Loving Oliver

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２７ Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｙ Ｔｒｕｔｈ Ｈｕｒｔｓ... Ｎｏｔ Ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ Ｒｅａｌｌｙ】

TW: The following chapter mentions assault, abuse, a teenage pregnancy, and abortion. 

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　２７　Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ　Ｔｈｅ　Ｗａｙ　Ｔｒｕｔｈ　Ｈｕｒｔｓ...　Ｎｏｔ　Ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ　Ｒｅａｌｌｙ】

Chapter 27 Loving The Way Truth Hurts... Not Fucking Really

"Ollie and I were going to run away together. We had suffered enough trauma, we had suffered enough by the hands of our mothers. We wanted to heal after the horrific pain they inflicted on us. We had gone to them when we needed them most and they had failed us entirely. They didn't listen to what we wanted, what we needed. Ollie explained to me how toxic they had become. How abusive it was. I didn't believe him in the beginning because I always thought abuse was when a someone hit you. I was wrong. Abuse took many other forms but I didn't realize it until Ollie." I gasp out as my throat becomes just a little too tight, but my hands turned to fists and I couldn't see the willow tree at all anymore because of how glossy my vision seemed to turn.

"Mom threw the straw that broke the camels back. I couldn't go back after what went down."

She told me I would have to abort my child. I told her no and she scheduled it anyway.

"So Ollie and I would take some of the money I had made from modeling and his debate team competitions and we'd find a small place upstate. We'd finish high school online, he'd invest the money and then we would considered community college. We'd go from there. We'd finally get some peace and quiet."

We could finally make a real home for us and our daughter. We would make it work for her. For us.

It'd be hard but it be healthier and we deserved that.

"Ollie and I attended the gala together. My parents were invited and so was Ollie's dad by another surgeon and I took Ollie as my date. Instead of him coming with his family we would come together as a couple. A giant ass fuck you to both our moms. Ollie and I would be this united front and against our own mothers raging wars. Ollie went to tell his dad goodbye that night. And to tell his father that what his mother had done was unforgivable and he couldn't look at her the same. And I hadn't felt the need to say anything to mom because she wouldn't listen anyway. I was suppose to wait for Ollie in a business lobby across the hall then we'd take the train to the little cottage we had rented." I run my hands down my pant legs trying to soothe the ache that filled my chest.

My head hurt and the craving to hold her filled my senses. Some days were easier than others and some incapacitated me for days on end.

"I was anxiously waiting for him. As soon as I could get out of my damn dress and the ridiculous pearl necklace mom had bought and I would finally be able to breathe. I would be free. I could make my own decisions. Ollie and I could make a fresh start and go to school together. Our parents wouldn't manipulate us or blackmail us any longer. I paced that damned polish floor fifty fucking times before Jessie Saunders cornered me." I take another breath as I grasp my jeans so tight. I try and blink past the tears.

The tension around me fills the backyard and I don't dare look at Sam or Owen.

But I hear movement, a chair, shuffling, and then I feel a hand much larger than mine take hold of both mine. The hands are rough and calloused from years of physical labor and I know it's Sam.

I can feel his eyes and I know he's moved closer, damn near bowed right in front of me but I have to make it through this because I don't want to lose the courage to finish it.