Chapter 4: home.
Please listen to home by Daughtry.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. I kept thinking of what Ollie had said to me about the fact that Luthor had threatened him that he would kill me and our son if he had tried to escape. Then at four in the morning I heard frantic pounding on the door and when I opened it I saw Clark clutching a blanketed figure to his chest he looked frantic and I ushered him into the living room and when he laid the figure on the couch a part of the blanket fell away and I gasped when I saw their face it was Ollie and he was severely injured blood coming out the corners of his mouth and had a bullet wound to his head. I was shocked and horrified as Clark pulled the blanket off of Ollie he had obviously been severely tortured he had burns and cuts all over his chest and neck as well as several bullet wounds and stab wounds.
Miraculously Ollie opened his eyes and grabbed my arm when I touched the worst of the cuts on his chest. He gasped out "C-Chloe?" I said "Yes honey I'm here I won't ever leave you." He smiled and said "C-Chloe w-where's o-our b-baby?" I went upstairs and found Ollie Jr. laying in his crib wide awake and making adorable baby noises and scooped him up and carried him downstairs, I carried him over to the couch where his father was and told Clark to cover Ollie up the best that he could I didn't want our son to be exposed to the horrors of this world already at only four months of age.
When Clark covered Ollie up I gently handed Ollie our son Ollie winced and relaxed cradling Ollie Jr. I smiled at the two of them and hoped that our son would be able to grow up with a father and not be raised the way I was. I had witnessed my mother being murdered and my father who had sunk into alcoholism abandoned me when I was 7 years old blaming me for my mother's death saying that if I hadn't been born my mother wouldn't have died. During the time that I was with my father I was horribly abused both physically and mentally.
I was taken in by an elderly couple that couldn't have children when they were younger and raised by them. They formally adopted me when I was ten. That's one thing Ollie doesn't know about me. He honestly thinks that Mary and Joe are my real mother and father but they're not. I mean they're not really elderly but in parenting terms they are. They're about 60 years old now and I still go and visit them every now and then they live in Florida and plane tickets these days cost you about an arm and a leg.
Ollie handed me back our baby and surprisingly the little boy had fallen asleep and Ollie smiled as he slipped into unconsciousness.