Chapter 7
Aftershock
Oliver was a very different person after that night. He was no longer the happy and cheerful jester of Cali. He walked around with a gloomy shadow over his face and a distant look in his eyes. Miley saw him the first day after the rape. She immediately knew something was wrong. It was summer, but Oliver was wearing a long jacket and pants. Lilly walked forward. She placed a hand softly on Oliver's arm. Her eyes showed concern. Oliver looked at her fearfully and jerked his arm away.
"Oliver," Lilly whispered.
"Just leave me alone," Oliver said quietly.
He started to walk away.
"Oliver wait," Miley called. "We're your friends. Tell us what's wrong."
Oliver pressed onward. He wasn't listening. They didn't care. After all, they hadn't been there to save him from Rico. Hot tears streamed down Oliver's face. He ran into the boy's restroom and sobbed loudly.
"Help me," he sobbed. "Someone help me. I feel all alone."
TBC...
A/N: Sorry it was short. You're about to see the story take another turn.
