July 1987
Olivia was rigid as a board as she lay in her bed, listening for him. She knew he would come, it was just a question of when her mother finally passed out for the night.
'Hello, Princess.' His hand appeared on her leg again. 'It's been too long since we've been together... my God, you get even sexier every time I see you...'
Olivia sat up. Enough was enough. 'Leave me alone, you bastard, or I'll break your fucking neck.' She'd rehearsed that line over and over again but it had sounded a lot better in front of the mirror. Actually hearing herself say it to him was different; the words didn't sound like her.
Mr Miller laughed and smiled patiently at her. 'Well, Princess, you've grown into a feisty one.' He laughed, then suddenly slapped her hard across the face. 'Don't you dare talk to me like that, bitch.'
Olivia wanted to run but refused to back down now. 'I'll talk to you however I damn well like,' she said, wishing that her voice didn't sound quite so high and awkward. 'I'm not a little girl any more. I'm engaged. I'm not yours. Get out.'
He smiled at her and she shivered. 'You're mine, and you always will be mine. Anyone else can borrow you for a while, but remember that I can always come and take you back again.' He reached up and stroked the side of her face. 'Besides, no one else will ever want you when they know what you've done.' He leaned in to kiss her.
Olivia kneed him in the groin.
He swore and rolled off her onto the floor, and she was out of bed and across the room before he had a chance to catch his breath. She thrust her hand down the back of her dresser and pulled out the little .22 she had taken from her friend's parents' wardrobe. He finally staggered to his feet to see her pointing it straight at him. 'I told you. Get out. Never come back.'
'Now Princess, we both know you don't have it in you.' He began to walk towards her. 'Hand it to me and we can pretend this never happened.' He held out his hand.
'Get. Out,' she repeated. Now that it came down to it she wasn't sure if she actually could do it.
He stopped. 'Now Princess, that's not very nice-'
Olivia swallowed hard and shot him in the foot. He swore, ran towards her yelling. 'You little BITCH, I will fucking KILL YOU-'
She raised the gun, pointed it at the centre of his forehead. 'Get out and never come back.'
He looked at her and licked his lips. 'Whatever you say, Princess.' He blew her a kiss and left the room. She heard the front door slam, sat down on the floor and cried.