“Oliver,” I answered, looking from out of my window to him to realise we were next in line. “Oh. Um, just a happy meal with nuggets, sprite for the drink,” I said, reading the question off his face. He leaned into his door slightly and yelled it at the speaker before the lady on the other side repeated through the order.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked as he moved up in the line of cars. I shrugged my shoulders lightly, looking out of my window again as the car moved into a tunnel. Bushes on one side, the building on the other and then a roof above, lights shining down different colours.
“What about Liam?” He asked next and I felt my body overwhelm again as my mind went back to it and it was real. It was happening and I couldn’t do anything about it.
“I won’t be there for him when he wakes up,” I said, sniffing and raising my hand to wipe my nose before my eyes. “Because I go home on Monday and I’ll have no way of getting back to see him. My parents won’t take me, let alone let me go.”
“Why not let you? I can pick you up or Khloe can?” He questioned but then turned when we reached the window to pay. He got out his card and paid, moved up in the line as he looked back at me.
“What’s so fucking wrong with your parents?”
“Sarah, it’s not right and you’re definitely not going to be okay if you have to stay home with them. What if you fall or if you need anything? Will they be there for you to help you out?”
“No, they won’t because they don’t give a shit, okay?” I snapped back, my throat aching and cracking. “They’re not there for me like your parents are. They don’t love me like yours do.”
“Does,” he whispered and I looked back at him, frowning in confusion. “Parent.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, looking away as we got to the final window.
“Please wait in bay two,” I heard a chirpy girl call and Oliver muttered swear words before he drove out to park in one of the bays close by.
“You still have your mum and she’s amazing.”
“She is,” he breathed, touched his hand up and over his face before he ran it through his hair.
“Where is your dad anyway? I’ve never heard about it.”
“Yeah, it’s not a conversation to just pop up at the dinner table,” he replied and dropped his hand as I looked to the girl who suddenly appeared at the window.
“Here’s your meals,” she said and Oliver took them from her, taking the drinks too before she was gone.
“We can talk about it now?” I questioned, taking my drink and putting it into the front cupholder as he took the other with his drink.
“Fine. He’s in prison,” he said and I looked at him hard, wondering if he was joking or not. “Because he’s a fucking rapist, Sarah. He loved my mum, he married her and they had me but he still had to go around raping other girls as a fucking hobby. He’s sick and I fucking hate him. Happy you know now?” He asked, his tone angered now as I just stared ahead because I really didn’t expect it.
“I don’t know. It’s fucked up, that’s all I can say,” he said before I could finish. I shut my mouth, my legs burning now from the hot food on it but I didn’t want to move or make a sound. I didn’t want to tick him off in anyway.
I froze suddenly when he just started laughing, making me look at him hard because of course his father wasn’t a rapist. Stupid.
“I’m kidding,” he said, giving me a light look before he started laughing again and I scowled, leaning back because that wasn’t funny.
“Why would you even joke about that?!”
“My father? A fucking rapist?” He laughed. “My dad’s a lowlife with big brains up in Canada. He’s a scientist and doctor.”
“Are you still joking or are you being serious now?” I asked as he smirked, buried his hand into the bag for his fries. “So, he’s still around?”
“Out and about. I still hate him, so does mum. He chose his work over us, divorce,” he stated as I hummed a little because my parents choose their work over me too. “He still thinks it’s okay to ring now and then, of course I hang up when Mum passes me the phone.”
“At least he’s trying,” I sighed and he shrugged a little, turning into a carpark by the beach so we could eat.
“If you’re looking for perfect parents, ask Liam,” he said, shaking his head softly. “That motherfucker has everything perfect. Best friend even,” he winked and I laughed, moving my hand over my mouth since I’d just filled it with fries.
“He could have done better,” I replied and he scoffed.
“As if he chose you though,” I exclaimed and he smirked.
“Easy choice he had,” he shrugged as bit his burger as I ate more fries. “But serious, as if he actually likes you.”
“He doesn’t like me, Oliver. He loves me and that’s more than I can say for you.”
“Oh, he loves me,” he narrowed his eyes with a smug smirk. “I love him too.”
“Well, I love him more than you do,” I replied and gasped when he hit the bottom of my fries, making them all jump and hit me. “Hey!”
“Do not start a food fight in my mum’s car,” he snapped before I had the chance to get him back. He was right. I had to respect Helen’s nice, clean car.
“Let’s take it outside then,” I gave him a look as he just chuckled.
“You can’t stand, let alone fight me,” he clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth as I whined at that because he was right. I laughed a little after but then stopped when my tummy hurt from it.
“Oliver, stop hurting me.”
“What am I doing?” He laughed as I hugged my stomach lightly.
“You’re making me laugh and it hurts.”
“That’s so fucking sad. You can’t even laugh without hurting yourself,” he shook his head, making me laugh again for a moment before I groaned and pushed his shoulder for him to stop.
“Just shut up and eat,” I demanded and took a breath for myself before I got a nugget to eat. I only growled when Oliver snatched it and shoved it into his mouth before I had the chance to stuff it into my own.
“Oliver. We’re not doing that.”
“I’m not doing anything, don’t know about you though,” he replied and I shook my head at that, looked down as I quickly ate a nugget before he stole it again.
“I think we should head back after this.”
“I think we’ll be alright for a bit longer,” he narrowed his eyes with a smirk and I rolled my eyes at that because of course he said that. He liked to do the opposite of what I wanted to do, which pissed me off most of the time.
“I’m ready for a shower, Oliver. And bed. My tummy hurts.”
“My tummy hurts,” he mimicked in a more whiny tone. “So I’m going to whine and be a baby about it.”
“I want to see Liam also,” I continued on, ignoring him. “It’s been too long.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “You want to go back to that hellhole, we’ll go back.”
“Thank you,” I replied and curled my lips for a moment. Was that what I wanted? Not really, I’d rather go for a walk on the beach but I can’t walk and it’d be for the best if we just went back now.