Olivia's POV
I tried so hard to make yesterday special for Sarah. Going back to the cemetery was hard on me, but I know Sarah needed it. It was closure, finality. We finally saw that it was just us. And it was important to me; I had to take care of her now. I was all she had. I called Heather this morning to ask if she'd be willing to watch Sarah. She seemed really excited about it. She's going to start on Monday. I think this will help Sarah out some too. Maybe her moods will even out and she won't have as many outbursts as she's been having with me. Please let Heather help her. I need someone who can get through to her. It's like I have to interrogate her to get her to tell me how she's feeling or what's wrong. She was never like that when she was little. She always told you what was on her mind and how she felt. What happened that had changed that. Right after her mom had died, she still told me how she felt and then all of the sudden about a week after the funeral she stopped talking at all. She shut herself off from me. And that's how we've been living the last year, I talk, she doesn't answer. I know she thinks about her mom, but she won't talk about her anymore. I know she has questions, but I can't make her ask them. I wish she would talk to me like she used to; tell me what's on her mind. Elliot said it would take time and I know it will. But it's been a year and I still don't know what she thinks about, or why sometimes she cries at night. I hear her but I never go in her room. I can hear her whispering but I know if I went in, she would shut herself up again. Maybe that's her release, crying alone, but who wants to cry alone. Why would you want to cry alone when there's someone who can hold you.
Sarah's POV
Yesterday meant a lot to me. I hadn't been to the cemetery with Olivia since we buried my mom there last year. It was different from all the times I had snuck off on my own and gone. Being there with her changed things, I didn't feel as alone as I did when I went there alone. She doesn't know that I go there on my own. I don't think she would like that idea very much. She doesn't like me going places in the city on my own. I hope having Heather stay with me won't make me lose my weekly trips to the cemetery to talk to my mom. I think Heather will understand why I go, but I don't think Olivia will. She never understands me. After mom died she made such a big deal of me telling her how I felt, but after a while it seemed like she was just doing it so I would talk to her and not because she wanted to know how I felt. I know she cares, but she tries so hard to be like my mom… it only makes it hurt more. She's not my mom; she's just Olivia…my mom's friend.
Olivia's POV
This weekend went by without much conversation between the two of us. I'm taking off early today so I can be at home when Sarah gets home. She doesn't know that Heather is coming today. I was hoping to surprise her and make her smile. I miss seeing her smile.
Heather and I have been waiting for Sarah for an hour now. She should have been home by now. I'm starting to get worried. I pace back and forth waiting, and Heather sits watching the clock on the wall. Finally, I hear the key in the door. I'm standing in front of it when she opens the door.
Heather's POV
I was so excited about staying with Sarah. I had missed seeing her since her mom had died and my occasional trip to see her never seemed like enough and it always broke my heart when she cried when I had to leave. She should be home by now. It's already four and her school gets out at two thirty. Olivia is pacing around the room. I can tell she's worried. Sarah's home. Olivia doesn't look very happy.
Sarah's POV
The look on Olivia's face when I walked in the door made me want to turn around and run. I managed to stutter out," What are you doing here? You should still be at work?" She said," I came home to surprise you. Where have you been?" I couldn't tell her. This was my secret. This was what I did every Monday. I never came home right after school on Monday. She was never here to know before so it never mattered what time I got home just as long as I was home before six or so which was normally about the earliest she would ever come home. I just looked down and refused to answer her.
Olivia's POV
I looked down at her waiting for an answer, but none came. I asked again, this time with my most authoritative voice," Where have you been?" She still didn't answer me. She was looking down at her feet. I put my hand under her chin and raised her head so she was looking me in the eyes. I sat there looking at her. I could see that she was hiding something. I said," You can either answer me or you can go to your room and stay there until I tell you, you can come out." I figured with the threat of being grounded she would tell me where she had been, but she jut turned and walked to her room and slammed the door behind herself. Normally I would never let the slamming door go, but I didn't want to pick that fight right now, and I had to get back to work. I asked," Sorry to leave you like this but will you be okay with her Heather?" She told me they'd be fine and she'd talk to me.
Sarah's POV
I slammed my door as I walked into my room. I waited for her to come get on to me, but when she didn't I knew exactly why she hadn't, she had to go to work, again. I laid there on my bed trying not to cry. Work was always more important than I was; it always came first. I heard a softy knock on the door. I knew Olivia was gone so there was only one other person it could be. I said," you can come in." Heather opened the door and walked in. She sat down on the bed beside me and asked," Do you want to tell me where you were this afternoon?" I asked," You promise not to tell Olivia?" She said," I don't know. It depends on where you go." I surprised her with my answer," the cemetery." She asked," Why are you afraid to tell her that's where you go?" I said as a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye," She would never understand."