I wake up with swollen eyes from all the crying from yesterday. I contemplate my reflection in the mirror, this isn’t a cute look. I splash some cold water in my face and go back to bed, I have no desire to see anyone right now. I watch movies on my laptop, but I don’t really pay attention to them. I can’t erase the image of Sam on the ground with the gun inside his mouth.
My phone vibrates, it’s probably a text from Miranda.
UNKNOWN NUMER: U r a disgusting bitch.
I frown, upset. Who wrote this? I read the text several times, as if I could find something new with each reading. After a while I conclude that it was probably sent to me by mistake. It doesn’t say my name and it’s not from someone I know. Replying is pointless.
I call Miranda and ask her to come visit me. While I wait for her I take a shower. The water running down my body makes me feel better as if I could be cleaned from what I saw last night. Miranda arrives short after I get out of the shower. I tell her what happened and she hears me in disbelief.
“Wait, but your dad is like... old.” She says, astonished.
“He may be old, but he has a young man’s heart and, apparently, a lot of strength.” I reply not loving it when someone calls my dad old. “You should have seen Sam’s face, he was so afraid. I feel terrible.”
“It’s not your fault you dad went crazy on him.” She says shrugging. “But what I don’t understand is why he has a gun? Is the flower industry dangerous?” She asks jokingly.
I sigh annoyed. This is no time for her jokes.
“I was thinking about it too and I think that maybe he got the gun after Alex was murdered.” I answer.
Miranda’s expression changes, she seems ashamed.
“Oh, right... I wasn't thinking about your brother... sorry.” She says with an ‘i’m sorry’ smile. “It makes sense. But he should use it to protect you from criminals, not prospective boyfriends.”
“I know. He was so out of line.”
“What did Sam say afterwards?” Miranda asks.
“No idea. I haven't spoken to him since yesterday.” I reply.
“What? Oli, you should call him and ask him how he is! It’s the least you can do after your dad almost killed him.” She cries out. “How come you didn't called him to try to fix this? What if he goes to the police? I know your dad acted crazy, but it would suck to see him in jail.”
“I thought the same, but then my mom acted like it was impossible for my dad to go to jail. She said he has contacts or something like that.” I reply.
“Contacts? Like in the police? No offense, Olivia, but your dad imports flowers... and I know he has flower shops all across town and you have a lot of money, but that doesn't sound like the kind of business that gives you important enough contacts to avoid jail time.” Miranda looks at me as if I’m crazy.
“I know. That’s what my mom said, I don’t know what to tell you.” I shrug.
We spend the rest of the afternoon gossiping and watching series. I appreciate the distraction. At night, Miranda insists that we go out to a party she has been invited to, but I don’t want to upset my dad, I haven't seen him all day and I don't know how he might react if I go out. After a lot of insistence from Miranda, I go downstairs to let my dad know about the party and assess his reaction.
He is in the dining room talking to some intruders. I walk in and they all shut up instantly as if they were talking about a big secret no one else is allowed to hear. My dad is reading some documents.
“Aren’t you going out or do you plan to spend the whole day in your room?” He asks without looking at me.
“Yes, I’m going out.” I say relieved.
“Good. Take Ivan with you.” He says and then he waves me off.
I walk up the stairs feeling happy. I thought my dad might ground me for going out on a date behind his back, but he probably feels guilty for what he did and maybe this is his way to amend things between us, he’s too proud to apologize.
I tell Miranda the good news. She’s as happy as me. She really wants to go to the party, Barney, a guy she has a huge crush on, it’s going to be there and she’s sure this is her chance to hook up with him.
We try several different outfits, I choose a yellow tight dress and Miranda wears a black mini skirt and a red top. My friend considers herself a semiprofessional makeup artist after all the internet tutorials she has watched. I let her do my makeup and the results are amazing, my blue eyes look even bigger than usual and my red lips make a great contrast with my black hair. It takes us like two hours to get ready.
We go down the stairs carefully, we don’t want to fall in this gorgeous high-heels. It’s a hundred times easier to walk in flats, but when you are a short girl like me, you have to wear the heels.
“Ivan is being waiting for you for a while now.” Says one intruder smoking in the hall.
I recognize his voice, he’s the one that held me yesterday and stopped me from helping Sam. I glare at him with contempt. Wow, he is handsome! The tall intruder looks back at me with piercing blue eyes and I feel intimidated. There’s a certain arrogance in the way he stands, as if this was his home and I was just a visit. He runs his free hand thru his short blonde hair with his eyes still focused on me. I gulp, I find myself wondering what it would be like to run my hands thru that gorgeous hair of his.
I look away and walk pass him as if his looks haven't affected me. He seems different from other intruders, most of them look like thugs in suits, but he looks refined. Even his suit looks elegant, it must be very expensive and I know about expensive clothes.
“Who asked you?” I ask with disdain.
“Have fun, doll.” Replies the intruder with a smirk.
He looks at me from head to toe, cheekily. He doesn’t even try to hide the lust in his eyes. Who does he think he is? He acts so self-sufficient calling me doll and looking at me this way. I’m his boss’s daughter! He should show me more respect, especially if he wants to keep his job.
“What a handsome man!” Miranda says as soon as we are inside the car. “Why were you waisting you time with Sam when you have such a hottie at home?”
Ivan, the driver, looks at us from the rear-view mirror trying to hold his laughter.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I reply embarrassed.
“Sure, you do! Come on! You can’t tell me you didn’t notice how good looking he is. What’s his name? How long has he been working for your dad? And how soon are you planning to do him?” Miranda insists.
I close my eyes mortified. I really hate it when she talks as if Ivan wasn’t listening.
“You know I don’t pay a lot of attention to the intruders. I saw him yesterday for the first time and I certainly won’t be doing him.” I mutter.
“Oh, come on! You have to treat yourself with the Handsome Intruder, you deserve him after the year you had.”
“You are exaggerating. He’s ok looking, but his nose is too big and he’s way too tall for me.” I lie. His nose is my favorite thing about him along with his thin lips and his amazing cat-like eyes.
“What are you talking about? His nose goes perfectly with his face and those fierce eyes... I could melt in those eyes and you, Oli, are a fool if you don’t make a move on Handsome Intruder.”
“Handsome Intruder? That’s his name now?” I ask as I roll my eyes.
“Yep and it will be until you find out his real name.” Miranda replies.
“Can we change subjects, please?” I ask annoyed.
Thanks to the darkness of the night and the yellow street lights Miranda can’t tell I’m blushing and I’m very thankful for that. I would hate for her to know how attractive I find Handsome Intruder, especially because it’s a relationship doom from the start. I can’t imagine how my dad would react if I had something going on with one of his employees. It will be hell! Handsome Intruder could end up death or at least unemployed. After the unpleasant experience Sam endure because of me I won’t risk getting anyone else hurt. It’s not worth it.
We arrive at the party and I immediately recognize Sam’s brother, Martin, in the crowd. I feel very uncomfortable with his presence, but I rather not mention it to Miranda. She has no idea he’s here or that he has also seen me and now he and his friends are looking at me in the most hostile way possible. I can only imagine what they must be saying about me. I want to go home and hide under my bed.“Hi! I’m so glad you came.” Says Laura, a classmate from college, I must have known she’d be here, she is dating the guy whose house we are in. “I love that dress! You lo
The morning comes, but my mood hasn’t improve one bit, I still feel utterly humiliated. I can’t believe I was kicked out of the party. I can just imagine what people said after I left. My stomach feels queasy just thinking about all the gossip there will be about me. I grab my phone to distract myself from what happened at the party and I’m surprised by the number of notifications I have. There’s a text from Miranda asking me if I’m ok, there’s another from Laura asking me if what Erick told her is true and then there’s a bunch of messages from unknown numbers saying the most hateful things. My jaw drops as I read the messages.
A couple of days later, Miranda comes to visit me unannounced (she had no choice since my phone is still off). I really don’t want to see her, I don’t feel like talking about the party or explaining to her why I disappeared from the cyber-world. But I know none of this is her fault, so I greet her with a big smile.She already knows about the online harassment, apparently the story of what happened is being shared by all of our acquaintances, so she has seen several posts online about it. Miranda thinks this whole thing is going away in a few weeks, but she has a proposal to help me distract myself in
This Sunday morning has a different feeling, it’s the previous day before I start my new job. I feel really excited! I wake up early to go ride my bike in the park. It’s one of the few small freedoms I have. My parents used to oppose me riding my bike, but after months of arguments I convinced them it was safe. It’s not as if I ride at night and, also, the park is right in front of our house, so it’s not like I’m going far.Riding my yellow and pink bike is my favorite part of Sundays, it’s the perfect time to burn calories and be with myself without any interrupti
My first workweek is over. I made it to Friday and, to my own surprise, I’ve been a very efficient employee, I’ve made almost no mistakes and I’ve really enjoyed myself; even on slow days I’ve had a good time because Miranda kept me company thru the phone.I haven’t seen Stefan all week. I don’t know if he’s been around the house or not, or maybe I’ve come too late and missed him. Whatever the reason, I think it’s for the best, I should be as far away from him as I can, even if I’m constantly wishing I’d bump into him when I’m home.
I wake up the next day and realize I slept with Stefan’s jacket on. It’s all wrinkled now, but I don’t care, it’s smells like him and it’s comforting. I lay in bed for a while thinking about him, about how he saved me from the drunken jerk and how I felt with his hand over my thigh. A sudden knock on my door takes me out of my thoughts.
I spend the afternoon alone in my room. I take a shower, put on some comfy clothes and watch movies. I hear a lot of noise downstairs, my dad’s meeting with the intruders is still going on. I want to go to the kitchen to get some snacks, but I don’t want to run into Stefan looking this messy. I wait until the house is quiet and go downstairs. I pour myself a glass of milk and grab as much chocolate chip cookies as I can hold in one hand. I push the swinging door with my back and as I do it someone helps me open it all the way.“Is that your idea of a balanced dinner?” Stefan a
I hear someone quickly typing, the sound reminds me of the office, people working on their computers, eyes focused on the screens, taking a sip of coffee every now and then, exchanging witty remarks with the person next to them. But I’m not in the office, I’m lying in bed... but not my bed! I suddenly open my eyes, realizing where I am.I sit up abruptly and turn to my side. Stefan is sitting beside me with his laptop on his lap, he’s the one making the typing noise. My sudden move brakes his concentration, he turns his face to look at me and gives me a warm smile. He mutters a &ldq