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I turned out the light and turned the one on at my night stand. Zane sat on my bed with his legs stretched out leaning on the post. I sat leaning on the head rest. Zane sighed and looked away from me.
“My mom met a guy at a bar a couple months ago. Scott. When he first started coming over he was nice and mom loved him. I even thought he was cool. He started living with us a 2 weeks after they met.” He bit the inside of his jaw trying to find the right words. “One night he and my mom came back to the house and he was drunk. My mom was trying to get him into bed when he told her to get him another beer. She wouldn’t. He hit her.” my mouth fell. Zane looked tense and about to hit something. A vien bulged in his neck. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes. “My mom was so shocked. Then as he went to swing at her again I told him to stop…..he hit me. As I started to yell and get my mom out of there he got up and started hitting me.” I looked down at his hands clenched tightly into fist in the sheets. My heart pounded. “The next day I told my mom she needed to kick him out. She wouldn’t. She said it was one night it wouldn’t happen again. Luckily she didn’t get hurt as bad as me. I stayed home that day and when Scott woke up he said he was sorry. He came in and told me he was drunk and it wouldn’t happen again. It did. The next week. He came back drunk and falling over. The next time he wasn’t drunk. He hit my mom again for nothing. When I saw I was so mad I wanted to kill him. He was stronger.” His voice was barely heard but I listened intently. “I can’t stop him. Almost every weekend he hits me. I rather it be me then my mom.”
“Won’t she kick him out?!” I all but nothing yelled. He shook his head.
“He threatened her. He said that if she kicks him out he will kill her and me.” tears were stinging my eyes fiercely. I was clenching the blanket now. “He gave me this last weekend for not taking out the trash.” he said raising his shirt to see the bruise I had seen before. My lungs didn’t have any air in them.
“Why don’t you call the cops?! He’s abusing you!” I said beating my hand against the bed. He shook his head.
“We can’t. If we do they don’t have any proof that he’s beating me. They know my criminal recorder and think I got into a fight with a kid from school.” He shrugged.
“Zane….” I said almost crying. He looked at me.
“He’s never somber much but I try to stay out of the house. I try to get my mom out too but she doesn’t want to make him mad if she isn’t home when he is. I wanted to leave. Just move back home. Her and I. she wouldn’t. She says she ‘loves him’.” he rolled his eyes but you could see the sad eyes. The anger. I looked down at his chest where his shirt had went down, where the bruise was his mom’s boyfriend gave him. How could he let this happen? Suddenly I was mad at him. Why can’t he fight back?! Why can’t he take his mom and just leave! Instead of staying and getting beat up! Then I was mad at Jane. For letting this happen to her son. For letting her son get beat up by her boyfriend.
“That’s why you didn’t want me to come over this Saturday.” I whispered. He looked up and nodded. How could I have not see this? Why didn’t I see? I could have helped him. I could have let him stay here with me. “Why is your mom letting this happen?” I finally asked. He shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong she hates seeing me get the a** knocked out of me its just she is afraid. I got into a fight with her tonight about moving again. That’s why I asked to come over here.” I nodded. “Plus Mr. ******** Pants threatened if I don’t leave the house tonight he was going to give me a punch in the face.” my jaw clenched. I hated this Scott guy more then I have hated anyone in my life. I almost imagine myself killing him. He put Zane through all of this! He hurt him. Zane snorted. “I slept in my car a couple times because of him. I mean I love my car but those seats are uncomfortable but its better then getting another bruise.”
“How long has this been going on?” I asked. He looked at his hands his jaw still tense.
“A month and a couple weeks.” I swallowed staring at him as he looked away avoiding my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I whispered. He looked up angry.
“Like you would even care!” he growled and stood up turning his back to me. “It’s humiliating. Not being able to fight back.” He whispered. I stood up my legs shaky.
“Zane,” I said coming up to his back. I pulled at his forearm pulling him around to me. I looked him in the eyes. “We might not be together for real and may not be the best of friends, but I care about something like that.” just tell him Olivia! No! Yes! No I can’t. He looked at me. I could feel him almost looking into my soul again. Knowing me, for who I am. “You can always stay here if you need to. I am always here for you.” I said and gave his arm a squeeze.
“Thanks,” he said quietly almost in a daze. I put my arms around his waist and hugged him. He was a little shocked at first but put his arms around me and hugged me tightly back. “I think we count ourselves as friends.” he mumbled close to my ear as he put his head down to my hair. I laughed a little. I didn’t want to let go. His smell was so familiar and I wanted him. No I didn’t! Yes you do. No I don’t! I argued with myself. His warm body felt good against mine and I stuffed my face into his shoulder as much as possible. I wanted his bittersweet smell to rub off on me. Finally we pulled back and we stood awkwardly. I laughed.
“Well, um, thanks for telling me.”
“You can’t tell anyone Olivia.” he said panic in his voice. I wanted to call the cops. I wanted to tell someone so they could take Scott away but Zane would hate me. I nodded.
“OK,” I looked down. “Wait,” I said looking up. “Will he hurt me on Saturday?” I asked feeling scared. His eyes blazed.
“No. I won’t let him. I will kill him before he touches you.” he sounded so serious it almost scared me.
“What should I do? I mean what if he finds out that I know.” I said. Zane shook his head.
“He won’t hurt you, and if he finds out…” he trailed off and swallowed.
“Oh Zane,” I said feeling tears again. “He can’t hurt you! Not for me!” Zane smirked down at me which surprised me. “What?” I asked. He shook his head and laughed. “This is not a laughing matter!” I yelled. He put his hand over my mouth and I stopped.
“You sound like a really freaked out girlfriend afraid her boyfriend is going to die.” I raised an eyebrow then he pulled his hand back. I shrugged and looked down.
“I am.” I whispered.
“Just don’t say anything about it and stay close to me.” I nodded. “And my mom said he might not even come. Depends.” relief filled me. I don’t want Zane to get beat up because of me. It wasn’t right. I would call the cops if he did.
“OK,” I said and looked at the clock. “Its midnight already.” I said with a sigh. He nodded.
“We should probably go to bed.” I went back to my bed and put away my books. “You read?” he asked surprised. I looked at him and showed him the book. He raised an eyebrow. “Lord of the Flies, a little gory for a bed time story?” he asked amused. I laughed but then stopped and looked at him.
“You read it before?” this time he laughed and lay down on the floor.
“I’m not as dumb as I look Princess.” I shrugged.
“You don’t seem the type,”
“And you shouldn’t judge,” I narrowed my eyes at him and climbed in under the covers.
“I wasn’t judging…it’s just…”
“Yeah you were,” he said.
“OK so I was!” I said. “But can you blame me? I mean Zane Walker reading? Really I would think hell would freeze over before that happened.” he chuckled.
“I read. I read a lot actually.” he said quietly. I turned off the light and just the light streaming through the window from the street came in, it cast an orange glow.
“Mm, you know I’m a little worried about you?” I said leaning over the edge of the bed where he was. He had his hands behind his head not under his Barbie cover just lying on top with his clothes on. He looked up at me and my pulse beat harder.
“Why?” he asked. I smiled a little down there.
“Because you are always doing things I would never have excepted.” My words were soft and sweet and they meant a lot. He smiled without showing his white teeth.
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
“Night,” I lay back in bed and pulled a pillow to me and closed my eye smiling. Even though everything with Zane was on my mind I couldn’t get that smile out of my brain. Or the fact that he is sleeping on the floor a foot a way from me.
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- | Submitted on 06/23/2010 |
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- Title: Our Fake Relationship
- Artist: invisibleninja159
- Description: [Chapter 27] "Truth Comes Out:---Zane finally tells Olivia about how he got all of those bruises. (Author's Note) Thank yewh so much for everybody that has been reading! Please encourage your friends to come and read, spread Olivia and Zane around!!! XD Anyways, thank yewh all i really appreciate it!! :3
- Date: 06/23/2010
- Tags: fake relationship abuse life
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- PoisonousMoonlight - 06/24/2010
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I am so so very happy with this one! I love it to the death but me and Olivia will get an army and kill (fill in the blanks name xD) yes!
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