You know what guys, I'm continuing this story:)
"Olivia, are you sure you'll be fine on your own in there?" Wen hollered through the cream-colored door. I held my contracting stomach and threw up for the third time now. I tried to catch my breath, but failed miserably. I swear this is so much more tiring than an hour's worth of proper exercise. I've been feeling sick since yesterday; right after the band saw him for the first time in a couple years. My head was panicking, my stomach was doing curl-ups on its own and my heart was pounding out of anxiety. It doesn't help at all that my throat is strained and wounded because of my continual vomiting. When I saw him yesterday, I felt everything coming back to me. It was like a horrible scrapbook of memories-only the photos in it are of me in constant pain and grief. I tried replacing the photos with brighter, happier ones, but it seems that they're stuck in there for all eternity to keep me grounded and to remind me that I am that girl, and will forever be that girl, in those pictures.
Round 5. I'm panting now. "I-I'll be alright." Lie. I turned the icy cold faucet on and rinsed my mouth clean. "Liv, this is too much. You'll get severe dehydration if this keeps going," he advised. Of course. Typical Wen, being the caring doctor. "I told you, I can handle it." Lie. I rested my elbows on the sink and breathed out heavily.
"Open the door, Olivia."
"Why?"
"I said open the door," he demanded.
Out of frustration, I washed my face vigorously and opened the door wide. "And I said I can take care of myself. Why don't you trust me?" My voice croaked. A lump is forming in my throat now. And it hurts so bad. "I do trust you." He pulled me close and delicately kissed my forehead. "Don't you ever think that," he said in a soft, soothing voice. "It's just that I care too much to leave you all alone in there. I won't forgive myself if you collapsed on the floor or hit your head." His muscular hands gently gripped my forearms. I couldn't help but smile. He sighed. "I'm sorry." I allowed my head to rest on his chest. "Me too. I really am. Thank you for staying."
After dinner, we watched movies and just chilled on the couch. It was a pretty hard day—I just wanted to relax. Halfway through our second movie, he looked at me. It was a different look. One that says 'I'm extremely worried and concerned about your well-being' or something similar. It scared me. I wonder, what's he really thinking this exact moment? "Just know that I'll always have your back, alright?" My eyes widened slightly. He's constantly surprising me with his random statements. I do not like where this is going. "I already do, honey." I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. He silenced for a short while. He took my hand and kissed it, resting his head on top of mine in content.
"Would you mind telling me what's up with you and Ray?"
I froze and shut my eyes. Please, not now. I kept cool and breathed calmly. "There's nothing to talk about," I said as nonchalantly as possible. "Oh. Okay. It's just that you're extra jumpy around him. I just know that he was an ass to us back in high school," he chimes in. Then he faced me, as if he deciphered a riddle. "Are you frightened by him?"
I prop myself up, panicking faintly. "Huh? No, of course not." I softly gasped for air. "Why would you... why..." Something wet was on my face, blurring my vision. I didn't realize I was crying until he wiped my tears with his hands.
He cupped my face gently. "Olivia, what is it?"
I swallowed hard, wiping my face and rubbing my tired eyes. "Wen, I have to tell you something."
"Okay," he whispered. "I'm listening."
I worked up the courage to stop tearing and let everything out. I grabbed a ruby red throw pillow and placed it on my lap. "You came to Mesa High when you were a sophomore, right? That's when we met."
"Yeah," he muttered, his brows creasing and having no idea where this story is going.
"When I was a freshman," I gulped. I mumbled something almost inaudible although I thought it was clear enough for him.
Wen came closer. "What was that? I couldn't understand."
I breathed deeply. I didn't think I could say it twice.
"When I was a freshman... Ray and I were together."
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