Finding You

Oliver had been here for four days so far. Tyler wanted to get to know him, so they both took a taxi to a near by club to hang out and have a few drinks.

Marley and I were both sitting on the couch, in just our underwear and a tank top. We decided to have just a movie night since the boys were out because we haven't done anything together, alone, in a while.

I laughed as Marley chucked a piece of popcorn my way, it landing in my hair. As soon as I was ready to retaliate, the front door opened, revealing a giggling Tyler and Oliver. Tyler ran over, picking Marley up bridal style, twirling her around and around, her laughter filling the room.

"Stop it!" She giggled, her arms around his neck tight for dear life. I laughed at the two and looked over at Oliver, who sat down on the opposite couch, giggling. I rolled my eyes, moving to sit by him.

"What are you laughing at, Oli?" I chuckled, pushing his hair out of his face so I could see his eyes. He looked up at me and eyed me over, his smile fading from his face. He shot up, pulling me by my arm to my room. He pushed me inside, closing the door after him.

"What the fuck are yeh thinkin', prancin' around here like that?! There's another guy in the house, Elle!" He stared at me angrily, but I could tell he was drunk. He'd never talked to me like that. I knew he never would without liquid courage.

"Oli, he's gay...." I simply responded, turning toward my dresser to find some shorts. He grabbed my arm, turning me back around, roughly backing me up into the dresser, I whimpered in pain quietly, doing my best to move him back, but nothing worked.

"I don't care, yeh makin' yehself look like a whore. If we lived together, alone, it wouldn't matter, but there's another guy here. Not everyone knows he's gay!" he snapped, letting me go. I rubbed what I could of my back, trying to soothe the pain.

"Pretty much everyone we know knows he is gay. And we never let people in here we don't know. Chill out." My voice was quiet, but I knew he heard me. He picked up a glass vase filled with flowers on a small table in the corner, chucking it at the wall behind me. I knew he wasn't aiming for me in the first place, but I still ducked and screamed when it hit the wall.

"I don't fuckin' care! Meh girlfriend isn't goin' teh walk around lookin' like a slut, Noelle!" He hit the wall, making a decent sized hole in it. I sat down on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. He mumbled something I couldn't understand, stripping himself on his walk toward the bathroom connected to my room. I waited a few minutes after he slammed the door to get up and clean the mess. After that, I got on some shorts and laid down, letting my thoughts overwhelm me.

Never in our days of knowing each other had he ever been so cruel toward me. I've never witnessed him being so angry toward anyone, either. Oliver was always nice and caring when I was around. Then again, this was the first time I've seen him drunk.

About twenty minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a wet Oliver in just his boxers. He quickly towel dried his hair, laying it on the bathroom sink after. He cut the light off then walked out and laid down on the bed with his back to me. He muttered a quick "goodnight" before silence overtook the whole apartment.