Olivia's POVI felt the aching in my chest, I felt it squeezing my heart causing me to hold the railings of the elevator as it went down. I had seen Daniel angry, I had seen him sad but I had never seen him numb. At that point, it was very obvious that the young man did not care if I lived or I die. He was done beating himself up about me and I didn't know what was worst. The fact that he had decided to do that or the fact that I could not bring myself to talk him out of it. What would I have said? This question kept ringing in my head as I tried to figure out what I would have done differently. It was not going to be very easy to get this man to look at me the same way. And it could not have come at a more terrible time. I had acted out of anger and hurt and the more I sat to think about it, the more I wished that I had been a little bit gentle with it and maybe, just maybe it won't have destroyed me the way it did.Maybe by now I would have a way of coming back and we could sort
I didn't want to say anything to anymore. All I needed was the warm embrace that Alex offered but as I left the building, I reminded myself that I had dogged a very huge bullet. Nothing he did was going to convince me otherwise about him. He was a flirt and he showed that to me all the time without any form of hesitation from his end. It was only a matter of time before he would start projecting his insecurities on his partner and I wasn't going to be the partner who he did that to. I knew that I had made the right decision and I was going to stick by my decision. The taxi driver drove like a snail and even when I enjoyed the evening breeze, I also desperately yearned to be wrapped around in my lover's arm and because of that, I needed him to hasten up the entire process. "Sir can you go a bit faster?" I asked him. "Sorry ma. It's just that I am a foreigner and I am trying to obey the laws so I don't get into trouble" "What does that have to do with your driving?" I asked him. "
I had moved as fast as I possibly could. And I only stopped when I reached a phone booth. That was when I was reminded of the phone in my pocket which contained the number of the woman that wanted to help me. I quickly removed my phone and called her. Thankfully she picked immediately and she started talking to me to find out where exactly I was and how she would get to me. I told her everything she needed to know and before long, she had arrived to help me. Before she arrived, I made sure that I had destroyed the evidence in front of me by washing the bat with enough water, ramping it against a stone to destroy it and then scattering the reminding pieces before I left the place to wait for the woman at a spotlight where she could see me. She arrived almost immediately and picked me up. She didn't say much untill we reached her home and then she asked me why I finally decided to leave. I didn't know who she was exactly and because of that, I could not fully trust her. I had to tell
"What did you say to me?" She asked. "Ma I know that you want to take me to a foster home but I don't want to go to any foster home. I am not so small ma. I can work and make a living for myself, please," I begged her and she listened. "I know you can work and make a living but you should not have to. You need to go to a foster home so that you won't have to go through the abuse that you have been experiencing all these while." "I understand ma but if I am working for you, I don't mind sleeping on the couch till I make enough to be able to afford rent. I can even be paying rent to you while I stay in the same room I did last night. Ma, I am a wonderful cook and I can make excellent dishes for when your family comes over or even when your children come around. Trust me ma, they will enjoy my dishes." I tried my best to convince her but I noticed that immediately I said the word children, her face changed from that of an impressed young woman to a sad and disorganized lady. "What i
"Mom" I called out to her and she looked at me in shock. All I could see in her eyes was pain but I knew that the pain had nothing to do with me, after all, she was just looking at the picture of her husband with his mistress who was also her sister. Such a situation would have broken anyone heart and it did the same to my mother. To make matters worse, the young woman was now pregnant for him. It looked like the very worst thing that could actually happen to anybody and it was happening to her right before her very eyes. She held me and fell back into the seat that was in front of her. She had gone into shock, it was very obvious and I stood there, not knowing what to do and I rushed to get her a glass of water and gave her to drink. "Drink this, it will help you," I said and she took the water from my hand and gulped it up without saying a word. "Take in deep breaths now. In and out," I advised her again when I noticed that she was still disorganized about everything. Thankfully
"Let's get this over with," I muttered under my breath and followed my girls to a booth, while trying desperately to ignore the turning in my stomach. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be sitting in the midst of these girls who had dared me to find a stranger and make out with him. But I lived a boring life and my best friend, Ivory, had suggested that this could be the fun I had always been looking for. As soon as we sat down, I immediately regretted listening to her. We had barely sat down when my girls started looking around the room, trying to pick the best guy for me to make out with. I stared at them in disgust. How could they be excited by the idea of making out with a stranger? I prayed silently for the alcohol to arrive and as soon as it did, I down every drop of mine and even drank Ivory's own. If I was going to do this, I was not going to do it with sober eyes. Still, the alcohol did not stop my feelings of anxiety from going on a rampage and at a point I felt like hurling
"No," I muttered under my breath as I watched the man that had me screaming in pleasure a few hours ago stand in front of me with a smile on his face. "Olivia, don't just stand there, greet them," my mom said violently and I immediately greeted."Good morning sir." "Oh no, call me Xavier and one day, I hope you will be comfortable enough to call me dad." I could see why my mom had agreed to marry a man she had just met five months ago. Just like Daniel, his father was a sight to behold. He had gray hair, a sharp and admirable face and a muscular body. Everything about him looked dream worthy and it all made sense to me. "Olivia, why don't you go bring the food from the kitchen? I am sure our guest must be starving." Mom asked and all I could do was nod. I was still shocked that I had slept with my step brother. This had to be an abomination and I was sure mom would never forgive me if she found out.Rushing to the kitchen, I heaved a sigh of relief and I stood there to decide tha
The next morning, as soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Daniel sitting at the counter with a serious look on his face and I immediately felt stupid. "Of course, he is the one who did all this. And I was stupid enough to believe that he was a good person." I said to myself and angrily walked up to him. "Daniel!" I screamed while walking towards him. "Oh Olivia, thank God you are awake." He said before I could even get close to him. "Look at what I found lying on my bed when you left." He said and showed me a note.It was the same as the one I saw last night as well and it had the same picture as well. "Do not think for one second that I believe this act you are trying to put together. You did all these, didn't you?" I accused him. "What?" "I don't want to hear it but if you know what is good for you, then stay far away from me and delete these pictures." I said angrily and walked out of the house. ***We decided to go to school and ignore the eerie events of this morning and w