TRIGGER WARNING: There's a brief mention of sexual assault.
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Olivia and Abby sprinted across campus from Abby's student living area. Normally Olivia is on time for class. However, that is when she doesn't have to wait for Abby.
"Damn, I thought you'd grow out of being late. Thinking about it, I don't even know why you were always so late at alexander" Olivia shook her head at Abby and continued their miniature race.
Neither of these ladies claimed to be a track star, but it was pretty impressive how they ran across the campus without breaking a sweat.
"I used to barricade my door in the morning. Ms. Elsie was built like a linebacker but somehow wasn't strong enough to push the door if the dresser was against it." Abby snickered as they entered the lecture hall.
Olivia hushed Abby and took her seat. Always the one closest to the screen. And Michael.
"Ms. Pope," Professor Beene greeted with a smile and then dropped it when Abby sat next to Liv. "Whelan."
Abby smirked; she was fixing her mouth to say something smart-mouthed.
"Hello," Olivia spoke over her. Abby must've thought Beene was bluffing when he threatened her last week.
Cyrus, cut his eyes at Abby and redirected softer ones to Olivia. They had a genuine relationship, mostly because the good professor refused to let Olivia become a workaholic. The first week of university, Olivia threw herself into a mountain of work, joining any club to keep herself occupied. It worked for a little bit until Cyrus gave her a low grade after missing a couple of case assignments. Beene made sure the grade didn't stick, but after that, Olivia took advantage of office hours and dropped three clubs.
"Keep up the good work, Olivia. And stay away from this one," he commented, taking his place at the screen.
Olivia chuckled, shaking her head, while Abby pretended to know what was going on in today's lesson.
Since the year was coming to an end, they ran through the facts of an old case.
"What were Elizabeth's fault mistakes when she took the stand?" Cyrus asked. Olivia was his first choice to call on. But he reserved that and went to the raised hand behind her. "Let's hear it."
Melody stood up, addressing the class; Olivia didn't bother turning around whatever she was about to say is wrong.
"Elizabeth lied about the argument she and Martin had that day. Lisa overheard it. The prosecution had a witness, and she wasn't prepared." Mellie said confidently, sitting back down.
"Stand up," he gestured. "now can someone tell me why melody is wrong?"
Mellie looked embarrassed, but she remained standing.
Abby stood up, which caused Liv to smile and frown simultaneously.
"Girlie is wrong because she just tried to use hearsay as an argument, and Lizzie's mistake was lying about how to get to the bathroom where Martin's body was found. The prosecution will argue that she's lived in the house for 6 years and can't describe the entrance and exit to a place she frequents." Abby sat down with a self-satisfied smile on her face.
He couldn't show his initial shock, but Abby would have been the last person he'd thought have the right answers.
"very good," Cyrus quipped, wanting to move on.
"Is that all I get?"
"Yes, now next question," he smirked. Pulling up another slide.
Fitz sat comfortably in the dean's office, who didn't look particularly amused, but Fitz seemed over the moon. This is a unique situation, and normally Fitz and Dean Coleman wouldn't be having this conversation. We're one-and-a-half semesters into the year, and spring break is approaching. Still, Big jerry worked every connection he had to get Fitz to this meeting.
Dean Coleman glanced at Fitz and continued typing away on his desktop. "Are you sure we can't fit you in next year? I see here you have excellent grades. An impressive GPA- I only worry that you may fall behind." He is genuinely concerned. "I'm afraid it could challenging for you, especially on a competitive campus like ours."
"Listen, I'm 21. You don't have to act like I'm some first-year student; I know the works, and I'm fine with catching up. Now I need my schedule, and I'll be on my way to class..." Fitz checked his watch. noting it was 10:30 am; he's already missed 25 minutes of the lecture. "Don't wanna be too late," he quipped, grabbing the slip looking t over quickly before leaving the main building.
Perfect, this would be the only in-person class of the day, and he'd start fresh tomorrow. That was dean Coleman's original suggestion after seeing the large check written out to him. Although Fitz advised against it, he had urgent matters that couldn't wait.
He's waited long enough.
This campus was different; it smelled of wealth and arrogance, which Fitz is all too familiar with but chooses not to abuse. Some students lingered in the grassy knolls next to the brick building. Leading to building A.
When he made it to the lecture hall, Fitz slipped in undetected, so he thought. Too often, his professors had to reprimand him for his tardiness. To sail smoothly, he'd have to stay on their good side.
"Mr. Grant," Cyrus Beene's voice sounded, causing a slew of heads to turn. Olivia's the first one.
Her head craned up and to the side.
How could she have not noticed?
Fitz was sitting up one seat to the left of her. Those seats have been empty for two semesters. And he's sitting there. This almost felt like a dream. Olivia pinched her arm. Looking to Abby with fearful eyes
Nope. Wide awake.
"Why are you coming in here late?" Beene asked.
Fitz cleared his throat, glancing down at Olivia, who had already turned her back. "I just got my schedule today."
His brows furrowed "you realize you're 6 months and thirty-three minutes late?" He asked rhetorically. Cyrus knew Fitz was coming; it wouldn't be him if he didn't give Fitz a hard time. "Just don't fail."
Laughter broke out, and professor Beene silenced them with a quick wave of his hand, and he continued with the last few minutes of the class.
She cut her eyes at Fitz; he'd been waiting in the hall for her. She walks fast, he thought. Fitz never remembered her walking this fast...maybe that was because they were always sided by the side, holding hands. He didn't have to chase her...because he already had her.
"Livvie, please."
Olivia's steps never faltered until they got outside. Fitz was persistent. There was no way he was gonna let her get away- not again.
She stopped on the side of the brick building, out of view of students and campus security, then she slapped him as hard as possible. His hand flew to his cheek, rubbing his stinging flesh.
"Why are you stalking me" she yelled in a whisper, lunging forward and then taking a considerable step back.
"I'm not; I go here."
"No, you don't; you got your daddy to pull some strings, and that's why you're here," she said matter-of-factly. Not missing a beat.
"Livvie, I'm sorry. I'm here to make it up to you."
"Don't ever call me that. I hate you, and I'm not being dramatic. I Hate you" with that; she stormed off in the direction of Abby.
Fitz held his cheek, both stunned by the slap and her words. A few months ago, Fitz would have just guessed she was hurt somehow that evolved into anger. A hot slap across the face, angry.
Fitz opened the Refridgerator, gabbing a glass pitcher of orange juice. He needed a break after non-stop studying. Fitz hadn't been at Harvard but a week and was already starting to feel the pressure from his professors'. He can't afford to fail, not after paying a whole year's tuition and then some. It's probably illegal to enroll this late in the year and irresponsible to take on majors he has zero knowledge in, not his smartest moment. Fitz can admit he hasn't been thinking with his head, at least not for the last 6 months.
6.5 months earlier
Fitz pulled up the driveway; he hadn't gotten a chance to look at his phone the entire night.
That's the last time he'll play to the dutiful son at one of big Jerry's events. And to top it off, his father was late.
Fitz smiled at the miss calls from Olivia; he missed her and didn't know how he would survive the first few months. They'll be settling into college life and promised not to be overbearing. But still, a phone call here and there and scheduled face-times will have to work. At least until after the first semester.
Fitz played the single voicemail. "I wanted to call and say this, but I guess you're away from the phone. We should break up; we have different wants and expectations. I don't wanna be disappointed." A chill ran down his spine, and his heart stopped beating for a split second. He replayed the message.
Olivia sounded devastated, and he could tell whatever it was, hurt her just as bad as this message wounded him.
"Olivia, please call me back. I don't know what happened- talk to me, please."
It had been an hour since Fitz heard the voicemail, and an invisible weight just wouldn't let him move; his head felt too heavy to hold. Tears stained his cheeks as he stared into the darkness.
"Liv, I'm calling again; I figured you're just asleep, but when you get this, call me, please."
Message after message, Fitz finally went inside.
It wouldn't be until the morning when Fitz learns why Olivia suddenly walked away. That dinner was coming back in spades.
He wanted to be here sooner, but as so it happens, it's a lot harder to get into an ivy league school without a little help from high places.
Fitz snapped from his stupor. "Shit," he breathed regarding the time. If he doesn't get a move on now, he'll be late.
Cyrus is still welcoming students when Fitz arrives. Olivia's seat is empty; it didn't take long for Fitz to spot Olivia smiling and giggling with the TA, Michael. As Fitz was walking to his seat, Abby mean-mugged him, but he was used to that and appreciated the acknowledgment. Beene called for everyone to be seated, and Olivia found Fitz once again sitting above her; she hated how close he was because she could smell his cologne.
A sexy scent that always brought a smile to her face and sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to squeeze her legs together. Olivia didn't look at him, another way of keeping that ache in check, and then she'd glance at Michael. Which for a moment would extinguish the fire burning in her.
"I hope we all read the last hundred pages of the prosecution's argument. This may not be a real case, but your future client is suffering, and most importantly, your grade is on the line." Cyrus announced,
An annoyed, Olivia slouched, taking out her notes and pens. She didn't say a word to Fitz and tried her hardest not to even look at him. He had a smirk plastered on his face. Watching her every move. And right before Mr. Beene began,
Fitz leaned over, asking: "Can I borrow a pen?"
Olivia, of course, ignored him. "asshole," she Mumbled. Fitz chuckled, sitting back.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder; it was Mellie...offering him g2 pilot pen. However, he declined, whispering he had found one. Mellie sat back, obviously abashed.
The entire time his eyes were fixed on Olivia while Mellies were fixed on him. Olivia might've been the only one paying attention. Raising her hand every time. She never got a question wrong.
"Okay," Cyrus clasped his hands together, rubbing. "Somebody besides Olivia, tell me why the prosecution has a stronger case?"
Mellie rolled her eyes, raising her hand. Cyrus overlooked her hand, searching the room for another hand. Whatever rivalry lIv and he had, he wasn't going to help it.
Fitz chuckled, which earned him a stern look from Olivia. He wiped that smile off his face. But on the inside, he was beaming. That was the first time she looked at him during a 55 minute class, making him warm.
Fitz cleared his throat and stood up, "Well, Elizabeth had the best motives, means, and opportunity-"
"Don't throw buzz words at me. Just give me an answer." Beene warned as he sipped his bitter dark roast.
"Right...Martin was planning on speaking against Liz's business. She didn't want that, and she flew into a murderous rage, hitting Martin over the head with her golf club. Causing him to drown in the bathwater. Exhibit A the bloody golf club with Elizabeth's confirmed fingerprints." he held up the photographed club, showing off a little bit. He obviously had Olivia's attention and didn't want to mess this up. "Martin lived in the west wing of the mansion- so why was he taking a bath in Elizabeth's master bathroom?"
"well said, moving on can someone tell me the defenses side and try to disprove everything Fitzgerald presented"
Fifteen minutes later, Fitz watched Olivia and Michael leave class, hand in hand.
"Fitzgerald," Cyrus nodded his head, signaling for Fitz to follow him. He noticed Fitzgerald's stare and wanted to take him out of his misery.
"How's your father?"
"He's good. I haven't spoken to him yet. How's Janet?" Fitz asked, referring to Cyrus' wife of 25 years. There wasn't much he knew about the woman or Cyrus for that matter; they spoke briefly in California. and before Fitz left for Cambridge, Big jerry told Fitz to expect Cyrus and that he would look out for him
Cyrus smacked his lips, smirking slightly. "She's perfect. Happier about the move than I expected."
"Yeah," Fitz looked around as if all Cambridge was in the room. "It's different than California."
"Substantially." Cyrus agreed. "I see you're doing well, especially for your first week-"
"Just barely, I should have wait until next year. I feel stupid. Everything is different from what I want to do, and the person I miss is gone." He said dejectedly.
The older man smirked, catching Fitz's words. "You came for her," he said matter-of-factly. "Olivia, she's a great girl. What did you do?"
He bowed his head. "I don't know, I tried to talk to her, and she slapped me. I can't blame her, but I think it's more."
"My brightest student and I don't say that often, whatever happened, you should ease up on her. I've seen her stressed out her mind, and I never want her to suffer like that again." The professor pulled out a large textbook and slid it across the desk.
"Time and space," Cyrus stated
Fitz nodded, grabbing the book before reaching for the door. "Is she dating him?" halfway, hoping Olivia was trying to make him jealous with a little public affection.
"Looks like it," he said callously.
"I figured"
Fitz dropped his head as he left his professor's office. Checking his watch and realizing he had at least 30 minutes to kill before his next class starts. Olivia didn't seem interested in him anymore. It bothered him; how quickly she got over him unless she's really good at pretending. Across campus was a cute coffee shop that offers wireless internet access and big, bench-like tables that several people can gather around.
"You have got to be kidding me," Fitz mumbled, watching Michael take the order of the young lady that is ahead of him. He contemplated jumping out of line, but it was too late now because both men are having a staring contest before the barista breaks the silence.
"What can I get for you?" Michael asks. Breaking the awkward silence.
"large black coffee," Fitz says flatly as he pulls out a small bill. Eyeing the kid up and down, thinking: he doesn't look like Olivia's type. Mostly because Fitz wanted to be Olivia's only preference.
In a little booth tucked away in the corner of the coffee house. Fitz skimmed a set of notes; Beene's class was easy, mainly because he knew his father. But the others were not letting up. His attention was taken from the stack of papers when a perky brunette slid into the seat across from him.
She's bold
"Hey..." shit! I can't think of her name.
"Melody. Mellie," she said, extending her hand.
"Right, law 101."
The corners of her mouth curled. "That's me, Fitzgerald, right."
"Right...well, I prefer Fitz."
"And I prefer Mellie. So what's got you so stressed?" she asked absentmindedly. It's the last two months of the year, and he came six months late. Everything is stressful.
"What everyone is stressed about. Finals- shit I wasn't here for." There was a comfort she provided him. It wasn't close to Olivia's, but she gave off a luke-warm vibe.
"So are you passing Cyrus the unholy?" she joked, causing him to smirk.
"Just barley, you?"
She simply nodded, pondering her next question, "what are you doing tonight?"
Fitz pointed to the pile of papers sprawled out before him as he sipped the now warm drink.
Mellie glanced at the mess, shaking her head lightly "why don't you come to this party...with me."
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not really a party person" He's caught her staring too many times, not to know that she likes him. And hanging out with random girls is what got him in trouble with Olivia in the first place.
"Okay, think about it like this. I'll help you study, and in return, you come and party with me and a few friends. It's off-campus." Mellie picked up a few pages looking over the contents.
Peering at the time, he haphazardly piled the documents up to and stuffed them in his bag. "I'll think about it."
"Here's my number, don't think about it- just come," Mellie giggled, handing him a folded-up piece of paper.
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Olivia carried a bowl of popcorn to the off-white sofa. Plopping down next to an exhausted Michael. He came over after his shift. Actually, he's here every night. Olivia likes having him around. Abby's always out partying; Olivia expected her best friend to grow out of getting wasted every weekend. Unfortunately, it hadn't happened yet.
Smiling at the sight before him, Olivia dressed in satin pajama shorts and a champagne-colored camisole. Michael threw his arm over her shoulder.
"That Fitz guy came into the shop today," he said, randomly.
Olivia turned her head, cheeks full of popcorn, "did he say something to you?"
"Nope just ordered a black coffee. He was with Melody."
"Oh, well, I don't care." Olivia shrugged, paying attention to the movie.
"You didn't tell me about him...he's your ex, right?"
"No...well yes, I don't want to talk about it, watch the movie" she shushed him and grabbed another handful of the salty goodness.
Shaking his head slightly. Michael wanted to continue the conversation but knew she wasn't budging on it. Not tonight, at least.
Over at Robbie's house, the music is blasting, and the house was so full the floorboards might cave in. Melody and Fitz gingerly walk into the raging party. She's fingered his hand twice now and hasn't thought once about holding her hand or showing her any attention to give her the wrong idea.
Fitz went out against his better judgment. In California, he only went to parties if he knew everyone there. So he wouldn't be standing there like the odd-ball. Like he's doing now. Mellie greeted damn near every guy in the party, but every girl was giving her dirty looks.
"Are you nervous?" Melody asked, handing him a mixed drink of some sort.
"Not at all, just tired." He drank the mixture, trying to lighten up a bit. Whatever filled that cup wasn't anything to be sipping on; it tasted like diabetes in a cup. Fitz left the cup where he found it.
"This is Robbie's house; he's in my political science class."
Nodding his head, she talked the entire time as they migrated around the crowded house. Finally, they stopped, taking refuge in the kitchen.
"Fitzgerald," The voice snarled.
His eyes darted towards the redhead standing in the doorway. With her arms folded across her chests, resembling an angry mother.
"Abigail," Fitz snarks.
"You're a bastard. You know that"
"Abby!" Mellie scolds. Puzzled about what's happening here.
"Shut up," Abby says, putting her hand on her face. While simultaneously getting in Fitz's. "Why would come here, after that bullshit you pulled. You really are a jerk."
"Abb-" He could tell she was drunk, and Fitz didn't particularly like drunks people, and he didn't like Abby even more. She's a jealous, hateful bitch. His exact words.
"No, shut up. You broke Liv's heart, and now you're parading around with this slut."
"Abby! He shouts over the music, "I'm not dating her, and if you stop yelling at me. I came back for Olivia, so you need to have your facts straight before you start attacking me." He scoffs,
Mellie is off to the side with a bewildered expression across her face.
"I don't care why you came back; just stay away from Olivia. You've done enough" Abby's always had a flair for dramatic exits. She pushed past Fitz and stuck her tongue out at Mellie. Like a child.
"What a bitch" Mellie says
"I gotta go," Fitz says before leaving Mellie in the kitchen.
Sunday night was a blur, and Monday morning didn't feel any different.
Fitz got up and dressed with little time to eat breakfast. He's not really much of a cook, but he can make a good ham and cheese omelet.
Across town, Olivia was dragging out of bed. Mindlessly rubbing her eyes as she entered her kitchen. Sighing as she inspects the contents of her almost empty refrigerator. She really has to find time to shop. If she's not eating at home, she's ordering take-out or taking advantage of the campus's dining hall. Breakfast is usually unsugared oatmeal. However, an omelet will have to do for today.
Grabbing 4 large eggs, Olivia cracks them into a bowl and whisks in the handful of cheese. She pours the mixture into a hot skillet. Folding each side as the eggs start to firm up.
She eats while checking her emails, looking for anything of importance. An email from her father- he's still trying to convince her to come to Washington for summer vacation. The last time she did, they barely spent any time together. Not that she's torn up about it. But she has other plans in mind.
After a leisure breakfast, Olivia showered and brushed her teeth. She didn't do much with her hair besides tossing it up in a bun. Dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and long sleeve black shirt. The student grabs her keys and heads for the door.
Fitz bobs the head of his action figure Olivia gifted him over 10 months ago and left his spacious apartment.
Michael always arrives before the rest of the class as a teacher's assistant. Michael is in charge of setting up the speakers and microphone for professor Beene. Cyrus was sure to add a couple of other tasks to his already long list. Michael doesn't mind as long as he can receive his credits and not worry about debt. Unlike his peers, Michael didn't have a lump sum of money and family status; he had to assert himself in other ways.
Since he's on a full ride provided to him by a donor family, Michael works to fly back and visit his family during the Holidays. And uses the rest to go to off-campus events.
Michael hummed a tune while he pulled the screen down and dimmed the lights. Before he did all that, he wrote Olivia and a little love note.
"Can't wait to see you tonight. You're amazing." And he wrote, "the sun sets in your eyes" it was all mushy, but it always meant a lot to her.
As professor Beene and students poured into the class, Michael took his seat, sitting three seats below Olivia and in perfect range of the board so he could flip through the slides.
"Good morning," Cyrus announced, "we're watching a trial, and I want you to take notes. Some-not all will be on the final." Cyrus noticed Olivia's empty seat.
On the other hand, Fitz was there bright and early; he noticed the note and snatched it as he walked by. It was a very juvenile thing to do. Though, he doesn't care.
"Yikes," he said to himself, and instead of putting it back, he bawled it up and stuffed it in his pocket.
Soon Olivia and Abby popped in-only 5 minutes late. Olivia didn't stop to greet Michael; she wanted to be in her seat before Cyrus started the video.
Getting Abby up this morning was a task in itself. Now passing Abby off as sober would be another chore. Olivia wanted Abby to stay home, but her attendance is already questionable, and her father and she quotes him on this "I'm not paying for an education you aren't even getting," John Whelan wasn't going to keep giving Abby chances.
Olivia glanced at Abby, who's wearing a huge pair of sunglasses-Cyrus was bound to notice her, and he isn't afraid to call her out in front of the whole class.
Olivia thanked the heavens when professor Beene started the film without questions about Abby and her condition. After class, Olivia will take her home.
/
Later in the day, Olivia enjoys the spring heat warming her skin, summer is closing in, and that's something to celebrate. She's also worried about Abby, and she thought...hoped that a new scenery would allow Abby to grow up. Abby is always down a dangerous path. Whether it's strange men or excessive drinking, she's gonna have a rude awakening when her father finds out. The redhead is already suffering through student housing and insignificant allowance. How far is she going to push her father before he gives up?
Sometimes Olivia wishes she could do that- give into her bad habits, but she isn't sure how strong she is to pull herself out. She definitely doesn't trust Abby to be a voice of reason. So, for now, Olivia will spend weekends with Michael or vigorously studying and preparing for the next test.
Olivia rolled her eyes, ridding her head of thoughts. She pulled out a copy of "The mothers" and started reading the novel.
Fitz spotted Olivia in the quad; she was seated away from the grass; he smiled, thinking of her pesky grass allergy. Fitz moves closer to where she is until he's completely blocking the sun from her view- causing her to look up. And their eyes meet...Fitz swears they have a moment, briefly. His blue eyes staring into her large brown orbs.
They breathe simultaneously, not realizing they were both holding it.
"What?" Olivia speaks finally. Knocking Fitz out of his dreamland. He can easily get lost in her eyes even when a fire burns in them.
"I came to apologize. This has been a weird 9 weeks, and we haven't really talked, not that I blame you. If you could hear me out?" He pleads, taking the seat next to her when she moves her bag to the ground.
Everything in her was saying leave, but a small part of her wanted to hear his explanation, just like that night. Olivia would probably never say it out loud, but she misses him. However, when he's around, she can still hear Big Jerry's venomous words echoing in her head.
She nodded but didn't close the book in her hand.
"That girl, Julia. I didn't kiss her willingly. She kissed me, and I didn't even know there was a video until weeks later. I'm sorry you saw that; I should have said something before. Liv, you know me, I wouldn't do that...not to us. Please forgive me-give us another chance." He pled in a trembling voice.
"I have a boyfriend," Olivia responded coldly. "Fitz, I don't care who the girl was or what happened; I just want you and your racist ass father to stay away from me." There it was, Jerry's bitter life-ruining Fitz's.
Fitz reached for her hand just to have it jerked away. "Liv, when did he? I thought you said he didn't say anything to you. Why didn't you tell me."
Olivia just gave him a cold, icy stare. "Let me just recap, he called me a black whore and tried to pay me." She said, repeating those vile words that shook her and Fitz.
The color drained from his face, and his anger boiled. Suppose Jerry was standing here right now. Fitz doesn't know what he would do, but he'd probably end up in jail. "Liv, I didn't know. I didn't even know you came to California."
"Well, now you do so please leave me alone. I don't want to be friends or wave when we see each other; it's exhausting- being there for everyone and nobody thinking about me. I sorry that you uprooted your life to make a gesture, but I can't do this." Olivia grabbed her bag and stepped around Fitz.
Fitz turned away so she wouldn't see the tears in his eyes.
Tears clouded her eyes, making it harder to find her keys. Feeling around for the keychain, Olivia pulled the annoying metal from her bag, getting in the 2020 red Mercedes.
Proud of herself in a funny kind of way, she didn't cry in front of him. Olivia left just in time. These last few weeks have been the hardest. Whenever he's around, her body reacts to him; he could be sitting there smelling nice. And like that: their memories flood her thoughts. Distracting her.
Now that she was in the comforts of her vehicle, she didn't hold back. Hitting the steering wheel over and over.
"You're better than you think," Olivia said repeatedly. It wasn't something she believed, though if she said it enough, she might start to. Breathing somewhat calmly.
She wishes she could say big Jerry was the first father to denigrate or hurt her. But Craig Davis already beat him to it.
Memory:
It was a nice day, much like this one. Except the sun was just starting to set when an argument broke out between the young couple. Olivia was spending the weekend in Florida with Edison and his parents.
"Sweetheart, Edison told me you two fought." Mr. Davis peaked out from the sliding door. He found her in the backyard of the house. Edison was somewhere around.
Olivia shook her head. Edison really knew how to devalue her emotions. "A fight," her eyes were red and puffy as she looked up. "He cheated on me and then blamed me, and it's not the first time."
Craig Davis hasn't really even given any thought to Olivia or her relationship with Edison. She wondered if Edison sent him out here.
"Men cheat, I have. Not anymore, of course, but we do." Craig explained poorly. He took the seat next to her.
"He promised me," Olivia said, trying and failing to keep the tears from flowing.
"And he should have kept that promise." Mr. Davis said, who was seemingly closer than she expected him to be when she looked up again.
Olivia scooted over an inch; he was right on her hip. But when she moved, so did he. Mr. Davis didn't even try to hide the fact that he was checking her out. Her petite frame was covered in a pale pink dress. The way he stared at Olivia made her feel naked. She draped her arms over her knees. Growing uncomfortable, Olivia wiped her blurry eyes, attempting to get up when he gripped arm and pulled her into a kiss. Olivia was quick to push him away. Standing there frozen.
"I'm sorry, Olivia. Don't tell eddy," The older man said, nervously rubbing his neck. He turned and just walked into the house.
Like nothing happened because to him, nothing did.
Stunned by the altercation, Olivia wiped her mouth and spat in the grass. Edison was coming from upstairs when Olivia made her exit. Without a word, she got in her black rental and sped off as fast and safely as she could.
Driving to the nearest hotel, she cried and was still crying when she checked in. The disgruntled teen showered. Scrubbing her lips and arms where he touched her, she cried every time she thought about the grip he had on her arm. The next day she called her father and flew home.
Olivia blocked Edison and hasn't communicated with him from that day to this.
End memory.
After 10 minutes of muffled screams in her palms, Olivia put the key in the ignition and drove home. She took a shower repeating the method she used in Florida. Liv wanted to be rid of both of those monsters. Who's son had the audacity to say they loved her.
I hope it was worth the wait. I tried to stay on a publishing schedule, but I'm human; I miscalculate and overextend myself sometimes. Olitz will always be the end game. I just hope yall stay for the ride. And please tell me what you think of our new additions, Mellie and Michael. Have a nice night or day, and stay safe.