliver reach his car, yanking the door open.
"Awe, shit!"
When Kirk answers, yore running to Oliver's car, phone balanced awkwardly in your grasp ass you
answer him with broken, words as you gasp for breath.
"Scarlett, your mother is very upset right now. I think you should come home"
"Kirk! I need you to drive to Oliver's moms house"
"Scarlett you should come home-"
He's not fucking listening!
"Get to Oliver's moms now! He's going to fight her boyfriend! You have to stop him. I cant!"
"What! Where is Oliver now?"
"He's leaving the hospital. I'm going with him, but I cant stop him. Ive tried to talk to him. Meet us
there!"
You hang up when you get to Oliver's car, and yank open the passenger door. Oliver's jaw tenses as h
places his hands on the steering wheel tightly, the veins in his forearms protrude from his furious grip.
"Oliver, I know you're hurting, but this isn't going to end well"
"But its going to end. Are you coming? Because if not, close the damn door"
You nod, and climb into the passenger seat, pulling your door closed with apprehension before you
sigh and press your hand to your forehead. Your heart swells with empathy at his pain.
God, how long has all of this gone on? I should just stay quiet. I know this is painful for him. But I cant
shake my desire to get to understand him better. Especially coming from an unstable home just as he
clearly has.
"When did the abuse start?"
He inhales a slow, deep breath, and tenses his jaw. You don't know if he'll answer you. You can tell by
the lines along his face as he scowls, its a painful memory. You divert your quizzical gaze out the
window, at meaningless shrubbery, convinced he wont answer, until you hear him clear his throat and
begin speaking.
"It started when I was eleven. Boyfriend after fucking boyfriend. All abusive assholes. And its like she
was trying to compensate for my father leaving or something. Trying to fill that empty fucking hole"
You frown when you notice him swiping angrily at his face, his eyes are glossy and bloodshot, and it
takes you a moment to realise he actually shed a tear; so haunted by his past that he cant even
suppress his urge to cry.
His mother is a selfish human being.