A/N- hi guys! I honestly didn't think anyone would like this one but I guess a couple people did! Sooo here you go! Sorry it's a tad sorry for any grammar mistakes I don't have a beta.
Chapter 2
"I wasn't alone on that island" Oliver started, looking at the man across from him.
Diggle raised a surprised eyebrow but didnt interrupt.
Oliver continued "The people on the island; well we weren't exactly friends".
"Who were they" John questioned
"I don't know; maybe a government organization, maybe they were paid; I'm not sure" Oliver answered.
John nodded as Oliver continued speaking.
"They tortured me" he said flatly, his eyes hardened.
"They wanted information on a friend of mine and I wouldn't tell them. So they tied me up and tried to cut it out of me"
Oliver looked up and just for a minute, John could see through his facade. For a single moment the mask he wore slipped and John could see the face of a man who's been through hell; a man who's eyes were filled to the brim with pain and hidden sadness.
"The things I saw; the things I did to survive, stayed with me. They never leave. Every night it's like I'm back on that god forsaken island, reliving my worst memories" Oliver said.
John was shocked. Never had he seen Oliver look so broken; so damaged and it scared him.
"Oliver" he said hoping to show the young man some comfort. He knew Oliver's time on the island was bad but me would have never thought it to be this traumatizing. He couldn't even imagine the memories Oliver relived each night and John had his fare share if pain; mentally and physically but compared to Oliver's, it was nothing.
"I had no idea" he said. Oliver's jaw stiffened and just like that, the mask slid back down concealing the pain and sadness behind a crumbling wall.
Oliver coughed and rose from his seat.
"Thats why I do what I do; I put the things that happened to me to use".
Oliver grabbed a water bottle and took a nice long sip, letting the cool liquid sooth his suddenly parched throat.
Ignoring the sympathetic looks from Diggle, he walked into the training area and began furiously punching the heavy bag.
John stared at Oliver for a moment in silent awe as Oliver trained as if nothing happened.
"You want to spar" Oliver questioned turning to his bodyguard.
John sighed and stood, making his way to the training area.
As punches were thrown and blocks were made, John couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting to Oliver's time on the island.
The kid had a lot of willpower but he couldn't keep that wall up forever; some day it would be broken.
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