I hope you enjoy the chapter. Did you catch her contact names for Davis and Carter? What'd you think?
Olive's P.O.V. I don't understand what compels a man to hit a woman. Is it the fact that they like to prey on the weak? Do they get pleasure from it? Is there no real remorse? "I'm here for Lisa," I told the man sternly, wiping that smile off his face completely. "She's not here." He crossed his arms, noticing the guys around me now. "I know she's not. I'm here to deliver a message from her to you. Or really from me to you." I punched him right in the throat, making him step back into the apartment, allowing us to enter. Carter closed the door behind him, locking it to the man's horror. The guy here his neck as he coughed profusely. He looked at me furiously as he pulled his fist back. I avoided his obvious punch, returning one of my own to his diaphragm. He let out of breath with groan. I beat the shit out of him, punching him, kicking him in the groin. "If you so much even look at Lisa again, I'll let these two handle you next time. Maybe you'll realize not all women are punchi
Olive's P.O.V. It seems things come faster when you're dreading them. Tonight was Lucas' last night before he leaves for his cabin trip. We decided to spend the day together just the two of us. There was a lot of fucking…and I mean a lot. He said he wanted to get his weeks worth and that when he came back he'd do it again. My legs were completely useless to me right now, having been ravished by the sex god I get to call my boyfriend. We were talking about small silly things on the couch now. Trivial matters that kept the conversation going and light. We were trying to stay happy and positive, even though it felt like Lucas was taking a piece of me with him. I know I'm being dramatic, it's only a week, but still. It's a week and we haven't been apart since his accident. It's almost been two months now. It's a big difference when you go from seeing someone every day to not at all for a week. "Favorite memory?" He asked me. "That's a hard one," I said, tapping my finger on my chin as
Olive's P.O.V. I woke up throwing up again. I hate stomach bugs, especially when I have a long drive ahead. I'll probably have to pull over a lot more if I continue to stay nauseous. This better stop before Thanksgiving because I refuse to not feel well enough to eat Hailey's family's cooking or Leo's for that matter. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the amazing car mom left me. She made sure I was taken care of before she left, maybe as her way of making up for those long years without her. I threw the suitcase in the trunk, before taking my seat. I had to adjust the driver seat, since Lucas drove last. I wish he was driving me now. Maybe next time I go, I'll take him with me and he can see where I liked to hang out. I started the playlist I created this morning for the road trip. It was a mixture of energized music and soft melancholy tunes. I wanted to wallow in missing Lucas, but also needed to not get tired. I forget how beautiful the drive home can be with the foliage
Lucas’ P.O.V. My sweet Rose arrived in her hometown a little while ago. She had been sending me texts all day about what she was up to. I snapped a picture of the hot chocolate I was drinking beside the fire with Lisa, sending it to her with a smile. Rose: You have hot chocolate, but I have joe. She replied with a picture of a cup of coffee and a big burly tattooed man that looked like he could butcher people for a living. Rose has some interesting company. Lucas: Should I be worried? Rose: Ha! No way. Joe’s my mom’s ex, my tattoo artist and my therapist all in one. You'll meet him when we come here together. I smiled, knowing she wanted me to come with her next time. I liked that she wanted to introduce me to others. She's not afraid to show me off. Lucas: And when will that be? I'm not a very patient man, you know. Rose: How about the week after championship? Lucas: Sounds perfect. I miss you. I'll let you focus on Joe now. Rose: I love you Lucas: I love you too. Rose: I
Olive's P.O.V. After talking with Joe for most of the afternoon. I decided to head to the bookstore. The one, that according to Joe, dad's girlfriend works at. He told me her name and described her in Joe terms. "Blank skin, very plain. She's got a long neck that could use some free birds. Dark hair, and a round face that screams innocence. She's young too." He told me. So now here I am, stepping inside some book shop to spy on dad's girlfriend. I wonder if she even knows about me? Has she seen any pictures of me. There was only one that hung on our walls. Any that had mom in them had been burned away when I turned 12, leaving just one hanging frame of me when I was a baby, sporting a big toothless grin. I don't think she'd be able to recognize me from that picture, even if she had seen it. I grabbed a book off a display table, flipping it and looking interested in it as I eyed the dark haired woman behind the counter. Her name was Daisy according the name tag. She had a round face
Olive's P.O.V. I felt antsy as I paced the room, knowing Ian would be coming here soon. I stared at my phone to see Lucas' contact. Why do I feel almost guilty for running into Ian? I didn't invite him over or initiate the conversation. Hell, I tried to get away. Olive: You won't believe who else I ran into today. I decided to text him about it. Then it won't feel like such a bad thing, right? My Knight: Hmm, let's see. A high school bully who saw you today, and questioned their life decisions? His answer made me let out a laugh. Olive: No, although, it would feel amazing to rub my life in some people's faces. I smiled as I texted. My Knight: I give up then, who did you run into? Olive: Ian. He was at the bookstore when I was spying on my dad's girlfriend. I sent the first message typing out the second when my phone started to vibrate in my hand. Lucas was calling me, no longer interested in texting about this…he wanted to talk. My heart raced with worry, making me feel like
Olive's P.O.V. This stomach bug, won't seem to leave me. I guess I should be grateful that it isn't making me throw up all day long. My eyes were still sticky with sleep. I was exhausted, having stayed up late talking with Ian. We spoke in person till the sun set and then we texted almost all night. Lucas and I texted all night too. He didn't get much sleep. He said he needs me in his arms to get any semblance of sleep. I let him know how things went with Ian and he said he was happy for me. I don't know how true those words are though. I think it bothers him a little that we're friends again. I'm not sure, but I hope not. #1 Best Friend: Good morning, sleepy Red. If you're anything like teenage Red, then you're still asleep. In which case, I hope this wakes you 3:) Olive: Jokes on you, I am already awake :p I texted him back, feeling happy to have my first best friend back in my life. I feel somehow whole again. Olive: Good morning, my Knight. I hope you were able to get some s
Lucas' P.O.V. **Song suggestion: Repeat Until Death by Novo Amor** Trigger Warning for topics of suicide. I was deep into her junior year. It had been complete misery for her. The bullying was relentless, and her home wasn't any better. She felt lost, depressed, and extremely lonely. She still worked with Joe, but she didn't count him as her friend, even though he was her only social interaction. My heart broke for her immensely. I can't imagine having to face everything she has been through by herself. Dear future me, If there even is a future me. I guess I should say dear future whoever is reading this. I've decided today is the last day I'm going to take the harassment at school. The last day I'll spar with dad and feel his fists on my torso. It's not worth it anymore. The ache in my chest has grown into a crater too big for me to handle. It has swallowed me whole, and immersed me in its darkness. There's no light here, no hope. I'm alone, bitterly and utterly alone. No on