Chapter Twenty Four - Talking
Milo's P.O.V -
They allowed me to come home on the fourth of November which disappointed me since it meant I couldn't see Bella as much but she got to go home a day after me.
My mum was given instructions on how to keep my stitches clean and she was given a lot of pain meds to give me each day, they made me slightly drowsy but I didn't mind because it helped me forget everything that happened.
I've felt a lot better since they put me back on my antidepressants and ADHD medication. I had some dark thoughts for a few days but I think things have got better. I was no longer having dark thoughts or putting myself down every other minute, but I still felt down about the whole situation and wanted to be alone.
I was talking more although not as much as I used to, but everyone seems satisfied with it at the moment. I wasn't sure whether it was because I was back on my antidepressants or if it was because I was home, maybe it's both.
I hadn't seem Lincoln or Wyatt since I came home three days ago and I suspected that it was because my mum wouldn't let them into the house. Sometimes the doorbell would ring and my mum would go to see who it was then no one would come in and she was never able to give me a good explanation for it. Lucy slept over for the first two nights but last night her parents made her stay home.
She wasn't around during the day because she still had school to go to, I hoped that Lincoln and Wyatt had started to go back there as well since they just had two weeks off.
"Milo you've got a guest." My mum opened the door to let Oliver step in.
I hadn't seen him since his dad showed him Bella and I in the basement. He waited for my mum to leave before lifting his gaze from the floor to look at me, tears streamed down his face.
"I'm so sorry." He cried not moving.
I stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Nothing that happened is your fault." I told him truthfully.
He shook his head walking over and sitting on the end of my bed.
"How can you say that?" He asked looking at my cast. "My dad did this to you."
I sat up. "And you're not you're father." Nor am I mine.
He nodded slight moving so that he was laying on the bed beside me.
"What's you're home situation at the moment?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"Well my mum and I are kind of pretending the situation never happened. All the photos of my father are taken down and we don't mention him." He shrugged although there was a frown on his face.
I could tell Oliver was trying not to seem sad about the whole situation with his dad, he didn't want to be upset because his dad was an awful person but when it came to it he was still Oliver's dad. He was still the one who raised him and cared for him. It's not like Oliver and him were ever very close but it didn't mean they didn't love each other.
I could relate to Oliver's situation with his dad more than anyone knew.
I understood why he felt guilty, I felt guilty about what my dad did to Bella. Part of me still feels that way but I remind myself that I had no part in what he did, nor did I condone it in any way.
Oliver and I watched a movie before he left saying his mum wanted him home for dinner so they could play happy families.
My mum came in to check my stitches to ensure they hadn't become infected when the doorbell rang.
"If that's Lincoln or Wyatt can you please let them in?" I pleaded.
She sighed before nodding and going to see who it was, a few moments later Lincoln walked in with a large smile on his face.
"Finally." He said as soon as he walked in. "For a minute there I thought your mum would never let me in."
"I told her to let you in." I mumbled.
He seemed surprised that I had spoken, after all he hadn't been around when I properly started to say more than yes or no.
He snapped out of his daze for a moment but I noticed his smile widen. "So how have you been the last couple days?"
I just shrugged in reply not having any words to describe how I'm feeling.
He nodded. "Why are you shirtless?"
I looked down at my bruised cut torso only now remembering that I was topless.
"My mum was checking my stitches." I told him reaching to get my top.
"Did she finish?" He asked. I shook my head. "Do you want me to check them?"
I did not want Lincoln closely analyzing the cuts on me, I was self conscious enough before all of this. I shook my head again pulling on the shirt.
"My mum can do it later." I muttered.
He shifted from foot to foot with his hands in his pocket, he would open his mouth and then close it again like he as bout to tell me something.
"I thought I was the one who wasn't talking not you." I said dryly.
"It's just that I have questions to ask but I'm not sure if you're ready to talk about what happened." He explained.
I thought for a moment. Was I ready? Probably not.
"What are the questions? I might not answer them though." I spoke quietly, now nervous.
"There's only two." He said walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, he took my hand in his. "I know what they did to my mum but I don't know the forms or abuse they inflicted on you."
Well that wasn't exactly a question but I still knew what he was asking. I could answer this I told myself.
"They did nothing sexual to me." I told him watching as his face changed from uncomfortable to relieved. "They threatened to, and they made me watch and listen but they did nothing to me."
He nodded squeezing my hand. "You have no idea how relieved I am." He confessed.
I could imagine, it was probably the same kind of relief I felt when they decided to beat me instead of raping Bella for three days in a row.
"The second thing is about something Oliver's dad said to me." Lincoln started. "He told me that there was someone else involved, another hunter. He said that you knew who it was, can you tell me?"
He was talking about my dad. I didn't want Lincoln to kill my dad so I wasn't sure what to do, so I shook my head.
"No?" He asked. "No you don't know or no you don't want to tell me?"
"The second." I whispered.
"That's okay." He reassured me. "I can figure it out."
"I don't want you to." I watched his surprised expression.
"Milo." He sighed. "I have to find who did this to you, to my mum."
"Just not yet." I begged. "Please."
He locked on my watery eyes before nodding slowly. "Okay, I promise."
Lincoln watched me with confusion and concern, he wanted to ask more questions but he didn't want to upset me.
"How's your mum?" I asked to change the subject.
A small smile spread across his face. "She's doing better, she lets me in the room with her and my dad can even hold her hand sometimes."
"That's great." I nodded.
"She's really happy to hear that you're talking to everyone." Lincoln added. "I'm surprised how much you are talking."
I looked down not sure how to respond to that.
"It's a good thing." He reassured me.
"Can you lay with me?" I asked him.
"Of course." He told me.
He moved from the edge of the bed sliding beneath the duvet so that he was lying beside me. He lifted his arm to wrap it around my waist but stopped suddenly before placing it back down.
I looked at him confused, did he not want to hug me?
"I just don't want to hurt you, I know you have a lot of injuries to your stomach." He explained.
I nodded moving so that my head was rested on his chest, I wrapped my arm over his torso letting my hand run up and down his side.
He lifted his hand to play with my hair which helped me to drift asleep.
***
When I woke up we were still in the same position and someone was walking into the room. I looked up at Lucy and Wyatt through tired squinted eyes.
"Hey." She spoke quietly so to not wake up Lincoln.
I gave her a small wave not having the energy to talk.
"We just got back from school." Lucy told me.
"Why didn't Lincoln go?" I mumbled.
"He wanted to see you I guess." Wyatt shrugged. "And he wanted to spend some time with his mum."
"Okay." I whispered. "Make sure he goes tomorrow."
"I'll try." Wyatt smiles at me.
"Try what?" Lincoln asked in a rough voice from having just woken up.
"To get you in school." Wyatt told him. "Milo thinks you've had too much time off."
Lincoln groaned. "I don't want to." He pouted at me.
I rolled my eyes as I moved off him and sat up suppressing a groan. Lincoln noticed my discomfort and frowned at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked slowly sitting up so that he wouldn't move the bed too much.
"Um." I placed my hand lightly on my stomach. "I just think my pain meds are wearing of."
"Do you want me to go ask your mum if you're allowed some more?" Lucy offered.
I glance up at the time knowing it hadn't been long enough since the last time I had the medication. My mum was scared to give me too much in case I overdosed so she was waiting a bit longer than necessary.
"No it's fine." I told her. "It's not too bad."
I could tell Lucy didn't believe me by the deadpanned expression on her face. "Please don't avoid your pain meds because you're mum's being anal about the timings."
Wyatt laughed slightly making Lucy glare at him.
"Sorry." He apologized still laughing. "But you said anal."
"What are you? Twelve?" Lincoln asked slightly annoyed.
"I'm not Lucy." I huffed. "You just know how my mum is about these things."
"If you told her you was in pain rather than lying and saying you're fine she would give you some." Lucy crossed her arms.
"It really isn't that bad." I mumbled.
There was a dull ache across the entirety of my body but as long as I didn't move I could bare it.
"I'll go ask your mum." Lucy ignored me leaving the room.
"Get out the bed." I whispered to Lincoln.
He sighed pulling the duvet off and standing up just in time for my mum to walk in.
"Bambino you should've told me sooner." She cooed as she sat on the bed beside me. "How much does it hurt?"
I glanced at my friends and then my mum, my face flushed in embarrassment. I covered my face with my hands so I couldn't see any of them.
"Why don't you three wait down stairs?" My mum suggested.
I could faintly here all of them walking out of the room.
"What's wrong?" She asked me.
"Nothing mum." I grumbled. "Can you just give the meds?"
"I will." She spoke softly. "But why are you so embarrassed?"
"Because you're babying me in front of my friends." I fiddled with the end of the duvet as I spoke.
"I'm not babying you." She insisted. "I'm just worried about you."
When I didn't say anything further she sighed standing up and walking out. She came back with a glass of water and the box of pills.
"Here." She placed them on the bedside table. "I'm going to leave the pills here so you can take them whenever, but please read the box and listen to the time instructions."
I looked up at her to find a pleading expression on her face.
"I will mum, I promise." I spoke honestly.
She forced a smile before leaving and letting the others back in.