All Chapters of Flowers for Olivia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I go straight to my room to take a shower, I then put on a hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans and head to the dining room for dinner. “Olivia! How are you? I haven’t seen you all weekend, I was afraid you were going to miss tonight’s dinner too.”The voice of my cousin Mike startles me as I walk in the dining room. I find him sitting at the table giving me a big kind smile as always

The first thing I do when we arrive home is to check the cars parked in front. There’s the blue BMW M8. I smile relieved, I’ll get to see him today. I go in to look for Stefan, but I don’t have to look far, he is waiting for me in the hallway.  “I’m glad to see you didn’t stay overtime today,” he says before giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Me too,

Stefan is waiting for me outside the crystal doors. I give him a thin smile and he takes my hand to walk with me back to his car. “Are you still angry at me?” He asks me as we drive away. “I’m not angry, just... frustrated,” I reply. “My parents keep secrets from me all the time, there’s so much about them I ignore... in many ways it’s like I’m l

It’s almost Sunday afternoon and I haven’t seen my mom yet. She didn’t join us for breakfast and she hasn’t come out of her room all day. I hear her walking upstairs, but that’s it. I haven’t really spoken to her after she snapped at Stefan and I was hoping we could talk about what happened, but she’s clearly not interested in spending time with her daughter. It’s like I’m all alone at home. My dad went out, I bumped into him early in the morning when I was going out for a run, he was leaving with some intruders, Stefan included, so I assume they are doing something work-related. They haven’t come back yet. 

I wake up before he does. I’m still wrapped around his arms, I move slightly to change my position, my legs feel numb. He doesn’t wake up. A warm feeling floods my chest, he looks so cute when he sleeps. I watch him for a while until I can’t hold the need to pee any longer. I’m not the kind of person that walks around with no clothes, especially in another person’s home, but he’s soundly asleep so I take my chances and run to the bathroom. It shouldn’t be a surprise, but I’m still pretty shocked by how neat the place is. It looks like a photograph from a magazine. Everything it’s in its place, the towels are