The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 28

MIA

I quickly take out one of Oliver's old black tees and gym shorts from the closet in the guest room and leave my hair open to dry itself. When I reach downstairs, I see Noah sitting on the couch with his back towards me; Oliver is standing facing him and leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Noah." I greet him.

"H-hi." He replies, stuttering.

"Were you crying, Noah? Oliver, what happened? Why was he crying?" I ask the latter part rather sharply. I know the answer to it but want to confirm it.

"Stephanie." He replies. Instantly, my blood begins to boil.

Noah starts sobbing again.

Ughhhh. I am going to kill that dumbass. I think in my head.

"I will gladly help you." He says.

I realise that I didn't just think it in my head but voiced it as well.

"But first, Noah, you need to have a nice warm bath. You can use one of my bath bombs as well. It should relax you. Okay?" He needs to relax. The bath bombs always calm him.

"O-ok-ay." He replies, still sobbing.

"Oliver, give me your car keys. You need to stay with him." I say dominantly.

He throws the car keys at me, which I manage to catch and see Noah on the floor.

"Oliver, think you can carry him?" I ask him.

"He is not light as a feather, but I can still try." He fails at trying to make light of the situation earning a glare from me.

"Come on, Noah." Oliver picks him off the couch, huffing. Noah is more muscular than Oliver because Noah only does weight training, whereas Oliver plays both football and basketball in addition to kickboxing. Recently, Oliver has started training with weights too, though.

Once they disappear into the guest room, I head out, closing the door behind me.

Looking at his car, with his keys in my hand, I remember the time when he would not let me drive his car. The main reason for that was that Savannah told him about me failing my driving test twice. I will admit that I am not a good driver, but I can drive perfectly in emergencies without panicking. This is somewhat of an emergency for me.

Noah is crying for the third time because of Stephanie. He is a perfect gentleman, but yet Stephanie chooses to cheat on him. Sometimes I am angry at him for not letting her go, but I know that it is easier said than done to let the person you love go effortlessly.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I unlock the car and sit on the driver's seat. Oliver's house is close to Walmart. I should be back in just ten minutes after getting our favourite flavours of ice cream - Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough for Noah, Chocolate Fudge Brownie for Oliver, and Cookies and Cream Cheesecake Core for me.

I reach Walmart and get down the car. Shutting the car door and locking it, I enter the store. Going straight to the ice cream section, I quickly grab the three boxes and move towards the billing counter. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a Brobdingnagian herculean man standing near Oliver's car.

I pay the money and run towards the car.

"Excuse me?" I say, unlocking the car and placing the ice cream on the seat.

As the man turns towards me, all the oxygen is knocked out from my lungs. He looks exactly like him, only more muscular.

"Sorry. I was looking for the owner of this car." He declares.

"O-Oliver Anderson?" I ask, panicking.

"Yes." 

"Are you William Smith?" I question, almost having a panic attack.

"Uh, no. Axel Smith. William Smith was my twin brother. How did you know him?" He questions.

"He was my father." I reply after inhaling deeply. Relax, Mia. It's not him. It's Axel - Oliver's instructor.

"WHAT!?" He yells out and I flinch a bit at this.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he says, "I am sorry. I had no idea that he had kids."

"My mom divorced him a couple of years back." I reply.

"May I ask your mother's name?" He asks.

"Theresa." I state and he counters, "Um, I think this is a very personal question, but why did she divorce him?"

"I can only tell you that if you assure me that whatever conversation we have will remain between us and no one else gets to know about it." I answer.

"I can ensure you that." He returns and I hesitantly reply, "Um, he abused my mom for years and  tried to sexually assault me."

"Oh, God. I am really sorry." 

"By the way, is he dead now?" I question.

"Yes." He replies and my insides calm down completely.

"Also, why were you looking for Oliver?" I demand and he answers, "I wanted to tell him that his fight - the one on Thursday - has been cancelled. Could you inform him of that for me, please?"

"Of course."

"May I have your number? I think you are the girl...he has been training in kickboxing." He says.

"Sure. Yes, I am the girl Oliver has been training." 

"Thank you very much. Also, give my regards to your mother." He says, walking towards his black Porsche.

"You know my mother?" I ask, my eyes widening and he answers, "Yes, I do. Theresa Wilson. She is from Toronto, right?"

I affirm and he says, "I shall take your leave then, Ms......"

"Mia Thompson."

"Bye, Ms Thompson."

"Bye, Mr Smith." I rejoinder and mentally make a note to ask mom about him. 

I get into the car, and then it strikes me that I did not put my clothes in the washer. Shit. I get in the car and rush to Oliver's place.

As I enter the living room, I see that neither Oliver nor Noah are downstairs yet.

"Oliver. I am back." I call out.

"Two minutes, Mia." He shouts back.

"Okay."