This is a topic very near and dear to my heart. It's hard to know what someone is really going through. I recently lost a friend to suicide. None of us were expecting it, so it hit us all hard. PLEASE if you are feeling this way, get some help. Know you're not alone.
Olive's P.O.V.Ian's familiar Dutch colonial styled, white house with red shutters and bright red door came into view as I reached the end of the dirt road path. I missed this place with it's lush green grass, no matter the time of year, such soft grass you'd think you were walking on clouds. I parked, taking a deep breath, and calming my twirling stomach. I don't know why part of me was scared of entering that house. I was scared of the feelings it would stir inside me again. The want for a normal family, for the loving embrace of a nice family.I headed towards the door, knocking on the thick cold metal. I could hear Ian yelling "coming" as he approached the door. It swung open to reveal his tousled hair and kind smile. A smile that wrinkled the sides of his eyes in merriment. He was happy to see me."Welcome back to my humble abode." He gestured with his arm to come in. I stepped past him greeted by the toasty heat. Mrs. Daniels always kept it warm in here during the colder months.
Olive's P.O.V. I spent the rest of my time in Ian's house with the thought gnawing away at me. Is there a baby growing in me right now? Am I going to have a baby the same age as my soon to be brother? What do I do? I had such a strong urge to run out of Ian's house, buy a test and pee over the damn stick. I wanted to know right now, right this very second. Instead I helped Caterina with dinner. I helped set the table up with Ian, and sat to eat with them, making small talk with Donald. It was a very pleasant evening. One I would have enjoyed a lot more if I wasn't worried about carrying another life in me. I found myself looking at my flat stomach with great curiosity. "What's up with you?" Ian asked me as we were clearing the table. "What do you mean?" "You seemed distracted all throughout dinner." I currently hate that he can still pick up on my emotions so easily. "I don't know what you mean." I shrugged my shoulders, meandering towards the kitchen. "Oh come on, Red, talk to
Olive's P.O.V. **Song Suggestion as you read: I Get To Love You by Ruelle** Forcing my eyes to focus I saw Lucas' contact flash across my screen. I sleepily answered, pressing the cold glass of the screen against my face. "Hello?" "I'm here, Rose. What room are you in?" He asked quickly. I sat up so fast my head spun for a moment. "Room 2," I finally answered. I heard the phone go silent, seeing Lucas had hung up. I walked to my room door, opening it to see him making his way towards me. My eyes instantly watered at the sight of him. I missed him so much even though it had only been a couple of days. I couldn't help myself. I found my legs running towards him, and my arms crazily wrapping themselves around his neck. I held him tight as his arms hugged around my waist and pulled me close. He picked me up, allowing my legs to hook around his waist as he walked us towards my room. He closed the door behind him, laying me gently on the bed. His intense brown eyes looked down at
Lucas' P.O.V. **Song Suggestion: The Story by Davis Naish**I have my Rose in my arms again. Her sweet scent chased away any and all sadness that had crept inside me in her absence. She was warm, perfect and somehow mine. She had calmed herself after a while. I hated to hear her cry, but something tells me it wasn't because she was sad.We're having a baby.I don't think I've ever gotten news that has elated me so much as I did today. Yes it's extremely early.. extremely. Who wouldn't be worried in this position? It's insane, yet I'm so excited. Picturing a child with Rose is something I can't stop doing now. I bet if it's a gril she'll have a sweet round face like Rose with those piercing blue eyes and fiery red hair. She'll have my nose and my lips, and maybe even my height.I can picture a little boy with my blonde hair, but with her curls and thickness. Of course, I keep hoping they'll have her eyes, maybe shaped like mine, but colored like hers. Whatever they come out looking li
Olive's P.O.V. Cat and I finished making breakfast, and brought it out to the dining room. I felt the awkward tension between Lucas and Ian as I entered. I was hoping they'd hit it off, but it seems to be taking longer for them to get along than I would like. Lucas met my eyes with a smile, causing my heart to flutter. He pulled a chair out for me and I sat happily. Lucas waited until I made my plate before making his own. He was being more than courteous. Breakfast was awkward at first, but once Donald entered it became a big social event. He helped make Lucas feel welcome and ease the tension around us. I was thankful he was here. We all sat around taking and laughing with empty plates in front of us for a while. I felt so extremely lucky at the moment until the bacon grease hit me and I had to bolt for the bathroom. I felt Lucas and Ian chasing after me in concern. There goes my delicious breakfast. I felt Lucas hold my hair and rub my back again. I hated that he was seeing all
Olive's P.O.V. "I see why you guys hung out so much here." Lucas said as he looked out towards the coast at my and Ian's favorite spot. I would still come here even after Ian moved, but it only made me feel lonlier. I hadn't been here myself since sophomore summer. A cold breeze carried the salty ocean air to my nose, making me take a deep breath. I missed that smell. The only thing I smell in New York is the stench of garbage mixed with the urine in the alleyway. There's no fresh air in New York, just the millions of smells intermingled into one stench. "It's beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. I loved the tickle of his breath on my neck as we watched the waves crash in. "I'm glad you could see it. Thank you for coming home early," I told him, placing my hands over his. "I'll come running any time you need me, Rose." I nodded, not able to say anything more. I focused on this moment, on the feel of him holding m
Olive's P.O.V. That second where we all froze in shock felt like it lasted an eternity only to play again at double the speed. Dad swiveled back around, his fist drawn back and ready to hit Lucas in the throat. I pulled on Lucas' shirt, forcing him back so that dad's punch missed. Due to the lack of contact, Dad had to take a step forward so as not to fall. He had put a lot of power behind that punch. I dragged Lucas further back away from Dad. I'd like for my child's father to not be killed by my own. Dad looked at me with narrowed eyes and for a moment I think he contemplated hitting me too. Daisy gasped, thrown off by the whole debacle playing before her. "I'm calling the police," she said, rushing to dad's side and looking at us like we were in the wrong. Oh Daisy, if you only knew. I could tell that this whole thing only made her believe me less. I signed realizing that what I had set out to accomplish would not be happening. I looked at her and her little baby bump, worried
Olive's P.O.V. **Song Suggestion: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last** "Merry Christmas, Rose." Lucas woke me up with a small present. He sat at the edge of the bed with an excited smile. "Open it." I rubbed my eyes, sitting up and grabbing the box. It was small, but had a beautiful red ribbon with printed roses on it. I untied the ribbon, slowly opening the box to reveal another smaller, black, velvet box. I furrowed my brow as I opened it. Inside was a beautiful rose ring with a large center stone in the center of the rose. The rings band had delicate and dainty leaf and twig style motifs. It was stunningly beautiful, but it looked like an engagement ring. I went to look at him to ask if he realized what he had gotten, but when I looked up I found him on one knee beside the bed. My eyes widened and my heart began to race. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but God was I ready for him to ask. "Olive Brewer, you are the light of my life. The sun that I revolve around. You are eve