Love Me Always (I Hate You...I Think) (19 page)

Her face twisted in pain for a moment and
she shook her head. I shoved the bathroom door
shut refusing to let her out.

"Taylor," I frowned, "What is it?"
"Ever..."

"No, don't give me that look. Does every
one else know the secret too?" I scowled crossing
my arms. She put on an emotionless look but I
could tell right away. Everyone knew something
and weren't telling me.

I refused to budge from the door.
"I can move you, you know," she frowned
placing her hands on her hips.

"Taylor, tell me," I demanded getting more
and more angry that no one told me this secret
whatever the hell it was. Why leave me out of it?

Taylor stood firm with not telling me.

Spinning around I jerked the door open
storming to my closet. Ignoring the fact that Taylor
was standing there I changed into a pair of pants
and a tank top. Jerking on my boots angrily.

"What are you doing?" she questioned.

"Going to the source," I scowled tying my
hair up in to a bun and exiting the room into the
hallway.

"Ever, please don't push this," Taylor
begged from behind.
"What's goioohh,” Kimmy frowned as I
came down the stairs.

"Pissed off Ever,
let’s stay clear of that,"
she told Lauren who was sitting with her on the
couch.

"What's going on?" Angie questioned
Taylor as I took off out the front door heading for
the warehouse.

The walk was short and most of it I don't
remember as angry thoughts passed through my
head. Granted I'm being a damn hypocrite by not
telling Oliver about Harper but I could tell through
Taylor this was serious and I needed to know.

Entering the warehouse, many of the guys
stopped short of greeting me. Many cleared out of
my way.

"Oliver's in trouble," one laughed quietly.

"Is he in the office?" I questioned the boy
who spoke. The grin slid off his face and he
nodded quickly.

Within seconds I was at Oliver's office and
slung the door open with a fury that was not my
own. It was like for a moment I was possessed. The
few boys in the room jumped in shock.

"Out," I spoke not even looking at them.
Oliver stood up frowning in concern. The door shut
and I instantly started in.

"Oliver, what are you hiding from me?"
His look dropped into disapproval. "I could
ask you the same thing."

"Don't turn this around right now. I'm going
through crap right now ok, but seriously. Everyone
knows but me? Why the hell would you keep
something from me?

"Ever," he spoke softly. I could tell he
instantly knew what I was talking about. So he was
keeping something from me. This just made me
angrier.

"Don't Ever me. Wha-"

Oliver pulled me into his chest cutting off
my demand. He held he even though I fought to get
free. He held me until I gave up in defeat, by then
all my anger had drained away and was replaced by
tears.

"I thought it was best not to tell you. How
did you find out?" he frowned.
"Is that really important? I now know," I
sniffled turning away from him.
He tilted my chin to look at him.

"I couldn't tell you. It would hurt you too
much if I did. You were already going through a
lot. I couldn't let you know. I wasn't even the first
to know."

"What is it?" I pleaded.

He sighed leading me to the couch and
sitting me down in his lap. I looked at him
nerveously. He didn't say anything for a long time
he just stared down, his eyes started to glisten.

"Ever, you were pregnant."
I gaped at him. I couldn't even begin to
form words.

"Only two weeks along," Oliver said
gently. "We...it happened on our first time
together."

Not able to speak I wrapped my arms
around Oliver's neck. He rocked me speaking
softly to me. I don't know how long we sat there
for. I didn't even know how to feel anymore.

“Oliver,” I muttered through tears.
“Yes,” he spoke his voice breaking. He
cleared his throat.

“Weasley is behind all the attacks. He’s
going to come after me because I’m your
weakness.”

Oliver didn’t move he was silent. I pulled
back to look at him. He had tears in his eyes. A
single tear rolled down his cheek. I brushed it away
gently.

“Harper came to me today. He caught me at
the mall. That’s why Taylor has been pissed. He
kind of punched her lights out.”

Oliver stayed silent, not a single emotion
crossed his face.

“Harper was black and blue,” I whispered,
“He was warning me that his father was coming
after us and that he wants you to join him again.
That he would use me against you and that I should
stay away from you if I wanted to protect you.”

Oli
ver’s shoulders sagged and he leaned
back on the couch. Lifting his hands to his face, he
racked them through his hair and locked his fingers
behind his head. Staring at the ceiling, he looked a
million miles away.

“This isn’t exactly how I pictured you’d
take this news,” I told him tracing my fingers along
his stubble covered chin.

“I already knew about Weasley coming
after me. He thought that I was long gone. I made
sure to stay out of his radar. He might be run
Nework but he mostly deals business from his
office and rarely goes out of his comfort zone,”
Oliver sighed.

“But why is he coming after you now?
None of it makes sense?”

Oliver dropped his head to look at me,
“Well, like I said Weasley thought I was gone. I
made him think I had gone across country and fell
off the map. He never pursued me cause…well
let’s say I really pissed him off last time I seen
him. However, now I’m older, a lot less hot headed
and a better fighter than I ever was before.”

“But that-”
“I’m getting to it Bunny. You sure
are
impatient,” he smiled softly.
I rolled my eyes but let him speak.

“The night we had our little weekend in the
city and I took you to the roof top club. You
remember right?”

“Yeah we ran from Harper and Weasley
that night.”

“Exactly, the guard we pa
ssed on the way
up tipped Weasley off I was there. So that started
his little quest. He’s always wanted me as a son,
the reason being. He thinks I am.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Your father is in
prison?”
“He is. However, my lovely mother was not
a one woman kind of girl.”
“She was with Weasley?” I muttered
pulling my eyebrows together.

“Exactly, see Harper doesn’t know this but
the reason Weasley kind of adopted me is because
he thought I was his. He sees a lot of himself in me
and he loved my mother. He was with her long
before my father was. He blames my father for
taking her away from him and causing her death.”

“So it’s a lot more complicated that I
thought,” I frowned.

“Yes, the point is Weasley truly thinks I’m
his first born son. He hates Harper because he was
not born to him by the woman he was in love
with.”

“That’s horrible. From what I’ve seen of
Harper he just wants to make his dad happy.”

“He does. The sad truth is Harper will never
be me, I know that’s horrible to say but that’s how
Weasley sees it. He wanted me to take over the
family business. He wanted me to follow his
example and my first step to that was beating the
hell out of Harper because he was, as Weasley said
weak and pathetic. Harper was just a kid.”

“So you left?”
“But, I left Harper behind,” Oliver frowned,
“Worse thing I have ever done in my entire life.”

Oliver shook his head, “The guilt was
eating me alive about leaving Harper so a year later
when I had a home and a way to take care of him I
asked him to come join my gang. I told him I
would take care of him. He was my little brother. I
still love the kid.”

“He turned you down though,” I said. I
remembered the conversation from my apartment
the night I got my memories back.

“Yeah, he said it was
too late. So…after
that any abused, lonely, messed up kid I seen I took
in. I guess I’ve been trying to make up for leaving
him. That’s why I took in Eien. I saw a lot of
Harper in him. Scared, beaten, just looking for
anyone to save him.”

“You have a good heart Oliver,” I
whispered with a smile. Bending down I kissed
him gently.

“Ever, please don’t keep things from me.
Please tell me you weren’t going to do what you
did last time and hide from me because you
thought that it would protect me?”

“I thought about it,” I told hi
m honestly,
“But, I’ve come to learn we are stronger together
than we are apart.”

We were silent with him just holding me.
“Whatever happened with that boy Zane?”

Oliver groaned, “
Yeah he was just some
fucking asshole trying to start trouble. He didn’t
even know Harper. Apparently, though he saw you
and Roxanne fight and you with Harper so he
wanted to start some shit. Where do these people
keep coming from?” Oliver groaned.

“I don’t think we’re ever going to have
some peace and quiet around here.”
“Hey that ain’t my fault, you’re the one
who’s attracting all the crazy people,” I teased.
“Yeah but you always seem to wiggle your
way into the trouble don’t you?” Oliver shook his
head looking at me.

“I can’t help how awesome I am,” Oliver
chuckled wrapping his arms around me he laid me
back on the couch.

“One day you’re going to be Mrs. Wolfe.
How does that sound?” he asked softly.
“Everlyn Wolfe,” I smiled, “That has a nice
ring to it.”
~I Knew You Were Trouble~
~Oliver~

I woke to Ever no longer in my arms. With
my eyes still shut, I reached out feeling for her.
Grasping at nothing but air, I opened my eyes
slowly.

The room was brightly lit by the noon sun
and I was able to see that the bed next to me was
empty. Sitting straight up I glanced toward my
bathroom to find that the door was open and the
light was off. Glancing back at Ever's side I made
sure I hadn't missed her somehow in the blankets.

She wasn't there.

Throwing the blankets back, I exited my
bedroom. Down stairs, I could hear talking and
laughing.

"Oh hey there. We were wondering if you
two would "sleep" all day," Jake grinned.
"Where is Ever?" I questioned.
Jake's grin slid off quickly, "What do you
mean?"
Looking over everyone in the room, I
noticed one in particle who looked uncomfortable.
"Lauren?" I frowned. Her head snapped up
and she looked nervous.
"Babe?" Leon questioned looking down at
her confused.
"I told her not to," Lauren muttered.

"What?" I demanded.
"This morning Ever was coming out of
your room. I couldn't sleep so I was going to the
living room. She asked me to take her to her up to a
clinic. I told her that I should ask one of you guys
if it was ok to take the car but she told me not to.
When we got to the clinic, she told me to wait
outside. When she came out she was freaking out
and..." Lauren paused looking uncertain.

"She took off before I could stop her."
I growled, "Why didn't you wake me? Why
didn’t you tell me what had happened?"
"She made me promise," Lauren said softly.

Turning on my heels, I ran out the front
door with many protests being yelled from behind
me. Getting in my car, I took off out of the
driveway. I didn't know where Ever would go. She
had let her apartment go over a week ago. We sold
her furniture. She had nowhere to go. For the next
few hours, I searched the streets looking for her
trying to call her phone.

After the seventh try, she finally answered.
"Oliver," she told me her voice breaking.
Pulling my car quickly into a parking lot I sighed
in relief.

"Ever, where are you? What's going on?
Why did you just take off?"
“I’m…well I’m with Harper,” she muttered.
“Where are you? Has he hurt you?” I
demanded.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just needed…I
needed air and well he’s been following me and
stopped.”

“Where are you?” I pressed.
“We’re at the beach over by the rocks. You
remember right?”
“Three minutes,” I told her putting my car
in drive.
~Ever~

I cried uncontrollably ignoring Harper
sitting next to me. He said nothing keeping his eyes
on the water emotionlessly.

"It's ok, Ever," Harper said softly. He lifted
his hand slowly looking unsure but then started
rubbing my back. Jerking away from him, I pulled
my knees to my chest looking away from him.

"I know you don't trust me but I'm glad you
called me. I don't know what changed your mind
but I'm glad you did."

"I didn’t change my mind, Oliver is on his
way," I managed to sat.
"You need to stay away from him. I’m
serious-," he told me.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered
looking at him. "Don't tell me it's to apologize
either."

Harper sighed and looked over at me.
"Because...I love Oliver like my brother. I
mean I've been so pissed at him for just leaving but
he did offer me to come with him. I just...I just
want to make up for all the hate I've had for him
for so long. He's not the one I hate."

"It's your father," I replied.
Harper nodded throwing a rock into the
ocean.
“Oliver feels guilty about leaving you. He
has never gotten over it.”
Harper let his arms drop to his lap and he
just stared blankly into the water.

Looking down at my stomach, I placed my
hand over it gently. I had been shot, stabbed,
kidnapped, I had been drinking, and rough with my
body then with all the stress I had put her through.
Her. Maybe it's a girl. My little girl. What if it's a
boy? I just can’t believe I hadn’t lost her yet.

"You alright?" Harper asked looking down
at me.
I dropped my hand. "Nausea," I lied softly.
He nodded.

I hadn't told him about the baby. Hell I
haven't told Oliver. No one knows. The doctors at
the hospital had been wrong. I hadn't lost the baby
at all. She was very much alive, and I was nine
weeks along. The doctor I seen at the clinic told me
that she was healthy, even after everything.

I had ran out before they snapped the
sonogram picture, I was too freaked out to think.