As I write this, I'm listening to my endless amount of Glee songs on my iPod, now, Raise Your Glass, originality by P!nk.
Chapter 4, drama infested. You have been warned...
She pokes the chicken on her plate with her fork, perplexed at the amount of white goo that surrounded it. She griminess and looks back up at the two police officers. They watched her, smiles plastered their obvious fake concerned faces.
"I don't think chicken is supposed to look like that. Besides, I'm pregnant I need solid foods," she pushes the plate away from her. The nauseating smell entering her nostrils and she remembers her weak stomach, and the pregnancy books warning her to keep away from foul smells. This was defiantly one of them. "Added, I'm a vegetarian."
Standing, she held her breath, acting as if everything was pleasant, she wore the similar fake smile. "We know the food probably won't meet your needs Ms. White, but you need to bear with us." Mrs. Garcia replies, walking away from Wen who was lazily sitting on the couch after a chat with her about the two's livings so far. She was the female officer in which assigned this predicament.
Her short blond curls brought hatred memories flooding into Olivia's mind. She remembers her laughing at her when she desirably commanded her taking her iPod with her, for all her musical productions where stored in there. Mrs. Garcia only laughed and took it from her, placing it in a box with all her other electronics, including Wendell's.
"Mrs. Garcia, I understand why we're stored in here, but you people are acting as if we're rats. I can't just eat anything you throw at me." She huffed, releasing her breath she forgot she was holding in for so long. "I need my baby to be healthy, not mutant."
"Ma'am, we have a lot of crimes going on, we haven't time for your princess moods." Olivia was shocked. She gasped and turned to Wen, who was laughing silently, his hand over his mouth trying to cover the escapes.
She crossed her arms over her chest and angrily walked towards him, he quickly stopped with only a amusing smirk. She glared at him icily, then returned her attention back at the officers. Olivia sat on the arm rest, crossing her legs, one habit she took up ever since the baby enters her.
"Mrs. Garcia, we'll take the beans, water, salad, bread, cheeses and lemonade." She says flatly, looking at her closely. Mrs. Garcia smiles and nods at her. The officer next to her walking to the kitchen with the large cotton bag clutched in her hand ever so polity, he stored her requests in the fridge, and the in the counters.
"No meat?" Wen asks silently staring at the back of her head, as she blocked his view from the officers that stood in front of Olivia.
"Thank you Ms. White. We will store any personal," she over exaggerated the word, "items of yours tomorrow." She smiled. "Good day."
She turned her heels and walked towards the door, grabbing her card key to unlock the door to the sweet outdoors that Wen and Olivia couldn't experience.
"Wait," Wen says quickly, causing Mrs. Garcia to stop in her tracks, turn her heels, and fake smile at him. "Have you found them yet?"
The officers exchanged similar glances, one officer stepped up. "We're afraid we haven't. We believe they traveled back over seas."
The two adults smiled. Olivia stood from her sitting position, uncrossing her legs to look at the officers, walking gleeful towards them. "That's great." She beamed. "Then we can leave? We're safe, then."
The officers exchanged glances once more. "I'm..." the same officer began. "I'm afraid that's not accurate. Air forces tried to spot them, we have no visual contact of the sources."
The two went silent. Wen stood from the white sofa. "So, wait, you men to say that... you have no idea where these guys are that literally tried to kill us? And you mean to say, we're staying in this prison until you do?"
"Sir, that was the plan all along. We need you safe and we can't take any chances with this I'm sorry." Mrs. Garcia spoke up.
"Why us? Why not any of the others that were conflicted in this mess?" Olivia asked, getting irate. "Those that died, those that are injured?"
"Ma'am, there's nothing we can do. We're looking for the men, we promise you two will be safe." Mrs. Garcia replies with a grin, taking her key card, opening the door, and soon shutting it and safely locking it.
"We're going to be in here forever." Olivia mutters in awe, holding her stomach while her other hand was up to her trembling lips, she bit her nails nervously, sitting back on the arm rest and rocking slightly.
"Olivia you don't know that. They're going to find-" Wen places a hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her, watching her freak.
She cut him off by staring at him, causing his to jump silently at her movement. "How do you know? Do you have these- these... mask murderer's number? Are you physic and can see into the future? No, you can't." She quickly jerked her head back towards the front, staring at the door as if Officer Garcia will walk back in and announce they caught the murders.
"I'm going to have my baby in here," she mutters quietly, but Wen catches in. "I'm going to have to raise my baby in this... this... cell."
"Olivia, stop thinking the worse. Everything 'll be fine. The police officers are doing their jobs and they're going to find these men. You aren't going to raise you baby here." He sighs and sits on the couch, running his hand through his red hair. "We're going to go back to our lives and never seen each other again."
She stands, still staring hopefully at the locked door. "Good." She simply responds, causing him to stare at her in confusion and disappointment. He watches as she stalks towards her bedroom.
"Probably just another, hormone, mood swing, girl thing," he mutters, convincing himself. But it wasn't, or if it was if surly was going on a long time. He's spent exactly three weeks, two days, and five hours with this girl that hated his guts, respected him and trusted him, now hating his guts, again. She was predictable like an open book yet her words where fuzzy and uneven. She was different, and he just assumed it was the baby in her stomach kicking rapidly all the time is why she would be so crabby and yelly.
As he sat at the bar stool the next couple of days later, he wasn't exactly 'in the mood' for burnt bacon and a crappy cup of coffee. He pushed the undercooked eggs around his plate. He heard the door open quickly, and he instantly knew it was Olivia. That, or Casper the Ghost...
He turned on the twisty bar stool high chair and spotted her. Her hand holding her stomach, her other holding her mouth. She opened the door aggressively, running in. She didn't bother closing the door, or even turning the light on. He heard her gags, and he sighed and stood.
He remembered when he woke up to her sickness, and each time he'd hold her hair back, rubbing circles on her back and saying calm, peaceful words to her. She wouldn't say anything, just look at him, wash her face and lock herself back in her bedroom until it was time to eat. He walked towards the restroom, her face, like it was every morning and sometimes, afternoons if she was feeling too queasy, was stuffed in the toilet bowl.
He flicked the lights on, and noticed her clearly. This time, she came prepared. Her hair was in a messy pony tail. He debated whether to comfort her, or to avoid her like she was doing to him. He honestly, didn't have a clue what he was doing wrong. What upset her, what harmed her, but he knew she needed her space. Even if the space was crammed with a stranger you meet when you're about to die in a smelly taxi cab.
As he walked to her, getting ready to comfort her, she stopped, stood, flushed, wiped her mouth and turned to him. Tears falling like they would occasionally every morning. She looked hopeless, like a puppy dying and you can't do anything to help it. He hugged her, and she hugged back. Her nails digging in his back, her tears drenching his tee-shirt but that was the least of his worries.
"Shh, it's okay. Everything 'll be okay," he assured her, and she keep crying. He just held her and let her cry. Sometimes getting it out with tears does help a person, and sometimes you just need to cry. She sniffed and pulled away from him.
"Wen... I wasn't completely honest with you about my pregnancy." She looked up at him through glassy eyes, her lips trembling, her eyes staring at his uneasily.
Shocked, he looked down at her short, small body. "What do you mean?" He asked, clearly confused.
She swallowed and wiped her eyes, looking at his chest. She couldn't look in his eyes, she couldn't see his disappointed look. "I was raped."
I'm sorry for that slap in the fast, but I was planning that since the beginning. Well, when I was tying she was three months prego, I was thinking, 'SHE COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED!' So, yeah. I hope you don't hate me for it, and trust me, I know the relationship deal isn't really... there... take my word, it will be there. I'm already writing chapter five, trust me, it will be up TODAY! I just need to think what's going to happen.
So, if you wanna give me tips, ideas, anything 'll be useful.
I find it funny, I'm now listening to Glee's, Keep holding on, and I feel the song goes PEFECTLY to Olivia.
Don't stop reviewing. Enough said.