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Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Chapter 38 - What An Awful Mess I Have Made

Oli's POV

She was sat across from me at the table. Her foot shook against the wood floor and she gently rocked Hanley, without taking her eyes off me. She had refused to speak to me since we had gotten home.

"What is it? Look, I can't help what I do. It kills me as well. I'm not heartless." I said.

She starred at me, her expression did not change and she said nothing in return to me.

"Please talk to me." I said.

Her head slowly shook in disapproval. She was so stubborn.

"I take care of you. And I take care of Hanley. I do have a soul. Please." I begged.

She continued to be stubborn and gently got up to put Hanley in his crib.

"Fine. Be like that." I said, yanking myself up and slamming the chair under the table. "But you know it's not my fault."

She walked away and upstairs, leaving me alone with Hanley and the cruel, dark silence. I just wanted her to understand what I had to do, I didn't want her to become angry at me for it. But I brushed it off, because our relationship was going down hill anyway.

Somebody knocked at the door. My ears pricked up as I wondered who the hell it could be. I walked over there swiftly and threw the door open, allowing the visitor to see my full drooping frown.

The visitor had one arm of tattoos, and the other left perfectly blank. He was tall and had a short cut, with his hair slightly gelled up. His face seemed to be very harsh on his features and his jaw bone was very distinct to me.

"Who the hell are you?" I said, still seriously pissed off with Rain.

"My names Austin." He said.

Notes

Introducing: Austin Carlile :) SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING ;___;

Comments

Quality read, I love this story so much, can you check out my new story please? I'd appreciate it and wanna collab

Anyone who is reading this, I'm actually the writer of this story, I just deleted my tumblr account that was linked to this a while ago. I wrote this years and years ago, and I think it's pretty poorly written at the start, so apologies lmao. But anyway, I made a new account, I'm older now so my writing has gotten better, I'm taking English as an A level too so everything is good. I'm in the process of writing something new, but I'm totally annoyed with the lack of views it's getting. It's got a kind of similar story involving drugs and pregnancy and stuff so check it out? <3 Its called "On The Vacant Canvas, We Should Be Waiting", and I've based some parts of the story ie. drugs and fights etc. on experiences that actually happened to me and my friends so it's quite a personal story, as I think it should be.

@SparklyRainbows
Thankyou so much, I've been really good lately, and I hope that you can be too, and I'm glad you're enjoying it :) You better stay awesome too, hun <3

I just want to let you know, I stated until 6:03 in the morning, reading the ever loving fuck out of this. This story is amazin . First of all, this story spans over years, not months or days like most storie . Second of all, I have a real connection with both Oli and Rain (which is one of the character names in my story, too!!!). I struggle with self harm, alcohol, and drug abuse, and this chapter really connected with me especially. Whatever you're going through, I've never met you, but I believe in you. I'm proud that you're five (or more) days sober, and you definitely better keep it up. You're a strong person, and it's really awesome that you're doing good and writing an amazing story while you're at. Stay beautiful my lovely creature!!

I really felt the connection in this chapter with the Alcohol abuse. I really liked this update, a lot x