A/N: This is a songfic to 'Sleepless Nights (Never Let her Go)' by Faber Drive in Oliver's POV
Another sleepless night, I'm still staring at the ceiling. They think I'm asleep, but I don't remember how to anymore. I can hear him fighting with her for no good reason .
I hear her sob and it kills me a bit inside. My mother is being yelled at tonight because of me, but even if I hadn't broken that plate today she would still get yelled at. This happens every night. Will this ever end?
Will this house be a home again? I remember when I was young. My father used to show my mother how much he cared for her. This old scene from my memory is playing on the ceiling. I swing back and forth on the rusted swing set as I watch my father, still nicely dressed from work, carrying a bouquet of flowers. They are simple flowers, nothing too expensive, but the way they light up my mother's face causes my father to smile. He hands her the flowers and gently kisses her before going behind her and wrapping his arms around her and my little brother in her stomach. They look so happy and in love.
My brother came into the world and by the time he was three, my father started to spend more and more time away. He comes home and never appreciates the meal his wife made him, on the contrary he complains that it is cold because he was late or yells at her for not making something or doing something how he wanted it. But instead of retaliating, she apologizes. She's trying her best but he doesn't seem to care.
When ever she gets and threatens to leave, he tells her he loves her. I can tell that he's just saying it so she'll stay. She does so much for him. If she left, she would be able to provide for us, she would be free from his abuse, but those three words seem to get her every time. I wish she could see that there is no emotion, he is just manipulating her. But, she doesn't because she wants to feel loved. His words are enough for her, she doesn't believe in herself enough to listen to see if he means what he's saying, so she stays with him.
I think she's starting to see the truth, slowly. I pray so. My ceiling plays out my hopes, him realizing how much he need her before it's too late. I want him to know that screwing up the best thing ever is something he'll regret forever.
Another day goes by and nothing changed, she's still the same. Another night, and my ceiling is the friendliest thing in this house. I can hear her crying thinking she's the one to blame. Will this ever end?
If I had my way, I'd corner him and tell him what I think every night as I stare up at my ceiling. Up at the plain emptiness with a single crack going right thorough the center, a perfect reflection of this house. Will this house be a home again?
Another sleepless night and nothing changed, he's still the same. Another stupid fight, and someone's gotta say: Put yourself in her position, all she needs is recognition. Love's not enough when you say it, don't you know you've gotta mean it. Screwing up the best thing ever is something you'll regret forever. Take her and make sure she feels it, let her know you'll never let her go.
Another sleepless night . . .