Olivia's POV
I wake up and I'm greeted by the smoky scent that follows Dylan around. I felt strong arms holding me. I sat up quickly struggling in the persons grasp. I hear a groan and turn to a sleepy looking Dylan.
"Why're you moooooving" he groans. His face nestling into the back of my neck. I froze. My body going rigid. Dylan didn't seem to notice. His strong arms tightening around me and pulling me closer to him. As if I was his teddy bear.
"Dylan please" I whisper. Not trusting my voice.
"What's wrong Livy" he whispers. I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His fingers are tracing random patterns on my stomach.
"Can you let me go" I whisper, not trusting my own voice. He starts to notice my discomfort he releases me quickly.
"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" He asks sitting up quickly and Seeming worried. I don't want him to think he's doing something wrong.
"No no, I just don't like it when people see me after an incident," I say. Hiding my face in the pillow. trying not to show how weak I feel. I feel the bed shifting. I'm guessing that He's leaving. I guess I did ask. But honestly, I feel sad that he did leave.
"You need someone with you right now. You can't just hide in your own thoughts" I hear his soft voice whispering I look up at him. He's crouched next to me on the floor. His calloused finger wiped away a tear I hadn't realized I had shed.
"Help me" I plead. My voice breaking in the end. He nods and climbs behind me in the bed. His arm once again wrapping around my body. This time however I turn so that my face is facing his chest. I let the tears fall.
"It's ok sweetie" he whispers into my hair. I blush at the name but shake it off. Knowing he is only trying to help me feel better.
"Thank you" I whisper into his chest. He just kisses the top of my head. Before I feel myself fall back into a deep sleep.
Dylan POV
I stay in bed with Olivia for a while. I want to be able to hold her for forever, but alas it's impossible. Once I know that she is asleep I retract my arm from its position on her waist. Her face scrunches up at the loss of contact, and immediately I want to return my hand. I resist the urge and instead look at my phone. I have a few texts from Noah and Ashley. I reply to both of them saying that Olivia is ok and that she'll be in school tomorrow. I plug the phone back in and turn towards the beautiful sleeping girl next to me. I want to know what set her off. I want to help her. I want her to know that I will never let anyone hurt her ever again. I promise that to myself before I lay down again and place my arm around Olivia's small waist. She moves closer to me and I smile. Then fall into a deep sleep dreaming about the girl next to me.
Hey, guys I know it's another short chapter, but I promise the next one will be suuuuuper long. Thanks, lovelies. ❤️❤️❤️
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The Bad Boy has seen my Scars
ChickLitOlivia Riley feels as if she is nothing. She's constantly abused by her father after her mother's disappearance. The scars on her wrist are the only things that make her feel in control. Dylan White is the typical player bad boy of the school. He...
