The Boy With The Eyes That I Can Only Remember( Kickthepj/Pj Liguori )

Chapter 1

|Olivia's POV|

 

I sat in the bed of my rusty old red pick-up and stared into the bright empty sky.

The sun was glaring into my eyes, but I didn't care, I wasn't leaving this spot.

My truck was one of the only things I owned that my dad knew about. I had turned 16 only a few days ago, and could finally own something's legally.

My dad hadn't bought my car, I discovered that I needed to be very self sufficient to survive on my own a long time ago. Yet, that allowed me to make some friends, mainly adults who pitied me. The lady at good will always gave me extra socks when she saw me come into the store, free of charge. I think she kept them under the counter for me. Almost the same story with kind people at the grocery stores except they had candy or other means of assistance.

I didn't want to go back inside cause the only joy in life my dad had left was beating me. He didn't like the fact that i was a girl, and his only child. The girl part wasn't much of my choice, but the only child bit, I completely understand. Who would want to procreate with that man, once let alone reprocreate.

My mom left me and my dad when I was 3 because my dad began to abuse her. When she left, my dad started hitting me. I don't remember her much, just that she was a nasty woman according to my father. He doesn't like to talk about her. Neither do I.

I leaned back on the rim of my truck as I sat in the bed of it. I closed my eyes and watched my eye sight that was normally black when i closed them, turn red because of the bright sun. I should probably be doing something productive, but here I am, being a waste of space.

My head snapped up as I felt something hard hit the other end of the truck bed.

I shot my eyes open only to see my best friend, Chris Kendall. He's been my best (and only) friend for as long as I can remember. We met when we were in kindergarten. He asked me why I walked home from school alone. Didn't believe me when I said I liked to, so he followed me. Not too long after he found out about my home situation,  not all of it but just that I didn't have a mother and that my father wasn't kind. He doesn't judge me though.

I have to admit, Chris was quite the looker. I have liked him for a really long time but I wouldn't dare try to tell him that. I've been through enough of his girlfriends to know, they don't last long.

He saw me flinch when he jumped on my truck and he walked his way over to me giving me a snarky smirk.

He sat down next to me and put a hand on my knee that was pulled up to my chest.

I looked over at him, thinking the same thing I think ever time I see him.

I am a train wreck, one bad day away from a suicide. I have a terrible life, and I refuse to drag him down into it. I know I would be doing that if I offend myself so, here I am. He is perfect, perfect family, perfect house, perfect life, I don't ever see him loving someone like me.

I was a little below average in height for my age, i have blond hair with dull blue eyes. I wear makeup but only to hide the cuts and bruises my dad left me, some days to darken my eyes. I didn't dress like the girls at my school either. they wore their expensive dresses and name brand shoes, with their hair and makeup done gorgeously. Then, there was me, going to school in the same shirt 2 days in a row, accompanied by some $20 skinny jeans I got at good will.

I look down at my body and disappointment came to my face.  Chris noticed the sadness fall across my face.

"Whatever you're thinking about, stop it." He said making and attempt to smile at me.

I wasn't about to go and tell him what and why I was thinking about that, so I simply said okay, hoping he would drop it.

"There's something I have been needing to tell you." He says in a soft voice, making my head spin at how close he was to my ear.

I turned my head, not wanting to feel distracted by his closeness. I wanted him close, but he would never want anything of the sort.

"You're doing it again." He said pointing out the disappointment in my face.

I gave him a fake and cheesy smile just so that he would drop it again.

"Ok, there's something I have to tell you, and its really important."he said quickly and to the point.

I stared into his eyes and waited for him to come out with it.

"I'm moving."

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach and my eyes filled with water. He was leaving me and he was going to forget about me and I would never see him again and... I would have nothing to live for he was all i had that was real to me. I let the tears the where flooding my eyes and making my vision blurry, fall which made stream down my face.

"And I want you to come with me."

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Hi there, I'm undergoing so major revisions to my chapters. I will try not to change things too drastically but I just thought you should know. Happy reading.
-Kiera