Simply Why
It's been two weeks since that day. That is, since I tried to take my own life by slitting my wrists. But my friends, they stopped me. And I think I'm beginning to understand why. So now the only 'why' left, is the one that led me to this. The others, they want to know. Then again, they haven't left me alone much more than ten minutes at a time since they found me with both wrists slit. It seems there's almost always one of them around.
I think Enrique answered that question before I'd even noticed though. He told me I scared them. So it's understandable why they won't leave me alone. It's because they're afraid. Afraid I'll try to kill myself again. Even after I promised I wouldn't, it hasn't seemed to ease their fears. Before, it just didn't make any sense. Now I realize that my single reason to die is nowhere near as strong as my many reasons to live.
For everything he's done to me, my friends have done a dozen times as much to make up for it, without even realizing. I've often wondered how I managed to hide it from them. The bruises, the cuts, scrapes, scratches and scars. But they never noticed. Of course it hasn't been all that long since we all started paying a lot more attention to one another. And in that short amount of time, I haven't been home, when he was.
"What are you thinking about Oliver?" I'd been staring out the window, but the voice causes me to turn. I find Robert behind me. "Oh, nothing really," I try to dissuade him. "You don't look like you were thinking about nothing. What's the matter?" Damn he's perceptive. "Are you thinking about why you did it?" I look up at him, shocked and slightly angry. He sits down beside me on the couch. "I'm right, aren't I? I can tell from the way you looked at me when I said."
I sag a bit, "you three aren't going to drop it, are you?" "No." "Why not?" "Because, we can't help you if we don't know the problem, now can we?" I hate to admit it, but he's right. He turns towards the door a moment, "would you two either get in here or go away? Eavesdropping isn't very becoming of you." Johnny and Enrique walk into the room, looking a little sheepish at being caught.
They settle themselves across from Robert and me, "so?" "So what?" I ask, although I know full well what. "Are you ever going to tell us?" "Enrique." Johnny gives him a mild shove, "leave the poor kid alone. Either he's going to tell us or he's not and there's nothing we can do about whichever he decides." Thank you Johnny. But I might as well tell them. Like Robert said, they want to help, and they can't if they don't know what's wrong.
"You're sure?" They all look at me, "sure?" "Sure you want to hear I mean." "Of course." "Yeah." "Come on Oli, tell us what's wrong." The three of them all look worried. I'm still having trouble believing they'd worry at all, about me. I take a deep breath, "my father, he....he hates me." "He does?" You haven't the slightest Robert. None of you do. You can't possibly know, what he's done to me.
"He does. He...." I swallow hard, struggling to get the next part out. "He beats me every chance he gets. If he comes home and I'm here....." I can't continue. I'm on the verge of tears already, from just that little bit. Suddenly I realize there's an arm around my shoulders, and that Enrique's on my left, while Johnny's to my right on the other side of Robert. "The bastard." "Definitely." "Doesn't know a good son when he sees one, is that it?"
"You know Oliver, you can always come to one of our places if you need away from here." "He's right." "And you can call us whenever you need some help." "Just don't ever try that again, got it?" Crying, I nod. I can't believe they're doing this. I didn't know they could help me with something this way. And all I had to do was simply tell them why.
Chaos: Chappie 4 is done. Whoo-hoo! Chappie 5 next, is end of fic. But I make sequel for all readers and reviewers, 'cause they all so nice to Chaos. They like what Chaos write and that make Chaos very happy. Oli happy make Chaos happy too. Chaos talk like this when Chaos write too much in one night, so's don't worry. Will get over it by next chappie. Hopes you like. Bye-bye.