Chapter 3
Ivy's POV
I stood outside the door, frozen, Violet waitng for an answer.
"Mom...Are you going to see Aunt Olivia?" Violet cocked an eyebrow. I could feel my hands sweating. I couldn't understand why, I knew I would just tell her a lie, and she'd go back to eating her dinner, but for some reason I just couldn't help but be nervous...
"What makes you say that, sweetie?" I tried to make my voice sound sweet and subtle, but I could tell it was shaking.
Violet looked past the phone in my hand to the bedroom.
"Mom, I heard you...you'd be there in 15 minutes? You said she lived somewhere in Manhattan..." I can't bear to lie to Violet, but Olivia needed me. I needed to get there to comfort her. I wanted to tell her, to bring her with me, so Olivia could meet her, and go on about how she looked like our mom, and we could talk. Violet was always shy, but I knew she'd open up to Olivia. She'd tell her about everything. She'd tell her about her friends, her crushes, what goes on. Just imagining them talking together made me happy. Before I knew it, there was a single teardrop spilling down my cheek. Violet took notice of it.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Violet looked genuinly worried for me. I loved her for that.
"I have to leave Violet. We'll talk about this later." I felt an incredible wave of guilt in my stomach, as I pushed Violet roughly to the side and got downstairs. I met Brenden's gaze and jerked my thumb to the door, which he returned with a I-know,-take-your-time nod.
I left the house and was there before I could even tell which felt like 15 minutes. I nocked on the door lightly, hoping not to wake up Jackson if he where sleeping. Then I realized he must have been away on another movie if Olivia was calling me over.
Olivia opened the door. She looked completly pale. Like she had been vomiting all day. The penthouse was a mess, and so was Olivia. Her hair was frizzy and unkept. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts. Her glittery pink blush had been replaced by single wet lines from tears.
For a minute, I couldn't believe that I was standing in fron of my beutiful, model, gorgeous sister. It had been so long since I had actually seen her. I didn't expect the moment when I saw her agian to be like this, or want it to be like this. She had horror written all over her eyes.
She opened her mouth for two seconds, about to say something, when suddenly, her voice became shaky, and tears welled up in her eyes. I hugged her and she let her tears out on the shoulder of my jacket. She stood there just sobbing, me stroking her hair. I lead her to the couch. She pulled away, but was still sobbing, actually, bawling uncotrollably. I knew she wasn't going to talk right away, so I let her sit there for a minute, and went to the kitchen.
I returned two minutes later, with two steaming cups of tea. I set down the tray and handed Olivia one cup. I hated it, but it felt so foriegn to be sitting with my sister. I tried to shake that feeling away. I loved being with Olivia.
She took a few sips, in complete silence. I was going to ask about the condidtion of the penthouse, until I decided that would not be such a good idea. I realized later that the Tv was actually on, just muted volume. I turned to look at it when I saw a news reporter, going on about a new movie Jackson was doing.
Is that why she's called me here...Because she misses Jackson? At first, I felt a bit annoyed, knowing I'd rushed here for nothing. Then I felt relieved. I needed a reason to see her anyway, and I was happy to see her, no matter how great her or her penthouse looked.
I set my cup down and looked straight into Olivia's eyes;
"So...what happened? Why where you so upset on the phone?"
"Ivy I've done something incredibly stupid..." Olivia had guilt and regret written all over her face. A look I'd never see her had. Olivia was a total goody-goody. She never did anything bad. It couldn't have been that bad.
"What did you do? You know you can always tell me right?" I squeezed her hand, comforting her.
"I know I can, its just that...oh, goddamit Ivy! I'm pregnant!" Olivia seemed to shout the last comment. She then put the cup back and put her head into her hands. She started sobbing uncontrollably again.
I let go of her hands, and just looked out into space, I guess. Thoughts were racing in my mind. Olivia, how could you do something so idiotic! She was my sister, I loved her so much, and I never thought of her like that. But Olivia had really done something that would now changer her whole life.
I sat there speechless. On my way here, I was thinking I would have one of those cute feelings and sister moments those girls always had on TV. I thought I would repeat some crap speech about love or something. But now I had no idea at all, what to say. My mind couldn't seem to process what Oliva just told me.
I turned around to say something, but Olivia met my gaze and read my mind;
"No, I haven't told Jackson yet...I didn't exactly want to tell him he'd be a father, while he's at his movie...I didn't want to go through that earshot of Amy screaming at me..." Olivia sniffed and wiped her nose with the tip of her shirt.
I just looked at the ground. I wasn't going to tell her something that I remember from some movie or make it up on the spot. I was going to tell her what I told Violet, Rose and James all the time;
"Olivia, I'm going to tell you something. I think it's great. I think it's supposed to be that your having a baby."
"What do you mean Ivy! It's completly terrible, If I had done the responsible thing and waited, this wouldn't have happened! None of this was supposed to happen!"
"Olivia, if it's happening, than it is. Every thing has a reason. Every thing. Every Happens For A Reason. If your going to have a baby, let me tell you right now, it's going to be something big. This baby, -boy or girl- is going to do or bring something great, Olivia. It wouldn't have happened if it weren't meant to be."
Olivia just sniffed again. For a minute, I thought she was going to cry again when she looked at me and smiled;
"And did you make that up or steal it from some Soap Opera?"
"Actually, I happen to be a poet." I hugged her and handed her a tissue. "So let's get it sorted first, did you even try taking a pregnancy test?"
"Yep, five..."
"And...?"
"All positive..."
"Trust me Olivia...It's going to be okay..."
"I trust you Ivy..."