Learning To Love

Chapter 36

That day, they talked to Ollie about it, telling him about the treatment. They wrapped his hand to help him not move or hit it while it healed. He seemed worried about his rib, but not shocked. Not shocked at all.

There has to be more to this story then he's telling me becuase there's injuries that are unexplained. His head easily would've have been injured from falling, or the fact that his hair got caught in the blade and tore it off.

But it was the fractures in his hand that struck me as alarming.

I need to go back to his house and look for something that will tell me anything, any hint at all.

I got up from the chair I'd been living on. Ollie looked at me from the TV.

"Ollie, I need to go take care of some things at my home, and work has been calling me like crazy so I'm going to go talk to them. Sort stuff out. I'll be back in a little while, okay?" Instantly his expression changed to looking a little defeated.

"Thank you for staying with me Lucas, but you don't have to anymore." I hated the sad note within his voice.

"No, I'm going to stay, I'm just going to go do some chores and things. Check on everything. Do you want me to grab you something to eat?"

"I'm okay, thank you." He made an effort to smile.

"I'll be back in a bit." Bending down, I planted a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving the room.

On my drive there I thought of a few options I had.

What if Robert isn't home?

Do I break in? Sneak around the house and look through windows to try and see something. Or do I leave and try again later?

And if he is home, then what's my excuse for being there.

Well wouldn't his father want to know how his son is doing? I could fill him in on what's been going on, as if it's all casual and chit chat.

But then what's my excuse for looking around?

I need to be looking for something. What could he possibly need?

His guitar, I need his guitar because I have to replace its strings before we play on our tour when he gets better. That seems good enough? It has to be about repair or something because it wouldn't be believable if he needed it to play it now. When he can barley stand on his own. And the hand injury, but I wonder if Robert even knows about that.

What stroke me as alarming was that Robert hadn't called Ollie once. Hadn't even visited him at the hospital. I want a good explanation for that too.

When I arrived, there were both cars in the driveway. They hadn't even moved a little.

Wind blew through my hair as I got out of my car, it's was icy and cold. The tree tops whirled around at the winds strength.

A storm was coming.

When I reached the front step, the splattered of Ollie's pooling blood were still there, not even an effort made to clean it.

I took a deep breath.

Stay calm.

Stay focused.

I knocked three times, a little harder than necessary.

It took a while before I heard rustling around and soon enough footsteps to the doorway.

The door handle jostled around because the door actually opened.

The first thing I noticed was the smell, the second, was Roberts towering body in the doorway.