Rebuilding A Home

Confessions && Heartbreak

Damien hadn't known the names of the men who hired him, but he did give the siblings their usual hangout spots. After he sang like a bird, Olivia called for an ambulance even while Bobby protested, saying: let the man rot a bit more before doing that. Of course, Olivia would never allow that.

Once they reached his car, they drove home, dropping Angel and Jackie off. "We'll be right back," Bobby called out to them before moving, earning a confused look from both brothers and Olivia. Just before she went to open her mouth, Bobby held up a hand, telling her to be quiet and surprised. A sly smirk tugged at his lips; feeling Olivia's glare, his fingers turned the volume dial.

Listening closely, Olivia smiled at the familiar beginning notes to her favorite song; I Wish It Would Rain by the Temptations. "You remembered?"

"You kidding?" he asked with a chuckle. "You almost fought the DJ at prom 'cause he wouldn't play the song."

Thanking back to that night, Olivia laughed at the memory. She had taken swings at the DJ as her hot-headed temper flared. "I haven't thought about that in years," she confessed, resting her elbow on the door while she placed her head in her hand. "I really haven't thought much about high school in general."

"Best years of our lives," he added with a nod.

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so," he assured her with a scoff. "Especially my last year." Olivia smiled at his reference; his senior year was the beginning of their relationship. "I had the most beautiful girl out of all those sluts on my arm. All the guys were jealous. I was captain of the hockey team, and everyone stopped giving me hell about my grades, so I started working on them."

"Yes, Bobby, I'm sure that was why you got your grades up," Olivia interrupted, playfully rolling her eyes.

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The house was silent - empty. No one to bother the girl, no one to taunt. Nothing threatened her, no dark cloud looming over her head. Her father had gone to work for the first time in a week. She never fully understood how he managed to keep his job, but Olivia guessed they were being generous after her mother's death.

Pushing all thoughts from her mind, the girl pushed open the door, instantly feeling repulsed by how the house looked. The house smelled of old shoes and smoke, too much for the girl to handle. Beer cans littered the floor with dirty clothes and cigarette butts. Quickly closing the door, she breathed in the fresh air of the outside world, ridding her nostrils of the toxicities of the home.

Suddenly her gaze was pulled to the house next door where the Mercer family lived. Evelyn's car wasn't in front of the home, but Olivia knew Bobby would still be home. With a smirk, she made her way over. Olivia opened the door with the Mercer mother's key and called out.

"Marco!" She and the brothers did it whenever they were looking for each other or to show they cared.

Hearing the 'polo' from the second level, Olivia knew Bobby was in his room. Opening her way up the stairs, Bobby appeared, and a giant smile appeared. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked, meeting him at the top of the steps.

"Admiring the view," he answered slyly, making the girl blush. Taking her hand in his, he lightly kissed her lips. "Have I told you how much I love when you blush?" he questioned in a whisper. His question was spoken by her ear, causing shivers to run down Olivia's spine - however - she knew exactly what his motives were; she pushed him away before walking toward the room he shared with Jackie.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, making herself comfortable on his bed.

Bobby shrugged, sitting on his desk chair, straddling it. "When I came home, everyone was gone already."