Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!-Chapter 143: Please Stay
**OLIVER WEST**
Everything hurt: my head, my swollen eyelids, and my chest, which felt like it had been dug through. But somehow, I felt warm. The cold air of the large living room was no longer biting into my skin like it did last night.
Last night. I’d confronted Kieran, but to think I needed buzz in my system to say the words that needed to be told made me feel even more pathetic.
My eyes hurt as I slowly opened them, and a groan left my mouth as I clutched my skull that felt like it was being pierced by needles.
I was on the large couch. That’s right, I left last night, because I needed somewhere away from Kieran.
Something warm pressed against my side. I turned my head slowly, afraid of making the pounding worse. What I saw made my heart clench and my stomach dropped.
Kieran was there, barely hanging on to the small space left on the couch. Now that I turned, his face was close. Too close.
He looked peaceful and annoyance slowly stirred in my chest, it started gradually and then I felt like I would explode from it. How dare he come here, and sleep like he wasn’t the cause of my swollen eyes and aching heart?
I shoved at his chest, but I used more strength than necessary, and we both ended up tumbling off the couch. Kieran hit the floor first with a thud. I landed half on top of him.
"Ollie..." He was already sitting up, his hands reaching for my head. "Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?"
His fingers were gentle, checking for bumps or cuts. Like he actually cared.
Tears burned in my eyes and threatened to spill once again. No, he didn’t actually care, because he probably didn’t see me as a person with feelings, to him, I might just be his favourite toy to mess around with. Toys didn’t have emotions and the owners did whatever they want. Maybe this was exactly what I meant to Kieran.
"Where are you hurt?" Kieran’s voice got more urgent. "Oliver, tell me where—"
I scrambled backwards and put as much distance between us as I could.
"We’re already over." My voice came out hoarse. "I’m leaving today."
I couldn’t stay here any longer, not after what I knew. My stomach felt sick even now.
I started to turn away but his voice stopped me.
"You don’t have anywhere to go!"
The words hit me like a slap and my anger completely boiled over. I spun back around and matched towards him to shove both hands against his chest.
"And why is that? That’s because you destroyed my house!" I screamed. The house my Mom had worked so hard to hold together, and she and Pumpkin had to go be guests in other people’s houses.
My hands fisted in his shirt. Tears were running down my face but I didn’t care.
"How could you?" My voice broke. "You said you loved me. How can you love someone you hurt? How can you be so selfish? Don’t you have even the slightest bit of respect for me at least?"
Kieran didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what I was hoping he would say, but he should fucking speak, because I didn’t know what else to do with the pent of emotions that ripped through me like a storm.
"Say something!" I sobbed, shaking him. "Kieran, say something! Tell me I’m wrong!"
Even now, some stupid part of me was hoping. Waiting for him to laugh and say it was all a misunderstanding. That he would never do something as scary as destroying my house simply because he wanted me to depend this much on him.
Who knew, if he said that, I might even believe him. Even if it was a lie. Because I was that much of a fool. Somehow, even when I hadn’t wanted to, I ended up being overly dependent on him.
"You’re not saying anything." My grip on his shirt loosened. "You’re not denying it."
"I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you." He whispered, his hands came up to cradle the back of my neck. Gently. But his words were completely absurd. He meant to hurt me and he did.
"You played me like a fool. That’s fine. Maybe I am stupid. But my family?" My voice rose. "My mom was so scared. Pumpkin had to go live with our aunt whom she doesn’t even like. She was all stressed going to the police and all, she has to work extra shifts while living with someone else, who knows how inadequate she may feel about herself!"
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "I don’t care if I have nowhere to go. I won’t stay here like some charity case."
Kieran reached for me but I shoved him away once again. Another memory struck me, how could I even forget about it?
I whirled around to Kieran once again to see his hurtful look. Yeah, I was the only one who was hurt here, he could stop acting like I was harming him.
"And Xander!" The words left my barely parted lips. "Why did you do that? Making him come early so he’d see us?"
Kieran stared at me, he didn’t deny it.
My fist clenched. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to make him hurt like I was hurting.
But I couldn’t do it. My hand just stayed there in the air, shaking.
I hated myself for it. For being so weak. "What else did you do that I don’t know about? I’m such a fool, it was fun for you," I laughed and it was empty and ugly.
"Let’s just go our separate ways." I dropped my hand and turned away. "It’s better this way."
I ran upstairs to his room, while my shattered heart felt like it was being broken into tinier pieces all over again.
It hurts.
So much.
In his room, I pulled my suitcase from the closet and started throwing my clothes in without folding them. The sound of heavy footsteps greeted my ears and soon Kieran filled up the doorway.
"You can’t leave!"
Kieran’s voice came from the doorway. Loud. Almost a scream.
I kept packing.
"Oliver, please." His footsteps came closer. "Please don’t do this. I’m begging you. Don’t leave me." His arms wrapped around me from behind as I zipped the suitcase shut.
"I’ll do anything." His voice was too close to my ears. "Anything you want. Just don’t go. You’re scaring me, please don’t leave," His gaze turned manic in a way I hadn’t seen, his arms tightened until I almost felt my ribs crack.
+it’s all about the house, I’ll get your family a new one, a better one, I’ll..."
There was a loud crash when I suddenly pushed him away from me. How could he still speak like this, it wasn’t about his money, to think that he even thought that it would solve anything.
"You’re truly hopeless"
I spun around to see that Kieran’s hand had smashed against the night lamp. Had he mistakenly hit himself when I pushed him?
He was bleeding.
And he just stood, with blood dripping from his knuckles onto the carpet below. Why wasn’t he doing anything about it?
"Kieran..." I dropped my suitcase and rushed over.
I grabbed his bleeding hand without thinking. "Why..."
"You promised." His voice was harsh "You promised you wouldn’t leave me, no matter what"
Blood was getting on my hands. On my shirt.
He was crying, tears running down his face while blood dripped from his hand.
"You need to clean this." My own tears were falling again.
He didn’t move and then to my shock and horror, he reached out to grab a large piece of glass from the lamp.
"Ollie, if I get even more hurt, will you care about me again?"
"Kieran!!!" I screamed when he clenched his hand around the sharp, more blood was dripping onto the floor now. Fear made my heart lurch as I grabbed his arm.
"Kieran, let it go! Kieran!" He wasn’t listening and then his lips tilted, how dare he smile when horror drenched my body like rain.
"Look, you still care about me," His other hand cupped my face.
He was scaring me.
"Kieran...Please"
"I can’t lose you too." He whispered in a broken voice "I’ll do anything for you to forgive me, what do I have to do?"
I couldn’t see him through my blurry eyes, and then came the sound of footsteps.
"Kieran? Oliver?"
Mrs Morrison’s voice. She’s standing in the doorway. "What happened?" Her voice was shaky.
She looked at us—at Kieran’s bleeding hand, at our tear-stained faces—and her own tears came. She staggered, clutching the wall for support.
I didn’t know whether to rush to her or stay with Kieran.
"What’s wrong? What happened?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
She opened her mouth. Closed it and opened it again.
"The hospital called." Her voice broke as she looked at Kieran "Your father... Kieran"
