AWOKEN (Third Book Of The Nightmare Series)

Chapter 13: Favorite Girl

Chapter 13: Favorite Girl

*Olivia POV*

I now had to face school at its prime. I didn't want to go back, but I had to for my teams and get caught up with everything. My dad woke us up like he usually did, screaming at the top of his lungs to make sure we woke up. He didn't trust alarms because we could always hit snooze, but we can't snooze him. I sighed and stood up.

I was still freaked out to be around my dad, I saw him at his worse, hitting my mother and abusing her while she was at her weakest and most vulnerable.

He wasn't the dad I knew him as before.

He was different, I was now scared he was going to turn into that again, and I don't think I could handle my dad like that.

There was this one quote I saw in a lifetime movie.

'When a person convinces themselves it's okay to kill, there's nothing stopping them from doing it again.'

My dad killed people. What makes him think he can just stop?

Those people had families, possibly parents or a wife/husband, a child, a sibling that cared about them and my dad ruined everything for them.

My dad killed them, he took away their precious lives and didn't even care.

I had taken a shower last night so I could have more time today to get ready and face school.

I had found white pre ripped shorts that were high waisted, a tank top that was frayed at the end but had the words 'Free Spirit' written on it with weird colors, which also loosely fit around me. I found my black sandals, secured them around my ankles, grabbed my phone, headphones, charger and my back pack. My eyes had mascara, cat eye, and my Nude pallet eyeshadow which was a cream.

My hair was in its normal wavy state, which I left because I didn't want to do anything with it.

When I walked downstairs it was normal, people were talking and messing around. But I couldn't get into it.

"Olivia are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I just wanna go early so I can get my assignments and talk to the cheer team."

"How about I take you and your mom can take your brothers? How does that sound Alison?" My dad just wanted time to talk to me.

"It's fine. Mason's school doesn't start until 8:40 anyways." They both shared a kiss and my dad and I left out the door to the car.

"Are you doing okay Olivia?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous to go back."

"Why?"

"I ran away from home with Austin, they're going to think I'm some spoiled brat again. The bullying will start again and that sucked." All throughout middle school, while I tried to fit in, the other kids bullied me because I was rich and didn't act like the other girls.

It absolutely sucked. But Austin was by my side, in which meant those gold digging whores had to go through me to get to Austin, which was impossible because he didn't want them, he wanted me.

And only me.

"Maybe no one will even care. Honestly just say 'fuck it' and not worry about what others think. It really doesn't matter because when you are extremely successful in 10 years and they are flipping burgers at Wendy's you'll be the better person because you didn't stoop down to their level." My dad was the king of not caring. He never cared on what others thought of him so that's mainly how we are here where we are today.

"But this is high school, you get judged for the littlest things."

"That's the wonderful thing about not caring Olivia, you just do your own thing and just be you. Don't care what others think because honestly their opinions don't matter because this is your life and you should live it the way you please to."

"But I want to fit in. I want to be normal, not the kid who's parents have this wicked past of abuse and heartbreak."

"Everyone's parents have a past of abuse and heartbreak. It just probably as bad as mine and your mom's. Have a nice day sweetie." I smiled, and left the car. I was not ready to face the people of this school. I didn't want to care, but I did. I valued their opinions of me so horribly it was bad.

I always felt the need to fit in and be normal. I wore the same clothes, same show brands, same make up brands, I even bought the same Nike backpacks. But somehow I was always different.

An eye lash out of place.

A shoe tie not in line with my other.

Smiling the wrong way.

Laughing wrong.

Eyeliner wrong.

Everything I did was wrong, even though I wore the same brands and did the same things, I was always different and oblivious to my parents past.

I always just thought they met normally, she was 15 and it was love at first sight, but then they ran away from their parents disapproval and found a life here, where of course they had their problems but always went to each other during an emergency and needed each other because they loved each other and needed one another to survive another day in this cruel world.

But that wasn't it at all.

She was a sex slave to my dad and many other men because her dad had sold her. He was a heartbreaker and only believed women were to submit to his needs and thrown away as a next glance.

But they fell in love. They found happiness in one another presence and wanted to love each other forever.

I wish I had that.

But no.

I fell in love with someone I wasn't supposed to.

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Heyyyyy so this sucked like monkey ass but it's something.

:)

(I'm totally listening to Latin music while I write this)

I'm such a loser lol srry

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