Falling into place.
Oliver Oken. I loved him. He loved me. We had been through so much together, but it looked like everything was finally falling into place. It was 11 o'clock at night, a storm was passing and we were outside, declaring our love for each other.
"Oliver," I said, as he walked me home, "My mom doesn't know I'm out and it's, err, 11 o'clock and she might of, err, locked the door."
He glanced at me. We ran all the way to my front door. It was open.
"Why would it be open?" he asked.
"I don't know..." I replied, "Unless my mom has realised I was out."
We walked in. All the lights were still on. A smashed glass lying on the floor caught our attention. Oliver grabbed hold of my hand. Slowly we made our way into the living room. Where was my mom?
"Where is she?" I whispered I dragged Oliver upstairs. My room was a wreck. What had happened? I checked all the upstairs rooms, my mom wasn't there.
"Kitchen?" Oliver suggested. I nodded. I started to shake. Something has happened. "It's ok," Oliver sad into my ear, "I'm here."
We stood infront of the kitchen door. It was slightly open. I closed my eyes then gently pushed the door open. It was then, that moment, that all hope for a better life ended. I thought that everything would have been ok now. I had Oliver. No. On the cold, hard kitchen floor, lay my mom.
I let out as much of a scream as I could before falling to my knees infront of her. No, this couldn't of happened.
"I'll phone an ambulance," Oliver panicked before running out into the hall.
"Mom!" I yelled through my tears, "Please no!"
I looked at her closer and there it was. A knife implanted in her stomach. I held up wrist searching for a pulse. Her skin was pale white and stone cold. She was already dead. Maybe I was wrong though, I was too shaky to tell for sure. Oliver came into the room again and knelt beside me. Maybe I was wrong though, I was too shaky to tell for sure. Oliver who was also crying, put his arm around me.
The ambulance came, unable to help her though. "I'm so sorry," the paramedic said, her words like poison, damaging me inside. This was my worse nightmare. My mom was dead! All the hurt that I had been through in the last 6 months, none of it matched this. This was the end. I couldn't cope anymore.
That night, I stayed at Oliver's, lying on his sofa. I could not sleep. How could this happen? I didn't deserve this. I remembered back to earlier that day. I had been so cheeky to my mom.
*"Lilly, I'm not happy."
"You never are,"*
I started to cry again. Oliver, who lay beside me, not wanting to leave me alone on a night like this, heard me. "Not asleep yet?" he asked "Nope," I answered, " I'm so angry with myself"
"Why? Lilly it wasn't your fault, don't think that."
"No, it's just. Earlier, I was so cheeky to her and she hadn't done anything." I said crying, "How will I cope without her?"
Oliver had no answer.
"Where will I stay? It was only me and my mom who lived there. My Dad lives in Florida. I can't live myself, I'll have to move-"
"Shhh," Oliver trying to calm me down, "Get some rest tonight and we can sort everything out tomorrow."
I nodded "I love you," he whispered I couldn't answer back.
I then slept, a little. If it wasn't for Oliver being right beside me, I couldn't have. I felt safe with him there. In the morning, I borrowed jeans and a top belonging to Oliver's sister and a baggy jumper belonging to him; i didn't care how I looked. My house, two doors down, had been taped up by the cops. It was a crime scene. Someone had entered my house, trashed the place and killed my mom. The thought sickened me.
"Lils, I can stay off school with you, if you want." Oliver asked.
"No it's fine," I smiled at him for caring, the first smile since last night.
Oliver headed for school while I went the other way, towards my house.
Cops stood around along with news reporters and people dress in suits. I walked up to a smartly dressed women.
"Excuse me?" I gulped, "This was my house, it was my mom who died." "Lilly Truscott?" she asked, "follow me please" I did as she said. She took me to one of the many cars parked on the street. This car will take you to our social department base where we can talk about your future. I got in but I was scared. I didn't want to discuss my future. My mom had just died, I wasn't ready for this. I had no choice, the car drove off.
I entered the huge building to see my dad.
"Dad?!?" I said almost in tears. I ran over to him and we hugged.
"Sweetheart, I love you and don't worry everything will be ok."
We were interrupted "Follow please." another smartly dressed women insisted.
My dad held my hand as we followed her into her office.
"After recent events Miss Truscott, we will have to move you into a new home. Is living with your father an option?" she asked "In Florida?" I said unsure. I looked at my dad.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, it's your only choice."
I looked down. I didn't want to move. I couldn't leave Oliver. "Lilly?" the women said "Yeah" I replied weakly "Do you agree on moving to Florida?"
I didn' answer "I'll let you talk to your dad" the women left the room.
"Sweet heart I'm sorry but you have to."
"I..." I paused.
My dad wouldn't understand if I said I was in love with someone. If only if it was my mom I was talking to. She would understand.
"Lilly?"
I started to cry "I know it's hard baby but you have no other choice," he explained, "I know Cassie won't come close to being your mom but when the twins are born you'll have a proper family again."
Cassie was my dad's wife. She was ok but never as special as my mom. Soon she would be giving birth to twins, one boy and one girl. "But no Oliver." I said quietly.
"Who?"
"Oliver, dad, Oliver Oken. I love him, I can't leave him. We've been through too much."
"Lilly, Your mom had just died and you concerned over a stupid boy!"
"But he's not a stupid boy, he's Oliver."
My dad shook his head, angry "Mom would understand," I said under my breath.
At that point the women entered.
"So have you agreed to move to Florida?" she asked. I didn't answer.
"Yes, she moving." My dad told her I shot up off my seat.
"No, I can't do this. It's too soon. I'll stay with a friend tonight. My mom has just died and I am really not caring about much else at the moment." I stormed out.
How dare they try to make my future. My mom had just died! I looked at my watch. 12 o'clock? Lunch time at sea view high! I had to took to Oliver. The first bus that passes I got on to and took the stop closest to the school. I didn't go in. Instead I called Oliver.
"Hello," he answered.
"Oliver, It's me."
"Hi, Lilly. Is everything ok?"
"No not really. I'm outside the school. Can you come meet me?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there."
A few minutes later, Oliver came running over to me. He hugged me, kissing me on the forehead.
"I think I might have to move Oliver." I said slowly, "They won't let me live here on my own and my dad and his wife are the only other family I have."
"We'll get through it, I promise," he replied.
I shook my head. There's nothing I can do. "I'll miss you," I cried. Oliver too, started to cry.
"I'll miss you too."
"My dad doesn't understand that," I moaned, "He thinks I can just say goodbye and that's the end of it."
Oliver tried to calm me down.
"Does Miley know about my mom?" I asked.
"Everyone does," he said nodding."
"Great," I replied, "I'll have loads of people telling me they feel sorry for me."
"Lilly you can cope through this, you're strong and I'll be here all the way. I promise."
I tried to smile through my tears. "I just wanted to tell you now because, I don't know when I have to leave..." I said "You might be leaving today?" he panicked. I looked down, not wanting to answer. Oliver lifted my chin and kissed me. "I love you, Lilly Truscott."
"I love you too Oliver Oken.
The school bell rang. He gave me one last kiss on the lips before leaving. I stood alone crying. I had just lost my mom and now might be losing Oliver as well...