Stay with me

Chapter Twenty

“And if they knock you to your knees,

pull the rug out from under them.”

—Oliver Masters

IT WAS LATE October, with the holidays right around the corner. At Dolor, there was no going home for Christmas because they treated this as more of a prison sentence than a university. We hadn’t celebrated the holidays at home, anyhow, until Diane came along.

My father had started dating her around Thanksgiving. He’d cooked an entire meal for the first time in years, only to hide how dysfunctional we were. It had all been a façade. Same when Christmas came around. I’d laughed at him as I’d stood on the stairs while he dragged the tree into the house under his arm. What I’d never realized, until now, was how he’d only wanted to share those holidays with someone who was excited for them. When it had been only us two, I’d never bothered to care.

“Your dad coming in for Christmas?” Jake asked as we waited in line for lunch. I reached over my tray for a banana and my shirt slid across a heap of ketchup.

“Shit,” I moaned, looking down at Ollie’s shirt I was wearing. Not only would the ketchup stain, but now I had to wear my own clothes. “That’s a major negative. My dad doesn’t do well on planes, anyway. I couldn’t imagine him on a flight longer than two hours.”

Blowing out a breath, I dipped my napkin in my water to try to blot the ketchup off, only to find it spreading into a larger stain. I growled as Jake rambled on about Parents Day.

“My mum and dad are coming, possibly my brother and sisters, too. You’re more than welcome to join us for lunch off campus. I know Alicia’s coming since hers won’t be able to make it.”

Giving up on the shirt, I moved up the lunch line. The possibility to leave this place for an entire day sounded out of reach, like a dream meant to stay in a subconscious. But, I genuinely didn’t believe my father would make it, or if he even knew about it. Once a week, I had an opportunity to call him, but never did.

There was an awkwardness between Jake and me since I’d revealed my past in group therapy. People tip-toed around me like I was going to snap at any moment, scared I would lash out from a single noise directed at me. Jake made an effort to keep our conversation light. I knew he had so much his nosy-self wanted to ask, but was afraid of how to go about it.

“Apple?” he asked

I slammed my tray down. “Stop, this Jake.”

“Stop what?”

“Ever since I told the truth about my past, you’ve been different around me. I can’t take it.”

“Don’t take your ketchup mishap out on me, woman. I’m not acting different. It’s all in your head.” He patted the top of my head with raised brows. “We can talk about Parents Day another time, but seriously … do you want an apple or no?” His smirk grew, and I took the apple from him and dropped it on my tray. “I think we’re due for a get-together tonight. You need to take some edge off. What do you say?”

“No, Ollie won’t have it, and you know it.”

“Mia, Mia, Mia.” Jake shook his head. “I’m talking about in my room.”

I coughed out a laugh.

“What? I’m serious.” Jake placed his juice on the tray.

“I’m down,” Liam interjected, coming up behind me and bumping my shoulder with his. “It’s been a while since we got together, Mia. What do you say we have some fun tonight, yeah?”

My gaze dashed back and forth from Liam to Jake, and Jake flattened his lips together in a thin hard line.

“So, you guys hang out all of a sudden? Since when did this start happening?”

“Since you and Ollie went off in your own ‘Ollie and Mia world.’ You guys coupled up, and now you’re gayer than me.”

I dipped my head back at his accusations. Completely true accusations, but still. “Not true. No one could be gayer than you, for starters, and Ollie and I are not together like that.” We were, a thousand percent, but we still couldn’t have anyone know.

“Here we go again, you making light of your relationship ….” Jake trailed off.

“Wait, so you and Ollie aren’t together?” Liam asked, confused.

“No. Definitely not together …” It pained me saying the words out loud.

“Then it’s settled. You come to Jake’s, then,” Liam said, then grabbed my ass and whispered, “Make sure you’re ready for me, darling.”

I pushed him off me with my shoulder, and he quickly released me before turning and strolling away.

Ollie was in viewing distance in his normal seat. I looked over my shoulder to see him, eyes blazing, jaw ticking, and leaning over the table on the brink of pouncing. Returning my attention in front of me, I let out a drawn-out exhale and said to Jake, “I can’t believe I ever had sex with Liam.”

After lifting my tray, I walked away from Jake, irritated, and sat across from Zeke in my usual spot.

“I’m going to kill him,” Ollie said, climbing into the seat next to me. I pressed my fork in the direction of Zeke who sat in a trance, eyes fixed in front of him. “Right … hey, mate.” Ollie flashed Zeke a smile before turning back to me. “He’s dead, Mia. I can’t stand this shit anymore. You think I fancy seeing you being groped right in front of me?”

“You know what will happen once everyone finds out.” And it was true. Ollie had told me what happened last year between Thomas and Livy. Once everyone had found out they were together, the claws came out, and it was everyone’s main agenda to tear them apart whichever way they could. Life at Dolor was pretty dull, for the most part, so anytime there was a hint of a challenge, people would take it and run with it, beat it to the ground until there was nothing left. No one here wanted to see the next person happy.

Ollie ran his palm up his forehead and through his hair. “Don’t let him touch you again. You let it slip, he’ll keep doing it. I’m trying hard to stay away, but if you don’t do anything about it, I will.”

There was a pause in the air between us, the kind where a conversation could go one of two ways. The pause sat there, teetering back and forth on the highest point of a mountain, and I noticed the debating across Ollie’s face. “Shit. I’m sorry … I sound like a fucking prick, yeah? I swear it’s not me staking a claim on you, it’s everything you’ve been thro—

“Ollie.” I grabbed his empty hand on his lap underneath the table and gave it a small squeeze. “It happened so fast, but there won’t be a next time …” I flashed him a small smile to try to ease his troubled mind.

But in truth, he was right.

Though Oscar had strangled me with threats, I still hadn’t done anything about it, which only made that situation worse. Hearing Ollie say he would handle Liam only made me scared of him finding out how Oscar, the ex-trainee turned security guard, was tormenting me. Certain Ollie would do something to send himself to prison. I knew I was hiding the situation only to protect him.

“Jake is expecting me at his place tonight,” I said, changing the subject. “Apparently, he’s throwing parties now—one’s that Liam attend. They cornered me, and I didn’t know what else to say. Will you go with me?”

“Bloody hell.” Ollie rolled his eyes. “You think I’m letting you walk into a den of hungry wolves? Of course, I’m going with you.” Ollie’s smile reappeared. He looked over at Zeke, who had his eyes glued to the tray in front of him before he turned back to me. “Close your eyes, love.”

Every time Ollie asked me to close my eyes, my heart skipped against my ribcage. It was the little sacred moments in crowded rooms when he couldn’t give me the affection he wanted but still tried to make it known how he felt before separating from me.