The Unwanted Twin

Chapter Five

Trigger warning: Eating disorders, vomiting, swearing, abuse, talk about seizures, and corporal punishment.

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Oliver was woke up at 5am yet again, still in the same spot on the floor. His body was achy and he felt even more worse today, the welts on his back were tender and swollen.

Just yesterday he was face to face with Adam's wrath, cowering under his hand. But he still has the fear that he will be back, and punish him for leaving.

He quietly opened his door, where is all the cleaning supplies? He thought, this house was way too big.

While walking down the hallway he saw a lady dusting picture frames and humming.

He got out his notebook and wrote down:
'Where is all the cleaning supplies?'

The lady raised on eyebrow at him, Oliver was scared to talk to people, but this beats getting punished by the people here.

"Follow me." The lady said, Oliver trailed behind and they passed many doors and hallways, it seemed to never end.

They came to a stop outside a door, and when the housekeeping lady opened it there was endless cleaning supplies, Oliver sucked in a breath and walked in, the lady left. Oliver grabbed everything he needed to clean the first floor, aka the kitchen, living room, dining area, and whatever is down there.

He carried the supplies down stairs and got to work, he did the dishes, washed and disinfected the whole kitchen, cleaned the living room, the three bathrooms downstairs, the laundry room, and now he was scrubbing the floors by hand with a brush that got in between the floor groves. His wrist was aching and sore, his ribs knocked the breath out of him with every move, he was sweating and breathing hard.

Hours after cleaning Oliver succumbed to his injuries, he laid there on the floor with blue lips and a wrist that looked like it was slammed between two concrete blocks, and a body that had seriously infected wounds, every inch of his pale skin was beaten black and blue.

One hour later at 9am Vincent found him lying there, his breaths were slow and he was slightly shaking.

When Oliver was 12 years old Adam took it too far one time, he was drunk and Oliver decided he wanted a drink of water, he hadn't drank or ate anything for a week in a half and he thought he was going to die.

Adam caught him in the act, before he beat him he made him puke out all the water. He beat him, grabbed his hair and smashed his head into the floor far to many times. That night Oliver had a seizure, his own father watched him convulse on the floor and he did nothing about it. For two years now Oliver has been having seizures at the smallest of flashing lights, or they might happen when his body is weak, it doesn't help that he wasn't medicated.

He was bullied at school for it, one day he had a bad seizure in the cafeteria and peed his pants, everything video taped it and it became the schools meme for a year straight, no one cared how he felt.

Vincent scoffed at Oliver laying on the floor, going to the fridge and getting a glass of orange juice, he had just came home from his morning run. It was a Saturday so the boys didn't have school today, or any urgent mafia business so they got the whole weekend off.

He looked over at Oliver on the floor as he drank the rest of his juice, he walked over to him and kneeled down to see his face. His shirt was really baggy so his shoulder was exposed and Vincent's eyes widened at all the bruises he can see, roughly and fast he pulled up Oliver's shirt to expose his stomach which was littered in cuts, burns, and bruises.