Scarletts P.O.V

Its dinner time. You sit quietly eating away at the steak on your plate. Your eyes shift back and forth from Kirk and your mom. You avoid the intense gaze from Oliver.

I have nothing to say to him

You stab at the meat, only to realise you've mindlessly eaten it all. You begin to chip away at the broccoli on your plate, thankful that you have an excuse to look down.

I just don't have the energy to deal with him at all. He's got his own shit and his own ways to deal. I should've just left him alone.

"So what happened to your eye, Oliver?"

Oliver glances at his father with a disinterested expression, and pops a piece if meat into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"I'm serious, Oliver. Do i need to call your mother?"

Oliver shakes his head, and sets down his knife.

"It's nothing. Really."

"Okay, well I'll see if your mother agrees. You don't just come home with a black eye for no damn reason."

Kirk pats his pockets searching for his phone. When he cant find it right away, he pushes his chair back.

"Dad, stop. Its not a big deal"

"No. Because I've had enough of these mysterious fucking bruises and shit..."

i can help him

Awe, fuck it.

sort if

raises his brow at you, and settles

"What do you mean?"

this for him. Its not like Oliver

but my towel tripped me up and

that was a smooth lie. I

avert your eyes to Oliver, who's watching you carefully with

"Is that true?"

small smile, giving the illusion that he was

it because it was embarrassing for

not

offer Kirk a

big thing. You know college

I'm not finished with you yet. We're gonna talk about your attitude. As long as you live under my roof

dining room to go sulk in

and their

mother chuckles, and rests a hand

but I wouldn't be worrying about things now. Just

the back of his neck, staring blackly

sure

out into the hallway where Oliver

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