The Eyes that Bleed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14: Where Do I Belong?

It's been a week since I got back home.

Mum's been trying to stuff my belly with all the food she can.

I haven't been eating any. After years of having just tea and bread, it's hard for me to transition to a normal diet.

I haven't told much about my life to mum. Where I was. What I did there.

I don't think she'd be able to handle it, honestly. She's on the sensitive side.

I just want to move forward in life. I don't want my past to effect my future much.

The only thing from my past I know I can never forget, is my Master.

I don't want to tell my mum about him either. She'll think I'm insane for  loving someone who put me through hell all these years.

Like every other day, since I've been back, I pushed my plate away and turned in my chair to look out the window.

I could see the park clearly from my bedroom window. And it made me think of Oliver instantly.

I hadn't asked about him since I'd been back.

I was scared to find out where and how he's been.

What if he forgot about me. What if he moved away to forget the awful memory of my kidnapping.

I miss him still.

Mum came in a few minutes later. Probably to check if I'd eaten. She made a disappointed noise and picked up my plate. She turned to leave but I stopped her at the door.

"Mum", my voice croaked.

The surprise on her face when she heard my voice was amusing.

I don't blame her. I've hardly said two words since I've got back.

I knew if I spoke, I'll end up crying. And that'll just make her worry more.

She came back in and placed the plate back in its previous place.

"What is it love? Do you need anything"?

"No, I just.. I was just wondering.."

"Yes?", she urged me to speak further.

"Where's Oliver? Have you kept in touch with him all these years? Does he talk about me?"

She looked at me for a few seconds before replying.

"I'm sorry love. I haven't seen him in years".

"Oh. Ok", I said. It's fine. I wasn't surprised.

His family moved away 6 months after you were.. Taken. He felt responsible for what happened to you. His mother came to me one day and begged me to talk to him about it. I did. I called him and assured him that I did not blame him for it. And it's true, I didn't. It was just fate. Fate plays games with us sometimes. And there's nothing we can do about it.

Mum's voice was quivering. She was on the verge of crying.

"He started isolating himself. Stopped meeting people, his friends. Kept himself locked up in his room. His mother was devastated. So they decided to move. Start fresh".

"I hope he's doing well", I said, genuinely concerned.

I wonder if he'll contact me if he finds out I'm home. I will pray for that. I will wait for him. My best friend was a huge part of my childhood. I missed out on a lot.

My mum came forward and hugged me. That's all she does. She hugs me every now and then to comfort me. I love it. I missed her hugs so much.

The next day mum went to buy some groceries. I stayed back, not quite ready to go out in the world yet.