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OLIVIA RAN THREW THE WOODS, her feet carrying her as fast as she could. Rain thundered down around her, splashing against the leaves and hitting the ground harshly. Sticks crushed under her feet, spikes and branches pulled from their neat form cut at her skin and clothes. The mud slid around, causing her to slip and splash at the back of her jeans. The cold rain soaked her clothes down to the bone, her skin pale and shivering, her cheeks blushed bright red and her chest heaving.
She knows the woods like the back of her hand, so she knows where she is heading, straight for castle byerton. It was a small cabin that her and Will built back when they were 7, they spent all their time in there, playing games with their collectibles, sometimes d&d, reading comics, drawing, listening to music or comparing fashion style. Olivia had gotten Will into fashion so they spent a lot of time reading fashion magazine's and cutting out outfits they liked and sticking them into a top secret book they had.
"Olivia." Someone calls after her, their words slurred but angry, filled heavily with rage, dripping in the air around her like lava. Olivia's feet seem to move quicker as the sound of heavy footsteps from large boots rings in the air, echoing about. "Olivia Harrington!" Her mother calls, a bottle of red wine slushing about as she stumbles after Olivia, drunk so badly she had puked several times, passed out twice. She was also high off of drugs she had bought off Mr Munson, the local drug dealer.
Hot tears steam down Olivia's cheeks as she runs as fast as she possibly can, taking twists and turns, trying to get her mother of her trail, but it's wasn't any use. Her heavy breathing and screeches of shock from the sudden branch made her easy to track down. Her mother had returned last week, with another new husband, he was the worst, he sat around all day and ate all their food, ordered Olivia about like she was his servant and would scream at her is she disobeyed him, he's already hit her once for saying no to getting him a new pack of cigarettes from the shop.
Olivia's mother didn't even do anything about it, she just laughed, watching the small girl cower in the corner, scared and crying until Steve showed up later after school. He didn't know anything about this, nor the fact that their mother had taken her out of school just to wait them on hands and knees, handing them everything on a silver platter, until her hands were blistered and her sweat was almost soaking her clothes all the way through.
Olivia didn't tell him, too scared of what they might do too her. So Steve was oblivious that his mother and new step dad where using her as their own slave. He was still weary of his mother but their new step dad seemed like an alright bloke around him.
