A/N: past events are in italics. Bolds are the ‘voice’ in Oli’s head,

Oli’s P.O.V

“OLIVER SCOTT SYKES! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW.”

I inwardly cringed, after swinging my legs off the side of my make shift bed, my legs slightly buckled under my weight, some of the fresh cuts from last night opening once again. I held on to my dresser for support, somehow I managed to traipse my way down the rickety stair case. I raised my head slightly and my eyes met those of my fathers, they were glassy; as usual, he stood in a hunched manor, one hand occupied around the neck of a bottle of whiskey, and the other holding a lit cigarette.

“What took you so long, boy?”

I let my eyes fall to the floor as I felt him step closer to me, I prepared for the worst and was taken a back when he put a hand under my chin, and tilted my head up; so my eyes met his. He looked disgusted, but he dropped the bottle to the floor which shrieked as it splintered into a million pieces, he stomped his cigarette out and pushed me harshly against the wall. I didn’t make a sound, that usually only made it worse.

“You know you have your mother’s eyes, right?” I didn’t reply, he wasn’t really even asking for an answer. He released me from my spot on the wall, and just as I went to breathe a sigh of relief, I felt him roughly grab me by my hair; I couldn’t suppress the yelp that crawled up my throat as he drug me to his room, and tossed me on the bed like a rag doll. My eyes widened as I felt my ‘father’ literally rip the clothes off of me, no no no no, this WASN’T happening.

Aw poor Oliver, you’re finally getting what you deserve.

“DAD NO! PLEASE NO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, earning a sharp punch in the small of my back, causing my eyes to blur with tears.

“NO DON’T YOU FUCKING CALL ME THAT. YOU AREN'T MY SON!” the older man screamed in my ear, he aggressively pushed himself against me, I sobbed into the comforter, this wasn’t happening, this was just a dream, this wasn’t really happening.

Oh but it is, Oli.

A sudden pain ripped me from my thoughts, and blocked most of the constant voice out of my head, I have never felt a pain like this, and that says a lot. It felt like my body was being severed in half, and I tried to push it aside. I tried to look for an escape, somewhere to retreat within my mind, but with IT laughing and my father screaming into my ears as he... it was too much. A few moments later I felt the man I once called dad, roll off of me, he pulled my hair again and forced me to look into his eyes, I could hardly see through the tears.

“Your fucking pathetic Oliver, good thing you don’t fuck like you act.”

That’s it.

I somehow found the strength to sit up, and before the man next to me could even blink I was on top of him, punching him as hard as I could, over and over and over again until all I saw was his face covered in red. I delivered two more blows, and watched as he slipped into unconsciousness, I quickly climbed off of him and hopped into the shower, which was freezing cold against my skin. I was out in under a minute, and I ran up to my room, ignoring the shooting pain in my legs, and the ache that racketed my whole body.

You can run, but you’ll never escape.

I throw the contents of my room, which wasn’t much, into a small suitcase before trudging back down the stairs and grabbing my ‘fathers’ wallet and taking the 70$ out and tossing it aside. I didn’t look back as my feet hit the side walk, carrying me to the nearest bus station, I darted inside the small phone booth and dialed Matt’s number.

“Oli? Oli?”

“OLI!”

I sat up abruptly in the small bunk, successfully hitting my head on the rails above it, “Ow,” I muttered, relaxing back into my bed, I felt Austin climb in next to me and drape an arm around my stomach before laying his head in my chest.

“You were having a bad dream again, weren’t you?” he asked quietly, I nodded slowly, recalling the vivid dream of the past events, he pulled me closer. Austin never pressured me into telling him about the night mares, I guess he figured that if I wanted to talk about them, I would; but I could never bring myself to tell him those things.

“Tom, and the guys went to go shopping, I was going to but you looked so cute and I didn’t want to wake you up.” He leaned up enough to kiss my cheek, and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my lips.

“ya ‘n’t have to do that, love.” I replied quietly, he chuckled.

“But I wanted too, and in the morning your accent is really thick, and quite frankly…I don’t like to miss out on that.” He laughed again as my cheeks heated up, no matter how much time we spent together, he never failed to make blush like mad. I found my mind going astray as I relaxed into his embrace.

After Tom had reappeared, after 5 years, I was thrilled, but as he slowly relayed the last years to me; I couldn’t fight the worry pitting in my stomach. He had explained that he got into drugs, and ended up in a huge amount of debt and owes a guy roughly 60k. How he ended up that far in debt was beyond me, but he was terrified by the fact that this man had placed a threat on his life, not only that; but he had been mugged weeks prior to our meeting up again, they had told him to have the money in 3 months, or he was goner.

Needless to say, I wasn’t going to let that happen, Austin volunteered to sell his cars to pay the guy off, but both Tom and I were quick to decline. We would come up with it somehow, but taking that much from my boyfriend was out of the question. He didn’t seem to thrilled once we told him that, but he hasn’t pushed the issue, its been close to 2 months now, were somewhere in Nevada on tour, and so far nothing has happened worth mentioning.

I’m not scared for myself, I knew things I shouldn’t, that was for sure; but Austin WAS a hit man, and once your that; even though you can change your ways, you never lose that skill set. Its sad to say that I was slightly relying on Austin for protection at this point, but I had to watch out for Tom, and I knew he would look out for me…but who will look out for him?

“Babe…are you okay?” Austin’s concerned voice snapped me back into reality, I looked down at him; he looked exhausted from the long hours on the road and the late night gigs we had been playing, I tilted my head slightly and leant down to press my lips to his. I could always feel the fire works explode in my head, he kissed me back gently and I smiled into his lips, I pulled him closer to me, and he gasped slightly. I took full advantage of that fact, and pressed my tongue into his mouth, he moaned slightly and clung closer to me, fighting me for dominance, I knew I could never win that fight, so I let him take control. He rolled us over so I was on top of him, I felt his hands wander to my back and play with the hem of my shirt, I froze. Thoughts of that night popped into my head, and as I opened my eyes, all I could see was his face. I screamed harshly, and tumbled off the bunk, backing myself up so I could rest my back on the adjacent bunk, I brought my knees to my chest, and rocked back and forth. Images of that night popping in my head, my head down in the sheets, the blood that soaked them, the way he looked at me once he was…”NO STOP!” I let it all out in once raspy yell, closing my eyes, and sobbing softly into my knees. This was just a hallucination, this wasn’t real.

“Oli! Baby I-I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong? No please don’t cry…baby…” I vaguely heard Austin’s frantic voice echo next to me, I felt arms snake around me, but I slapped them away.

“NO STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

I couldn’t erase the images from my mind, it was the first time in almost 2 years I thought about it, I didn’t want to believe that it had happened, but now it was just too real. I heard a loud sets of foot steps coming up the stairs, I peeked up through my fringe, and saw Austin sitting on the ground on his knees, looking confused but anguish was written on his face, Nicholls, and Tom stood by the door, Tom looked confused as well, but Matt looked ...angry.

“Get the fuck away from him Carlile!" he hissed, pushing Austin so hard his back hit the floor, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?”

Tom was by my side in an instant, clinging to my side and muttering “It’s okay Ols.” Over and over again, it hit me. I hadn’t been in here with my ‘father’ it was Austin…I yelled at Austin, and now Matt…

“Matt! Stop! He didn’t do anything, I was just having a bad dream and I woke up and freaked out! Don’t hurt him!” I called to him, Matt’s fist hovered inches away from Austin's face, which was contorted in disbelief. Sighing, I kissed Tom on the top of his head, before standing on shaky legs, and making my way to Austin. I dropped to my knees, and brought him into my chest, he was like a statue, completely frozen. I could feel Matt and Tom eying me, but I was more concerned with what I had just done.

“I’m sorry Austie, please don’t hate me…I’m sorry.” I sobbed slightly into his hair, and then felt him wrap his arms around me, he was shaking horribly. I cursed myself slightly, wasn’t this all just working out wonderfully?

Notes

Well im back.
this will be a much darker, more twisted setting then DSIBOD, cause its a glimpse in their pasts, I dont know if anyone actually reads this...but Im going through a lot right now, and ill try to post as often as i can, but im not really in a good place right now guys. so please dont hate me if it takes me a bit to post stuff...
i love you all, and im sorry that this is so short.

xoxo
siren