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If only he loved me too novel Chapter 2

I woke up with the sudden vibration of my phone, I opened my left eye and looked at my phone it was an unknown number, I glanced at the time and it was 3:45 am which meant that I had only slept for almost an hour. my phone kept buzzing in my hand and I finally swiped right.

"Hello?" I asked still half asleep.

"Erika," said a husky voice, a voice that I'm very aware of, I sat up 

"Oliver?" I asked looking at my phone again but this was not his number "whose number is this? and why are you calling me at this time?" I asked getting out of bed and slipping into my fluffy slippers.

"ahm.." he dragged " Can you pick me up?" he asked I could hear his nervousness.

"sure, where are you? are you ok?" I asked grabbing a jacket along the way towards the front door

"I.. I'm at the police station," he said and I stopped on my track, and just stayed silent not expecting that.

"What?!" I yelled, "why are you there?" I asked looking for my wallet

"long story, just get here fast and also get some cash" with that he hung up. 

I looked at my phone in frustration and went back to my room and grabbed some cash from the safe, I was out within minutes and drove to the nearest police station

I walked up to the reception and smile, the man at the reception looked at me weird and looked at me once over he would look at me strangely because I was in pink cotton shorts and Dimitri's shirt and a long knee-length coat, I smiled at him again and asked for Oliver Price

he smirked and asked me to just go inside, shrugging I went in and there was barely anyone in there, just a couple of cops and three deadly looking people, and Oliver. 

inside the holding cell, he was badly beaten up. he had fresh blue and green bruising on his right eye and torn lip, bleeding forehead which he had a kerchief holding up. I cringed looking at his appearance. without any bruising, he was a very good looking guy with blonde hair, green eyes, fair complexion, and a height of about 6ft. 

I walked up to an officer " Hi, I'm here for him" I said pointing at Oliver who looked at me gratefully. the police officer in his mid-thirties gave me a once over in a very creepy way', I should have worn better clothes' i think to myself

 "I can't let him go just like that," he said smiling creepily "he was charged with assault on a decent man," he said and Oliver yelled from his cell

"That creep is not decent" he yelled punching at the bars "he hit me first and called me fag" he yelled making me snap my head towards him

"who did?" I asked now looking at Oliver and he nodded at a man sitting on the far end on a side table, he was badly bruised, he was an ugly looking pothead.

"It was bound to happen you wouldn't have shown your ugly homo face to me, you deserve to burn in hell for going against nature" the pothead sneered at Oliver tugging at his handcuffs.

with that said I marched up at him and punched him straight in the face, the crunch was heard letting me know that I successfully broke his nose, I hit him again and knee in the balls also swamped om his leg

five minutes later I find myself sitting beside Oliver in his cell. 

"I thought I asked you to bail me out," he said hiding his smile

I shrugged "me too" with that both of us started laughing.

"What do we do now?" he asked me and I shrugged not having a plan.

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