The Young Olive Tree
Chapter One: Pain For a Young Olive Tree
Chapter One: Pain For a Young Olive Tree
"Leave me alone!" Oliver shouted as the young kids in the town of London, England continued to beat him and bully him. It hurt, but he had to deal with it when he went to the library to get more books, which was very frequent. It was his only happiness besides playing piano. He sang for his Master, but he couldn't do it much more. There was less and less he could sing about. His light was fading away with his heart. The young Olive Tree was slowly wilting away in the darkness.
Oliver quickly picked up his books and continued to limp, his leg hurting from the abuse. He would get many questioning looks when he arrived home to the others.
Dark clouds began to cover the sky and thunder was heard in the distance, making it even darker for the Olive Tree to grow out of his gloom. Street lights began to turn on, readying for most likely the darkest storm of the spring. People walked back into their homes, and the streets slowly became empty. Was the weather mocking his emotions?
Sonika looked at him, and she knew right away what happened. The boys had bullied him again. It was very clear this time. The rain couldn't wash away the marks they had left from the abuse.
"They went after you again, didn't they?" Sonika asked, and Oliver looked away, ashamed.
"N-no, I tripped…" The boy denied, walking into the bathroom to wash up and change. Sonika watched him, and she and Big Al sighed.
"He'll never tell the truth. He's always afraid of breaking the peace." Al assumed, and he was right.
"I wish he would though. It just hurts him more when he doesn't." Sweet Ann added in, walking into the bathroom. She watched Oliver take the peroxide out and pour a little onto a cloth, then dab it on some scratches. He winced in pain as it took effect, then wrap it up again. Such a shame…
Sweet Ann fled when Oliver walked out the bathroom, making him curious why he heard the steps. He shrugged it off and walked to his room, then locking the door behind. After changing into a pair of black pants and a white shirt, he climbed onto his bed and pulled out one of the heavy romance novels he had borrowed from the library.