chapter 3" ....what...?.."

                                    

                                          
Previously...on TOUGH LOVE
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Oliver's pov
Oliver:" well....shit!....."
Knowing that I turned red in front of damon!!
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I walked to my next, thinking how funny it was when dick got hit with the dodge ball.
Now****
Oliver's pov
After school***
I always walk home. 
I take bus to school but walk home.
For a good reason...
Again, I like being out then at school.
It's the beginning of October so it's not very cold to walk.
.... I walk down the streets.
It isn't busy or noisy. 
There are mainly trees spreaded apart perfectly. Shaped the same. Color unique. 
A nice shade of green.
The sun shines with the cool breeze. 
This reminds me of going to the beach with my parents.
My mother always loved going to the beach.
She would find seashells with me.
While my dad would set up the umbrellas and chairs.
She loved pink seashells.
She gave me one and I kept it. I still have it. It's a core memory I have of her.
I miss her....so much......
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Time lapes...
Eventually I arrived at my house.
I took a deep breath before going in.
I opened the door.
Jesus....it's fucking smokey as hell in here.
I smell the combination of beer and weed.
I looked around only to see my dad passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand. With the TV on playing hockey teams.
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I looked in the kitchen to the living room. 
He made a wreak...
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I went to the kitchen and put the 6 packs of beer in the fridge. 
Cleaned up remaining beer spilled on the counter.
The ashtray on the table,  threw away the ashes in the trey. 
Then wiped down the counters.
Good. It looks much better.
Now the livingroom.
I quietly picked up the empty beer bottles and put them in the trash.
Picked up the pizza boxes and threw it away as well.
Okay what else....
Ah.
I cleaned up the glass he threw at me earlier.
Rick:" umm nah...mmma.."
The sound of the crunching classes being moved by the broom and dustpan makes him grone a bit.
Shit...be quiett...quiet....
I finished the try to be as quiet as possible throw it away.
Good...
It's finished.
The put the broom and dustpan away.
I went back to the living room.
The atmosphere when my dad's in here....