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

Chapter 93 - Our Words As Frail As Paper

Oli's POV

I sat outside on the steps, the bottle of tequila in my hand was almost empty and my mind was beginning to feel calm. My hands shook and my vision was fading. Mumbling words to myself to keep myself entertained out here, the only thing I could think of was her. Her soft hair and her gentle hands. I could drive to the center and take her back, if I wasn't so drunk.

A breeze was swaying the trees in front of me. I could hear footsteps gradually walking up to the door, and the sound of it opening. I tried to hide the bottle in my lap, and cover up how drunk I was by resting my head gently forward.

"Oli. You can't do this to yourself." Anthony whispered, placing his hand on my should and sitting down beside me.

"Yeah, well... The kids are in bed. Who cares?" I tried to speak back to him, even though he was right about it.

He shrugged. "I think the hangover in the morning is going to care. Give me that." He put his hand out and waited for me to pass him the bottle.

I shut my eyes and shook my head at him, grasping it tightly and attempting to stand up. I wobbled slightly and he pushed me back down.

"You can barely walk. That's enough. Give it here." He said, snatching it from my hand.

"Fuck." I said, feeling like a child. "Why are you doing this?"

He looked miserably at me. "I petty you. Two kids and a wife that needs your help. But you want to sit outside and drink all night? No wonder you're sad. You can't even help yourself."

I looked at the grass for a few stone cold seconds. My hands quivering, I grabbed the railing and got up fast, leaving him there to sit on his own. How dare he say that to me. He blamed this all on me. I staggered up the stairs and slammed into the bed.

I didn't want any of this to happen. I didn't want to break up with SJ, but I did. I didn't want to fall in love with Rain, but I fucking did. I didn't mean to get SJ pregnant, but it happened. I didn't want SJ to die, leaving me helpless with a little kid. Everything had spiraled out of my hands. I felt jealous of Rain for getting help. It looked like I needed it as well.

I could see a tiny shadow moving outside the door. I sat up and waited a few moments, before Sienna stumbled inside my room.

"Daddy?" She whispered, her big blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. She walked a few more tiny steps closer to my bed, before pulling her blanket up to her face and sucking on her thumb.

I'd forgotten about those eyes. As beautiful as her mothers. The eyes I couldn't bring myself to look at, or else I would get lost in them. And those tiny hands. As delicate as her mothers, reminding me why I fell for her. I looked at the adorable child we had managed to make together, and a tear could have swelled up in my eye.

"Yes baby?" A smile started to shoot up my face.

"Mommy used to scare away the things that I couldn't see. But she's not here anymore." She rubbed her cheek gently and starred blankly at me.

"Come here." I said, jumping out of bed and scooping her up in my arms. She wrapped herself around me, resting her tiny chin on my shoulder. "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" I felt her nodding against me. "I'll keep the things you can't see away from you."

Tucking her up in my bed beside me, I felt thankful for her presence. I think I was feeling more comforted by her than she was by me. Climbing back under the covers of my bed, I gripped onto her hand as I laid down, watching her tiny eyes close against my chest.

Notes

Ahh more feels </3

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