*Oliver*

I clocked out of my shift, heading to my car. I had to pick Tom up from football practice. He had picked it up soon after we moved to LA from Sheffield, and had made a couple of friends, Blake and Cory, who were on the team too. They were good kids, and kept him out of trouble, so I consider them good friends. I waved as the three of them ran over to the car. I ruffled my little brother's hair, receiving a smacking on my hand as he ducked away.
"So, how was practice?" I asked, backing out of the school's lot.
"Pretty good. The cheerleaders were out doing routines and watching us." Cory piped from the backseat.
"Yeah. And Tommy boy here has a thing for little miss virgin, Tiffany Coril." Blake voiced.
"Oh, really now?" I smirked at my younger brother.
"Oh, shove off, Oli." He mumbled, a light pink painting his cheeks. I shook my head and laughed.
"Never. Mum's gonna have a fi' over this." I reminded him, to which he groaned. I pulled up to the house just as our father stormed out, holding his suitcase.
"Fine, ya fuckin' bitch! I'm leavin'!" He threw his bag into the back of his car, climbed in, and drove off. I immediately scrambled out of the car and ran into the house to see our mum crying, a large blackish purple bruise already forming on her small, pale face.
"Mum, wha' happened?" I helped her up and put some ice on her cheek, seeing more bruises and some nasty red marks.
"Me and your father are divorcing, Oli. I was sick of the fightin' and the arguin' and he di'nt take it too well." I felt anger rise up in me at the fact that he had hit her, not really caring about their divorce.
"I'll fuckin' kill 'im!" I growled, clenching my fists to keep from punching a hole in the wall. I walked past Tom, Blake, and Cory, climbing into my car and driving off after my dad. I followed his car to a rest stop before I parked and went up to him. I spun him around and slammed him against the wall of the rest stop, adrenaline from the rage I felt giving me extra strength.
"WHO THE 'ELL DO YOU THIN' YOU ARE, HITTIN' A WOMAN? TELL ME, YA SOR'Y BAS'ARD!" I screamed, pulling him forward and knocking him against the wall. It was about seven thirty, getting darker by the minute, but I was so furious I didn't pay attention to it. I brought my fist up and decked him in the jaw, firing punch after punch to his face and torso. I let up and left him, bloody faced and lying on the cold hard ground in the parking lot. I climbed back into my car and went back home, making sure I cleaned up my hands and then checking on my mum.
"Oliver!" She exclaimed, seeing me enter her room. "Hey mum." I waved kinda awkwardly, the ace wraps on my hands and wrists showing. "Where the 'ell di' you go?" She asked, eying the bandages.
"Taugh' tha' sor'y bitch a lesson." I told her.
"Oli..." She sighed, patting the spot next to her. I sat down and she smiled at me, although it was a sad one.
"So, anyone catch your fancy yet?" She cracked a cheeky grin as I mumbled a 'yes'. "Ooooohh! Tell me who! Boy or girl? Are they cute? Oh, I bet it's-"
"SHHH!" I smiled, blush upon my face as I looked down. "His name is Austin." I felt my lips tingle a little with the memory of his kissing me earlier. My mum smiled at me and I saw that she was happy I had found someone after Hailey basically broke me in half.
"Is he the brown haired boy, real'y tall, big brown eyes?" She asked. I nodded and she smiled like a fool but it faded as she saw the frown on my face. "What's wrong, Oli?" I sighed and pulled my legs in so I was sitting Indian style.
"I've just been a real dick to him, and it just sucks because I don't know if I can show that I like him without being a bigger dick to him and making him hate me." My face fell a little, but I know I can make up for that.
"Maybe he won't, Oli. Just try." Mum patted my hand and I said goodnight, heading up to my room and crawling into bed, immediately falling asleep when my head hit the pillow.