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The Consumed Series The Pick Up
"O?"Stirred from my dreamless sleep, I open my eyes. My eyelids are heavy as if tiny bricks hang from my lashes, so I close them again. Nausea from being woken too soon churn in my gut, and I shift on the bed, pulling the blankets higher, tucking them under my chin.A warm finger brushes softly over my cheek, pushing more sleep away. "Olivia?"I open one eye. It's dark, but I can just make out Seth's silhouette as he hangs over me."What is it? I ask, my voice husky with sleep. "Is everything okay?""I need to pick up Mom." He gently teases my cheek with his knuckle. "Do you want to come with me?"Inhaling deeply through my nose, I arch my back and stretch. "Yeah. Yes, of course."I sit up and rub my face, desperate to chase away the exhaustion plaguing me. My vision adjusts to the darkness as Seth places my clothes at the end of the bed, his car keys jingling in his hand. I shove the blankets off and swing my legs over the edge of the mattress. My hair, still damp, sticks to my back,
The Consumed Series The Bet, Part 1
I don't know if I fall asleep or not. All I know is, when I blink, the sun is higher in the sky and I'm alone in a bed much too big for one person. I sling my arm over my face with a groan. How is it morning already? I open my eyes and shoot up in the bed. Morning already! Shoot! I shove the blankets off and roll out of the bed. "Seth?" I call, rushing across the bedroom floor. "Olivia?" He appears in the door frame at the same time I do and we collide. I bounce off him with a shriek and flail. Swearing, he catches me by my shoulders and steadies me on my feet. He laughs. "What's wrong with you?"I push my hair out of my face. "What's the time?""Early," he simply says and I settle, blowing air from my cheeks. "Early? How early?" "Early enough to have breakfast together, attend my training session, then take you to work." I lift my eyebrows, then frown. It's that early? "What time do you wake up?" "Early." Smiling, he leans forward and kisses me on the lips. "Come to the kitche
The Consumed Series The Bet, Part 2
I can't get to the row of treadmills fast enough. I pick the first one, climb on without stretching, and jog. When my treadmill hits the thirty-minute mark, and the generous serving of embarrassment Dad heaped on me has melted away, I peer over at Seth. He's still in the ring with his team. While he spars, Dad watches him closely, his eyes wide with awe like a kid in a candy store. Seth and his partner touch gloves, then Seth turns away and approaches my father. Dad tugs at Seth's gloves, pulling them off his big hands, and pats him on the back.An ear-splitting whistle demands my attention. I slow my treadmill and look for the source of the noise-to Jackson who waves his arm, gesturing for me to come over. I stop the machine and drop off the end. I grab my backpack, eyeing Seth and Dad chatting over the ropes. I don't join them in fear of what my father will say next, so I go to Jackson and join him in Seth's training room."Cute babies, huh?" He gestures to a stack of long, thick mat
The Consumed Series The Team
I hiss as I catch my fingers in my wet, tangled hair. I tug them free, and my scalp burns. I thought the shower would help reduce some of the frustration that's built up under my skin. It doesn't.Then quit. I'll cover it, recalling Seth's tone grates on my nerves. I pull a face at the tiled wall, scowling as if Seth is standing right in front of me. And don't get me started on my father. My fingers catch in another tangle. I clench my teeth and rip through it, cursing the fact I had no conditioner in my locker to help with the knots. How dare he make me feel like I'm being unreasonable. He's lucky he's still allowed to come to work and participate in Seth's training.I squeeze grapefruit and pomegranate-scented soap onto a loofah and scrub under my arms and across my chest. The delightful scent emanating from the bubbles takes the edge off, easing some of my agitation.Knock. Knock. I pause, holding my loofah to my stomach."I'm showering," I call out."You think that will make me go
The Consumed Series The Bomb Drop
I run my fingers over the keyboard, desperate to stay on top of the emails, of sending the requested clinical notes exactly where they need to go. Import. Export. Attach. Type. Send. Rinse and repeat. I catch my tongue between my teeth and hold it prisoner as I get to the end of a lengthy email to an insurance company who refused to pay out on our last patient's appointment even though it was pre-approved."Excuse me." I lift my head as an elderly woman slides her slender arms along the glass top of the reception desk. "I've been waiting for over an hour. My appointment was meant to be forty minutes ago."I fake a warm smile. "Thank you for being so patient. Mason won't be much longer."With an elongated sigh, she turns away from me, and I hit send on my email. I sit back in my seat as Mason exits his therapy room with his current patient. The man, who goes by the name of Gary Voss, keeps his head down and strolls from the clinic without so much as a glance in my direction."File this,
The Consumed Series The Hospital, Part 1
My heart stops dead and my throat constricts. My veins surge in my hand which tightly grips the phone's handset. The plastic creaks and the static is a knife in my ear. A cold sweat slides from the nape of my neck and down my back as I swallow thickly, tears welling in my eyes. At the forefront of my mind, all I can see is Dad's heart breaking in his face when I made Seth deny him his trip to Boston. Has this happened because I argued with him? Did I cause him more stress than his body could handle?"Olivia?""Is..." I force a sharp pinch of air into my lungs. "I-is he okay?"Mason leans forward, planting his hands on the desk, his body softer than it was moments ago."He's okay."I gasp and fall into my seat. I swipe my hand over my forehead, then press my palm to my cheeks, encouraging blood to return to my face. My welling tears empty themselves of grief and fill with relief. I let them spill over the edge and roll down my cheek, then I swipe them away."We're at the Portland Hospit
The Consumed Series The Hospital, Part 2
"I guess I can't go to Boston now," Dad grumbles, pouting. "You're gonna have to go in my place."I frown. "I told you I can't go.""You have to. You have to go, Olly."I gesture to him lying there, hooked up to more machines than I can count. "What about you? What about-""Me?" He pulls a face, like he has no idea what I'm talking about. "What about me? I'm fine. I'm fine, aren't I, Sandra?""You're the opposite of fine," I state and he shifts in his bed, a failed attempt at sitting up."Listen to me. There's nothing for you here in Portland." He looks to Mom. "What are we gonna do for the next few weeks, hm? Hang around here with the nurses? Laze around at home?" Mom sticks her lower lip out and nods, agreeing. "Olivia, if you don't go to Boston you will regret it.""How so?"He points out the door. "You only have him to yourself for a short time amount of time. Once he goes pro, and he will, he'll belong to the world and you'll wish you made the most of the quieter times.""I don't
The Consumed Series The Right Thing
I go without Seth for six days. Training and preparing for his Boston fight against Joshua Denisov has eaten up all his time, not leaving a second spare for me. The days have dragged by. I've only been able to speak with him over the phone for the shortest slices of time. The short phone calls don't satisfy me. They don't scratch my itch or quench my thirst for his company.I've kept myself busy, running errands, coming back and forth from the hospital and my parent's house. Exhausted doesn't begin to cover it. I'm looking forward to blowing off some steam in another city since the doctor cleared Dad yesterday and Mom assures me she has everything under control.Exhaling, I arch my back and pull my phone out from where it's wedged-between my backside and the couch cushion. I shake my feet, then let them hang over the armrest as I unlock my phone and look at the time. Seth will be here in twenty minutes. Butterflies release themselves from their gilded cages, and in their excited flutte
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I lie on the bed for a while, thinking about my brother, Chase. Does he even know? Will he have time to attend his father's funeral? I think about it for hours, it feels like. In and out of focus, of exhaustion, of grief, I remain on the bed, my mind too tired to process whether or not I've slept. I must have because the next voice I hear zipping up the stairs is female."Where is she?" Shoes hit the stairs and I shoot up in bed as Selena tears through the door, her pretty face displaying every thread of grief she feels. "Olivia?"Seeing her brings memories flooding back and I burst into tears all over again. Selena rushes over to the bed and climbs on, drawing me into her hoodie-clad arms. We fall against the mattress, our limbs intertwined."I can't believe it." She sniffles, her chest vibrating as she combs her fingers through my hair. "I can't believe it, O.""He's gone," I sob. "And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.""You'll know once you get home." She holds me for a while lo
