Call Me Crazy (Tony Perry/OC)

Olivia’s Point of View
When I started waking up, I nearly forgot about what had happened last night. It wasn’t all there but the most of it was. I remember sitting in my car, practically bleeding to death and then instead of calling Tony or my mom, I had called Vic. I don’t exactly know why I did it, but I knew that I couldn’t call them.
I heard my mom and Tony talking to a nurse nearby and I felt my thighs burn and ache. I opened my eyes and saw that I had an IV in my arm and a pulse oximeter on my finger. I tried to sit up slowly but I had absolutely no strength or energy in me to do that. I looked to the left, towards the window. It was dark outside.
I felt a tickle in the back of my throat and I felt like I needed to throw up. I tried to speak but all that came up was a tiny whimper. I noticed a bucket beside my bed and I shakily reached up to grab it. I managed to pull it towards me just in time, because I ended up throwing up, a lot.
The nurses stopped talking and so did my mom and Tony. They all rushed over and Tony grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles, while my mom hugged my head and the nurse checked over all the equipment and took the bucket once I was done.
My mom handed me a tissue from the table and I wiped my mouth with it, before the nurse left us alone. Hugging me again, my mom’s arms wrapped around me while I felt my arms lie limp at my sides seeing as I still had almost no energy in me. I looked over my mom’s shoulder, I saw Tony looking at me. He looked so disappointed in me, fuck; even I am. I talked to my mom for a bit after she handed me the remote to make my bed sit up and then she decided to go for a little drive and go get some food for us all, almost as if she wanted to ask as if I wasn’t in here because I nearly killed myself.
I had been sitting up for at least an hour or two, seeing as it was starting to get lighter outside. I saw a clock and I saw that it was 8:00 AM. Tony walked over to the top of the bed and took the remote and made the bed lie down flat. I tried lifting myself up to see what he was doing, by putting my hand on my leg and the other on the bed but all I did was wince and tense up.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quiet, and cracking.
“I’m putting your bed down so you can sleep a bit. You’re still on meds, and you need rest,” He stated, emotionlessly. He walked away from the bed and was rummaging through his backpack for something.
“Can’t we talk about this?” I said, the desperation evident in my voice. I reached for the remote to put the bed up but I couldn’t reach.
“Talk about what?” He turned back around. “Talk about the fact that you practically ran away the other day and cut yourself open and nearly bled to death? Talk about the fact that you called Vic to help you and you apparently begged him not to tell me? Talk about the fact that you had almost died yesterday night and had to get four blood transfusions? They told me afterwards that they nearly had to restart your heart.”
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t kn-know what got into me, I just,” my breathing started getting heavier and I felt tears at the brink of falling. “I don’t know, I’m s-sorry,” I whispered, mustering up enough strength to bring my hand up to reach over my eyes, so that it was resting on the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I started to cry and my quiet crying turned into loud sobs and I was glad the door was shut and I was glad that my mom wasn’t in the room anymore. “Is the baby okay?” I whispered in between sobs.
“They told us you might not have made it, the baby included. Do you know how I felt after that? I felt like it was partially my fault because I should have went with you when you went to do groceries. I should have texted you before it happened, I should have been with you, I could have helped you,” He sat down on the chair beside the bed and clicked the button on the remote to bring the bed to sit back up. He grabbed a tissue box from the table and handed me one.
I moved my hand from my face and took the tissue and wiped my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to keep apologizing,” He assured me.
“Sorry, I just—“ I put my hand down on my leg and winced as it touched the sensitive part. “Sorry,” I looked down. Carefully, I moved the sheet that was covering my leg slowly. I moved the hospital gown that had reached down to my knees.
“You had to get 138 stitches,” He whispered, looking away from my leg to the ground. “The cuts went all the way down your thigh, there was blood everywhere. When Vic called me, he told me he would explain what had happened when I got here,” He looked back up at my face. I was looking down at my legs still but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. “He made me tell your mom to drive me, he was scared I would get killed or something. When he ended up telling me what happened, I nearly threw up. I had to sit in the waiting room for another four hours before I could go in and see you. I hadn’t eaten because just as we were going to eat supper, because your note was actually convincing, Mike had called me and said that you were in the ICU. I didn’t eat so when I got here, I started dry heaving, I was gagging, and I couldn’t actually get sick though, because there was nothing to throw up. They had to go through all this shit, to make sure you didn’t overdose, that everything was stitched, and only your mom could see you for a while. Vic was here this morning but he had to leave because he hadn’t been home since two days ago when you called him.”
“I’m sorry” I whispered. “I’m really sorry, I really mean it,” I lifted my hand to cover my face again. “God, I hate this. Every time that I’m sitting in this bed, each and every single fucking time, my mom acts like nothing happens.” I grabbed the remote and made my bed lay flat. “God, I’m so stupid,” I squeezed my eyes shut just before they started filling up with tears.
“You’re not stupid,” Tony said. He reached his hand out, grabbing mine from my face. “You’re in here because you made a mistake. They’re letting you out in tomorrow and they’re going to tell us to keep a close eye on you to make sure this doesn’t happen again and I’m going to make sure that it never happens again, got it?”
Before I could say anything, my mom had walked back in with a bag from Taco Bell and a tray of Starbucks drinks. She set them down on the table on the side of the bed opposite to Tony, and sat in the other chair.
“Do you want to eat, or get some sleep, hun?” She asked, pushing my hair out of my face, running her hand over my forehead.
“Sleep, please,” I fought the urge to throw up again as I answered. I swallowed hard and shut my eyes. My mom leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead and walked over to the blinds, shutting them so that the room was darker. “I think you and Tony should go back to the house for a few hours. I can call you in a bit when I’m awake again.”
“I think that’s a good idea, Tony has been here the entire time, and he hasn’t gotten a second of sleep since.” Mom chuckled. The corner of his mouth rose a bit, and he half smiled with a shrug. “Call when you’re awake, we might just come back around 1 or 2, somewhere around there.” Tony leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my lips and then my forehead before him and my mom walked out of the room.
I’m such a terrible person. I let everyone down. I’m here because I couldn’t listen to the verse of one stupid song without flipping out. I almost died. I almost killed two people. I should have just talked to Tony about it. I shouldn’t have done this. God, I’m so stupid. I’m so, so stupid.
A nurse walked in and told me that I should get up and walk around for a few minutes, just so that my muscles won’t pull any other time I have to move. I waited a few minutes to make sure that Tony and my mom wouldn’t still be waiting in the hallway or something, before I put on a pair of slipper-shoes that the nurse had given me. I had slipped on a robe over my nurse gown, and I had to pull along a cart with the IV’s and heart monitor connected to it.
Every single step that I took was dreadful. My legs felt like they were being ripped to shreds all over again. I felt as if everything was happening all over again. I had the nurse by my side, holding onto my arm, one hand on my wrist and one hand on my elbow, supporting me. I couldn’t take a step without wincing, so I only made it halfway down the hallway before the nurse noticed.
She grabbed a wheelchair that was folded up in case of emergency, and sat me in it. She wheeled me back to my room and I had almost thought that earlier I had felt so useless. No, this was definitely the most useless I had ever felt in my life.
I had been in the hospital for tons of things before, but this was the second time that I had been here for a suicide attempt. I had came here years ago, because I had tried to overdose on Tylenol and leftover prescription pills that were given to me after I had broken my legs. The nurses were unbelievably nice, but my mom; she acted like nothing had happened and that I was in there because there was an accident.
I had known Tony at the time, and we were good friends, but I never ended up telling him why I was really in the hospital that week. I had ended up telling him that I was out of town because a family member was sick in the hospital and they weren’t supposed to make it through the night.
(Spoiler alert: I lied.)
When I got back to my room, I was helped back into my bed, making sure that none of my IV’s got loose or fell out.
“Am I allowed to have my phone?” I asked the nurse, before she exited the room.
“Yes, of course. It’s right here,” She said, walking over to the window ledge where my purse was. It was sitting right beside it. “Here you go,” she handed me my phone and my purse. “We had to go through your purse to make sure there was nothing in there that could be harmful to yourself, but other than that, we didn’t take anything.” She grabbed the wheelchair and folded it back up. “Is there anything else that you need before I leave?” She asked politely. I shook my head and she left, closing the door lightly behind her.
I opened my phone and saw that I only still had the same texts from Tony and my mom from when I was still driving. I unlocked it, and called Vic.
“Olivia?” He answered groggily, after the second ring.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“Thank, God, you’re okay,” He sighed in relief. “Mike and I were so worried; I only just fell asleep about an hour ago,”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I apologized, instantly feeling even more guilty than before. I felt my hands get clammy and warm.
“No, it’s okay. I was hoping to hear from you today,” He reassuringly stated. I almost felt reassured, but I just couldn’t convince myself.
“Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you, if that’s practical and not super cheesy.” I bit my lip nervously. I even sound pathetic.
“It’s alright, you don’t need to.” He paused for a second. “I know it’s hard, and I know you might have a lot on your plate right now, and I don’t exactly know what’s going on in your life, but if you ever need to talk to someone, talk to one of us. Mike, me, Tony, we’re all here for you. I would say Jaime too but I’m not sure how comfortable you would feel since you haven’t really talked to him.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” I said, nodding. “I don’t know what happened, after I heard you singing that song, it kind of all just clicked it and I realized what I was going to do—Vic, I’m pregnant. Tony knows, our parents know, now you. Tony’s mom kicked him out. She told him never to speak to her again. I feel like it’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, neither of you chose to have a baby.” I could hear him moving around in the background. “Are you going to keep him or her?” He asked.
“I really hope so. I don’t know why, I just—I don’t want the baby to go to bad parents, if we put it up for adoption. I know there’s not a very high chance that they will, but who knows? Maybe they won’t even get adopted and they’ll go to an even worse foster home.” I nervously babbled. “I honestly was going to go get an abortion, but Tony got mad when I told him that I was going to,”
“Have you talked to Tony about raising it, maybe? I know you guys are young, but Tony loves kids, and you guys would be great parents, I bet,”
“We talked the one time, but not really much about keeping it,” I sighed and shifted around to get comfortable. “I mean, I mentioned that I was thinking about getting an apportion and he told me that I shouldn’t and he practically begged that I didn’t,” I bit my lip. “We never really mentioned keeping it, he just said that we could figure it out.”
“Well, you sound tired, so maybe you should get some rest and talk to Tony about it later on,” I nodded.
“Okay, thanks, Vic.”
“Alright, talk to you later.” He said. I hung up my phone and put it on the table with my purse. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Tony’s Point of View
It was around 2:30 when Olivia called me and asked me to come back to the hospital with her mom. She was out doing groceries, so I had no vehicle or way of getting there, so I asked her if I could see if I could go with Vic or someone and she said she didn’t mind.
Vic was fine with driving me; he said that he wanted to see her too, so I called Olivia’s mom and told her where I was going, so that she would be sure. He told me about their conversation this morning about keeping the baby or not. I was really glad that Olivia decided that she wanted to keep the baby because I really did too.
We didn’t talk much on the way there because we were listening to music. I couldn’t get my mind off of the baby though. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to name it if it were a boy, or what I wanted to name it if it was a girl.
When we got to the hospital, I led Vic to her room, where she was sitting up in her bed, playing on her phone.
“I see you got your phone back,” I smiled when we walked in. I walked up to her, giving her a hug and kissing her on the forehead. Vic hugged her too, and we both sat down in the two chairs on either side of her bed.
“Yeah, the nurse gave it to me this morning right after you guys left,” She nodded, laughing. She locked the screen and put it down on the bed beside her. “I was just texting Alex, the one who moved away after junior year,”
“Oh, Alex as in crazy Alex? The one that was really hyper and super creepy?” I laughed. She nodded.
“That’s the one,” She smiled again.
We talked for a while longer before Vic had gotten a call from Mike saying that he was driving around and the battery of his car died, so Vic had to go help him, so it was just me and Olivia in the room.
God, I loved it when she smiled. “So I was talking to Vic on the way here and we talked about your phone conversation where you guys talked about the baby,” I nodded, smiling. “And he told me that you wanted to keep it, and I do too, and I really think we could do it,”
“I think we can too,” She beamed. “I have enough money saved up to move out plus more, and you said that you had enough money saved up too, so I think we could do it,”
“Actually, the other day, I was looking at apartments and I found a really nice one and I had enough to buy it, and it came furnished and I was hoping we could look into it,”
“It sounds great,”
“Yeah, and the pictures were nice, so I went to go check it out a few weeks ago, and it was more spacious that it looked. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a great sized living room. The kitchen was nice too, there was an island and everything and I know how much you love those,” I winked. She blushed and looked down.
“Can we go check it out, once I get out of here?” She questioned, looking back up again.
“Of course,” I laughed. I took her hand in mine and kissed it softly.
I sat on that chair beside the bed all night long, seeing as visitors were allowed 24 hours of the day and I was waiting for Olivia’s mom to come pick me up. I remember waking up the next morning leaning on the side of the bed, holding her hand with my face.
I stirred slightly, sitting up and stretching my back muscles. Olivia’s mom never ended up visiting last night so I was stuck here, not that I was upset.
I leaned back in my chair, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Today Olivia was being released and I wasn’t sure what time Olivia’s mom was going to pick us up so I shot her a text message asking her.
I sat there for a while longer on my phone until Liv woke up.
“Hey,” she yawned, wiping her eyes with her hand.
I sat up, leaning towards her bed. “Hey,” I smiled. “How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have in a while,” She clicked her remote to lift her bed to sit her up.
“As soon as the doctors clear you, you’re all good to leave,” I crossed my leg over my other. “And then we’re going to need your mom to pick you up,”
“I should call her,” she reached over and grabbed her phone. “Otherwise, she’ll forget,” She dialed the number and waited for her mom to answer.
“Hey mom,” She paused for a minute. “Yeah, what time are you picking me and Tony up at?” She ran her hand through her hair while she waited for an answer. “An hour? Okay, bye,” She put down her phone, hanging up.
“She said an hour,” I nodded.
“Let’s see if the nurses are available to check you out, then,” I smiled. Olivia picked up the phone beside her bed and called a nurse for her checkup.
When the nurse got there, she checked out the stitches on her legs, asked her a few questions and checked a few other things before she took the IV out of her arm and took her off the pulse oximeter.
“Okay, you’re clear to go.” The nurse smiled, stepping back from Olivia by a few steps. “Now, Tony, I’m going to take a wild guess that since you clearly care a lot about this wonderful young lady, you’re going to be one of the people keeping an eye on her, am I correct?” I replied by nodding. “Okay, well all you really have to do is make sure she doesn’t harm herself anymore, and you might want to try and make sure that as many negative influences that may trigger her or push her to do any harm to herself are taken out of her daily routine,”
“Got it,” I shook hands with the nurse while Olivia finished packing up her things. After her bag was completely packed, we made our way to the first floor where the entrance was. We sat at a mini table in the side near the little food booths set up.
“I’ll call my mom again,” She stated, sighing. After she got off the phone with her mom, about 15 minutes later, she got to the hospital. I grabbed Olivia’s bag and her hand and we walked out to her car. I went to the trunk and put the bag in the back and sat down in the backseat.
“Clear to go?” her mom asked, smiling. Olivia nodded, shifting her glance to the window.
“Can we just go home?” She pleaded, leaning against the seat of the car. Her mom smiled and started driving out of the parking lot. It took us about 15 minutes to get home.
Olivia’s Point of View
I brought my bag upstairs to my room and placed it on my bed. My van wasn’t in the driveway so I assumed it was still in the parking lot or it had been towed away. After plugging in my phone, I laid down to get some sleep, when I heard the door open. I felt Tony’s side of the bed weigh down and he wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you,” He whispered, kissing the back of my head.
“I love you too,” I murmured, closing my eyes against the pillow. It took me about half an hour to realize that I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep. I flipped over so I was facing Tony. He slowly opened his eyes and started to smile at me. I smiled back and pulled myself closer to him, leaning into his chest.
“I was planning on going to get your van later with Vic,” He started. “But your mom has to leave for work, and I don’t think it’ll be too good for you to see it, not right now, at least.” He looked down at me. “Would you rather me go another time, or do you want to call someone to see if they could hang with you for an hour or so?”
“I could call Sierra,” I shrugged. He grinned at me and nodded.
“Okay, you should call her soon, then,” He offered. He sat up after I did.
“I think I’m going to take a shower,” He stated, grabbing some clothes from his bag on the floor. “After we get your van cleaned up, and all, do you want to make an appointment to view that apartment?” I smiled at him and nodded furiously, making him laugh, as he walked into the bathroom.
I dialed Sierra’s number, and waited for her to answer.
“Hello?” She said.
“Hey, it’s Olivia,” I nodded to myself.
“Oh, hey,” She muttered, “I haven’t heard from you in a while,”
“I know,” I hummed. “I have a lot going on, I can fill you in if you’d like,” I chuckled.
“I can’t, sorry,” She quickly started. “I have plans already,”
“Oh, okay, it’s fine,” I bit my lip. “So I guess I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah, okay. Bye,” She hung up the phone, leaving me with the dead end dial tone.
So, I’m not exactly sure if that means we’re not considered friends anymore or not. I mean, she did get mad at me for not telling her what was going on when I found out I was pregnant but now that I was going to tell her, she ended up shutting me out.
I heard the bathroom door open up again, and Tony walked out. I got up, and started grabbing clothes from the dresser to change into. I grabbed a pair of tights, a black fake leather skirt, a grey hoodie, and a leather vest for over it and then I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I quickly turned on the water and put my stuff down. I opened the cupboards under the sink and found my shaving blades to shave my legs. I grabbed a pair of tweezers and pulled one of them out, slipping it into the pocket of my sweater.
After my shower, I walked out of the bathroom in my towel but right before I turned to face the wall to change, I noticed Tony staring at my legs where I had my stitches in. He looked upset, disappointed, almost disgusted.
“Don’t look,” I sputtered, turning away. I slipped off my towel and I looked down as I lifted one of my feet to put it inside my tights. I slipped them on and then slipped on the skirt quickly. I turned back around and noticed he was looking down now. I quickly slipped on a tank top and them my sweater. I sat down on the bed beside him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking down at the floor on the same spot he was.
I felt him wrap his arm around my waist pulling me closer. “Don’t be sorry,” He muttered, kissing my temple. “I love you so much,” He kissed the same spot over and over again. “I just hate seeing you hurting,”
“I love you too,” I closed my eyes, leaning into his body.
“Are you hanging out with Sierra?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m walking to meet her at the mall,” I nodded. I hate lying to him so much but I can’t have him babying me every second of my life.
“We could probably drop you off,” He shrugged.
“No it’s fine, you still have to get ready, and I’m supposed to leave, in a few minutes,” I bugged.
“Are you sure?” He asked again.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I stood up, and walked over to my dresser again, and pulled out my beanie. I slipped it on and grabbed my phone off the charger. I grabbed a pair of black and white converse from the closet and I grabbed a spare key for myself and I put it in my purse. I made sure I left one for Tony, too, before I kissed him on the lips and said goodbye.
When I walked outside, a burst of cold air came and hit me in the face. I slipped up my sweater hood and started in the direction of the mall, just until the house was out of sight. When I finally couldn’t see the house, I turned down a side road and started walking to a park. It wasn’t really a park, it was more like a boardwalk at the beach.
It took about half an hour or more to get there, and when I did, the view was breathtaking. I hadn’t been there since I was young, so it was all new to me. I sat on the bench and noticed there was no one there today, when usually the place has a few people walking by, or sitting on benches. I grabbed the blade that was in my pocket and held it in my palm for a few minutes. I twirled it lightly around my fingers for a few minutes before I put it into my purse.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I pulled it out.

From: Tony
are you at the mall yet 

To: Tony
yeah i got here a few minutes ago

From: Tony:
okay well me and vic are just getting to Escondido now, so we should be back soon

To: Tony
okay haha

I slipped my headphones out of my sweater pocket and put them in. I started listening to music and I didn`t honestly care if it was loud because I was too cold to care. I slipped my hands into my pockets and just sat there watching the waves.
I heard someone sit next to me so I pulled out my headphones and turned a bit. I flashed a smile and they did the same back. I slipped one headphone back in.
“By the looks of the way you’re looking at those waves, I could say you’re in love with someone and thinking about them right now,” The lady said.
“Yeah, I am,” I nodded, looking down. I turned off my music and pulled out my headphones and held them in my cold hands. “I am,”
“I know.” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes when you stare at the waves. You’re in awe, because you think they’re just as beautiful as the one you love.”My smile grew and I let out a little laugh. “When I was your age, I would sit her all the time and do just like you are; I would just stare when I needed to get something off my mind,” We both turned to look straight. “I was in love; I still am, actually,” I turned to look at her. She was smiling sadly towards the ocean. “I’m Marlene, by the way,”
“That’s beautiful,” I said quietly. “And I don’t know why I came here, to be honest. I guess I did just need something to get my thoughts out of my head, even if it was just for a while. Olivia,”
“Love is a beautiful thing, especially when you are with the ones you love. It makes you feel that little dripping of hope even if it’s barely there. My husband, Frank, died six years ago from lung cancer. We had been married for thirty. Six months before our thirty-first anniversary, he was told that he was going to die.” She pressed her lips into a fine line. “A week before our anniversary, he died.”
“I’m so sorry,” I consoled her. I started thinking about what would happen if the people I loved, died, and I felt my eyes start to well up with tears.
“Don’t be,” She turned and smiled at me. “I try to think of it as his way of getting away from the pain of which we call life. He was in so much pain every single day. He hadn’t left the hospital in weeks and he was bed ridden. When he died, I was there with him. It hurt, yes, but he was in pain and he needed to be let out from it.”
“About a month ago, I found out I was pregnant. Three days ago, I unintentionally almost killed myself. I was in the hospital for two days because I nearly bled to death and I was only just let out this morning. I had to get 138 stitches. I’m not even supposed to be alone; I lied to him about it.” I looked down, biting my lip. “I told him I was going to the mall with my friend, but she told me she had plans already, so I went for a walk,”
“Well, that’s quite a story.” She said, surprised. “I wish mine was that interesting,”
“Not if you have to live through it,” I whispered, looking down. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket because I had a text from Tony.

From: Tony
what time are you going to be home around? vic just dropped me off

To: Tony
not too long, im leaving in a few minutes

“I have to go, I’m supposed to be back soon,” I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Have fun, sweetie.” I stood up and turned away. “But just remember, things will get better. I’m a psychiatrist, by the way. Here’s my number if you ever want to talk,” She handed me her business card and smiled as I walked away and I felt that little trickle of hope that the lady was talking about.
I slipped my headphones back in and turned my music back on, walking back home. It was around 4 pm when I got home. The door was unlocked and I walked right in.
“I’m back,” I called. “Tony?” I walked further into the house and saw him sitting on the couch. I put my purse on the chair across the room from the couch and I went and sat down beside him but he didn’t move. “What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“When I got home, your house phone was going off and it was Sierra. She wanted to know if you still wanted to hang out. I went to the washroom, and I found this,” He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, tossing it onto the table. It was a shaving blade missing the fourth blade in it. “It wasn’t missing this morning when I went for a shower,”
I felt my face turn white and I felt my throat tighten, like someone was trying to choke me to death. “Oh, that’s w-weird,” I stuttered.
“Where is it, Olivia?” He questioned sternly, turning to look straight at me. I looked down.
“I don’t know,” I spoke, trying to sound confident in my answers but failing.
“Don’t,” he roared. I could tell he was getting angry. “Don’t lie to me. He stood up infront of me. “Where is it?”
“I—“
He cut me off. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where it is,” I felt my eyes fill with tears and I looked to the side, hoping he wouldn’t see.
“It’s in my purse,” I whispered, my voice cracking in different places.
He took two long strides across the room, grabbing the purse harshly and digging through it. I didn’t bother watching though. I just kept looking down, in different directions to draw my attention away. I noticed he stopped digging through and I looked up and saw him holding it in his hand.
“Why did you lie about hanging out with Sierra?”
I didn’t answer, I just shrugged, pulling my legs up so they were against my chest.
“Did you use it?” He asked, turning back towards me.
“No,” I answered, still looking down.
“Are you lying?”
“No,” I yelled more sternly, raising my voice to prove my point.
“Show me your arms and legs.” He looked me straight in the eye.
“You don’t t-rust me,” I whispered.
“Snow me your arms and legs,” He repeated.
Uncomfortably standing up, I slipped off my skirt, and then my tights. I unzipped my sweater and slipped it off so that I was standing in front of him in just my underwear and a tank top.
“Can I put my clothes back on?” I whispered, crossing my arms over my stomach shamefully.
He stepped towards me and then wrapped his arms around me. I felt myself bury my head into his chest, and I felt tears stream down my face.
“Don’t cry,” He whispered. “I’m sorry,”
“Y-you don’t trust me,” I stuttered through tears.
“I just wanted to be sure,” He hushed me, reapeating “I’m sorry,” and “Don’t cry,” over and over again. When he let go of me, I reached down to pick up all my clothes. I turned around and quickly went upstairs to my room and threw my clothes onto the floor. I slipped on a pajama set and laid down in my bed.
I felt myself slowly shake with tears, and I didn’t head Tony coming upstairs so I didn’t fight them and I ended up crying myself to sleep.
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I heard my bedroom door open, slowly, creaking from the movement. I felt the end of my side of the bed weigh down. I wanted to open my eyes to see who it was but I didn’t want to know at the same time.
“Olivia,” I heard Tony’s voice buzz.
“I’m sleeping,” I croaked, my voice sounding tired and weak.
“I know you’re not... Please talk to me,” He ran his hand over my cheek. I shifted so that I was laying on the other side, facing his side of the bed.
“I’m trying to sleep,” I groaned.
“I’m sorry,” He repeated again from earlier.
I sat up quickly. “You didn’t trust me,” I cried, letting go of the tears I didn’t know I was holding. “You didn’t trust me when I told you the truth,” I quickly wiped both of my eyes with my wrists. “How do you think that makes me feel?” He didn’t say anything. “It makes me feel worse than shit. And I already felt like shit and now I don’t even know how to describe how terrible I’m feeling,”
“I just wanted to be sure; I wanted to make sure you were okay and safe,”
“I’m fine, okay?” I spat, throwing my arms out. “What else do you want me to do?”
“Fuck, Olivia, I’m supposed to be with you 24/7, and the first day you’re out of the hospital, you lied to me about where you were!”
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that enough? What else am I supposed to fucking say?”
“Tell me how you feel! You keep all your emotions inside and when someone asks you, you put up a wall and you hide behind it! I’m just trying to help!”
“You want to know how I feel?” I lowered my voice. “I feel stupid. I feel terrible about lying but all I even did was go for a walk! I went and sat near San Diego bay for a while to get away from people! I wanted to be alone for a bit without having everyone breathing down my fucking neck!” I ran my hands through my hair, pulling at the ends. “I feel like no one can trust me because I made one stupid mistake that, yes, could have costed my life! I feel so stupid right now, because I’m getting upset that you care, but I’m so fucking mad at the same time because you wouldn’t trust me! I hate this! I hate this so fucking much!”
“I trust you, I just wanted to be sure!” He threw his arms up. “I just wanted to be sure! I’m sorry if it seems like I’m breathing down your neck and I’m sorry it seems like I don’t trust you, I just don’t want to lose you--I can’t lose you,” he put his arms back down at his sides.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered “I didn’t want to hurt you with what I did, I don’t even completely know why I did it and—“
Without warning, he launched himself towards me, his hands placed on either side of my face and his lips attacking mine. My lips instantly kissed back and I put my hands on his shoulder and neck.
He pulled away, his forehead against mine. My eyes were still closed when he said, “I can’t lose you,”
“You won’t,” I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking back at me. “I promise,”

Notes

Sorry guys! This would have been up last night instead of noon right now, but the site wasn't loading for me and when I asked my friend to check hers, it wasn't working for her either.
But it's working now, and here's part 4!

I'm aiming for chapter 5 to be up tomorrow sometime hopefully! I have it finished, it's written, I have to edit, and then I'll post it tomorrow! :)

Enjoy !!