The Reflection Of Love

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“Knock, knock.”

I looked up from my daze to see Helen come in through the curtains before I glanced to Oliver to realise he was awake now too. I’d only had a little sleep but it was nice to just relax after all the moving around today.

“Did you already tell her?” Helen asked Oliver, making me frown because I was clearly the ‘her’ in that sentence. Oliver shook his head, taking a breath as if it was energy to help him sit up.

“Do you want to tell her?”

“Tell me what?”

“My gosh, Sarah. Not everything’s about you,” Oliver snapped, giving me a hard look before it cracked and he laughed, looked back to his mother as she rolled her eyes.

“Oliver told me that you wouldn’t get the help you needed at home with your parents working as much as they do,” Helen started, making me look from Oliver to her and then back.

“Ah, why?”

“Ah, because you’re going to die if you have to look after yourself,” he replied, his voice unusually deep and making me frown in confusion.

“And I called your parents and they confirmed that they won’t have the time to look out for you,” Helen continued, cutting into our side conversation. “So, we’ve arranged that you’ll come live with us until you’re well enough again,” she said and my eyes widened, my brain trying to process everything without causing any injuries to my mind. “I’ll be home to help you most of the time. Also, if you ever want to see Liam, Oliver or myself can bring you here,” she said, smiling softly when my eyes suddenly teared up and I leaned into Oliver when I started crying because I really didn’t expect to be saved like this.

“Told you she’d cry,” I heard him say, his arm coming around me as I sniffed, calming myself quickly. I felt as he rubbed my head softly before I felt Helen touch her hand to my arm so I moved from him to her, hugging her the best I could.

“Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, Sweetheart. You’re family-.”

“Whoa, I dunno about family, Mum,” Oliver put in.

“I’ve known her since she was five years old. She’s been a part of Liam’s life since kindergarten and she’s always been the daughter I never had. So, to me, Oliver Daniel, she’s family,” she told him, making me laugh a little at the name.

“Oliver Daniel, hey?” I smirked, looking at him as he scowled.

“Whatever Sarah Kate-.”

“What? How do you know…?” I drowned out at the smirk he returned. I let it go, looking away from him to wipe my eyes and lean back into Helen as she rubbed my back soothingly.

“I really appreciate it. But I don’t want to be a pain.”


“Never in the back but always in the ass,” Oliver replied and Helen snapped her fingers at him, making him close his mouth as he went to speak some more.

I kept my laugh in and controlled my grin as I leaned back into the pillows, glad to now know I won’t be left alone with Amber or completely alone when I leave this place. It’ll be better than home and maybe I could come back for a day now and then with Oliver to see Liam.

“Oliver, you bum! I can’t believe you did that for me,” I shoved his arm, making Helen laugh softly as he groaned. “You’re so soft now, aren’t you?”

“Soft?” He scoffed, looking at me with a frown. “Soft is for pussies. I was a man making sure you weren’t left to die.”

“A man would have done the job, not had his mummy make all the arrangements,” Helen put in, making me laugh as he cracked a small smile.

“Whatever, whatever,” he held his hands up, getting to his feet. “I’m going back to Liam’s room. Had enough girls for one day.”

“You’ll be back,” I scoffed, watched him walk out.

“He’ll be back,” Helen nodded, smiling as she rubbed my arm gently. “Try to get some more sleep. You look exhausted.”

“Okay,” I murmured, nodding softly and smiling as she leaned down and kissed my forehead before she made her way out and I turned slowly to get comfortable to try and get back to sleep. It was harder than I thought with the fresh news in my head but after a while, my mind went blank and I was in the dark.


The lights went red. The scream stopped and everything went black. No pain, no sounds, nothing new, nothing changed.

A scary scene I won’t forget anytime soon.

“Sarah,” I heard, the familiar voice echoing while my eyes fluttered. I frowned, looked up at the ceiling as my sight blurred and I regained consciousness slowly.

“You were dreaming,” a whisper moved through the room, breath touching my cheek and gently moving my hair. I felt a soft hand slip into mine, my sight clearing more as I glanced down, frowning because I knew that hand.

It’s not possible, I thought, felt as he laid his head down in the crook of my neck, his face out of my sight.

“Hey,” I murmured, letting go of his hand to touch mine under his chin. I lifted his face and stared into his eyes. “How are you awake?”

His blonde hair fell down over his baby blue eyes. I swallowed what I had in my mouth, moving to push back his hair, my eyes watering.

“Does it matter?” He asked, moving his head back down onto my shoulder, his hand taking mine to interlink our fingers. I returned the grip, my heartbeat increasing as I looked over him.

He wore grey jeans and a bronze shirt. No plaster. No bandages. No cuts or bruises.

“You’re okay,” I whispered, looking down to my broken hand only to fist it in and out when it was bare from the plaster.

“Sarah, just sleep with me,” he replied.

I looked back to him, the feeling of my heartbeat rising again came, my body heating up and my head growing dizzy.

“Liam,” I whimpered almost, closing my eyes as I touched my hand to his cheek, feeling the roughness of his jaw. “T-This isn’t real.”

“Shh,” his fingers bushed along my bare leg, soft and tickling gently. “Isn’t this enough for you?” He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine as I looked back at him.

“This? A dream of you? No, it’s not enough because it’s not real,” I answered, watched his eyes look pass me before they dropped and I moved my hand from his jaw to his neck.

“Perhaps it could be,” a different voice said, taking my attention as I felt a rough hand touch to my side. I looked down at it, moved my own hand over it as Oliver laid down on my other side.

“Why are you here?” I asked, frowning in confusion and looking from him to Liam.

“Why is he, Sarah?” He asked, his head dropping as he tightened his grip to my hand. “Why are you dreaming of him?” His voice cracked as I felt my heart jump several times.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, shaking my hand from his to touch his face, making him look back but the more I looked at him and saw the hurt in his eyes, the more I felt Oliver touch me, consume me. “I don’t know. Liam, I don’t know.”

“Sarah,” I heard Oliver whisper, his lips touching below my ear as I shivered.

“Stop,” I pushed my hand to his chest but he didn’t move. “Oliver, go away!”


I gasped in a breath quickly, the room darker as I opened my eyes, feeling rough hands touch my shoulder as my body rocked but then stopped.

I stared at Oliver as he sat on a chair next to the bed, his arm reached out, rocking me softly and waking me up.

“It’s just a dream,” he told me as I pushed his hand off me quickly.

“Oliver,” I growled, moving to sit up only to move too fast and wince as the pain radiated over my body.

“Don’t growl at me. You were crying and yelling in your sleep, what else was I supposed to do?”

“Just leave me alone!” I cried out, feeling myself heat up as I covered my head with my hands.

“Not when you talk to me like that,” he snapped back as I started crying, feeling myself overwhelm as he got up from his seat to sit next to me, his arms wrapping around me as I tried pushing him away.

“Oliver,” I whined but took a breath to calm down when he rubbed my head gently, shushing me quietly. “I-I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” He asked, whispered and I closed my eyes, leaning into him because I was too tired to fight and he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I took another breath to help myself calm down, raised a hand to wipe my eyes.

“I can’t do this.”


This. You. You being so nice. The hugs, the other things. Stop caring, please,” I said, turning and breaking out of his arms. “Just leave me alone, Oliver.”

“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you think.”

“I’m tired and I don’t want you here so go away,” I told him sternly, turning my head away from him and closing my eyes.

“Okay,” he replied quietly, taking his arms away before he got up. I heard him make his way out and I laid alone for a while, struggling to sleep as my dream replayed in my head over and over, troubling me.

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