Learning To Love

chapter 45

Ollies P.O.V

(You are now viewing the story as Ollie McLain.)

The entire car ride there, I was holding back my tears, my frown, the anxiety building up in my chest. I was screaming desperately inside to turn around, just turn the fucking car around!

Lucas had not talked during the car ride, which made it even harder. He hasn't said much to me since we argued. My plan to push him away didn't work and now it's like we can't get along at all.

Lucas was tied to me no matter what I do, and I can't shake off his suspicions either. No matter what I say or do, it's like he doesn't believe a word. I tried to protect him from Robert, but now I'm not sure what to do. It's out of my hands.

I pushed that argument far back in my mind and swallowed it. Everything made me want to cry.

You're right Lucas! You're right! Just take me back! Please! I'll tell you everything, just go back!

I didn't even realise we were in the driveway until the car turned off.

"Are you okay?" Just his voice made me angry.

I nodded, I couldn't speak.

Lucas huffed and opened his door, I began to open mine but he was already at my side, opening it for me. It made me even angrier.

If your so fucking sick of me, angry with me, then why stick around?

I didn't say thank you, I just got up and leaned against the car for support. I felt even more sore after they took my stitches out. Lucas said I'd be more sensitive for a while.

He lingered beside me for a moment, looking me up and down.

"What?" I snapped, but he ignored me and went to get my bags from the trunk. It was misty out, and the trees looked eerie in the fog. Robert's car was here.

"Do you need help?" He asked with my bag slung over his shoulder.

"No." I walked up the front step and grimaced at the blood stain left there.

"You'd think he'd give a fuck to wash it away?" I was getting sick of Lucas's agitated voice and handed him the house key.

"You can leave now." I pushed but he glared at me, and opened the door. I didn't really care what he'd see Robert doing, snorting lines off the dining room table, or passing out on the couch in his boxers. It's not like he doesn't already know.

I could feel myself slipping away again, the second my foot stepped into the doorway.

Get me out of here! My conscience screamed.

It was dark and gloomy, but it smelled off, the air went through the room differently. I leapt in front of Lucas and out into the living room. Cans of paint and tarps were laid down and there Robert was, smoothing a roller over the ceiling.

"Looks like I didn't have enough time!" Robert said in surprise, staring at Lucas.

"What's this?" I whispered looking at the tarps covering the garage door and stairs.

"A little home reno, to welcome you back!" Robert stepped down a small foot ladder and came to meet us in the hallway.

Did he really do this for me?

"Oh." was all I could manage.

"I cleaned your room up for you, I wasn't sure when you'd be back." This made me glare at him. I couldn't manage to pretend to be kind or keep my cool. I was angry at everyone and everything.