Another Chance At Love (Confidant Sequel)

Chapter One

Olivia

"How could you not tell me?!" We both exclaim at each other after a brief moment of silence.

A few days after my mom was successful at getting Spencer out of jail and all charges attached dropped from his name, I asked him if we could meet up. At first I wanted to forget about him, leave town and never contact him again due to all of the memories and drama that came out. But I knew that would be a coward move and the questions I had for him wouldn't be able to get answered if I I did do that. So here we are, in my parents pool house staring at each other from across the room. I knew now would be perfect since they were over at my grandpa Willie's house checking on him and having lunch, and Jordan was out with Simone so the house is pretty much vacant.

"How could you not tell me about you being an accessory to a murder? That is something important, Spencer. That could've cost you your freedom & life."

"Olivia when I was released that night I swear to you I didn't think about anything else. I didn't even think it would follow behind me. I thought it was gone completely with no attachments."

"How could you think that, Spencer?! You and I both know that situations for crimes like that are unrealistic. Of course it was going to follow behind you sooner or later. You were there!"

"I'm aware of that Olivia, I am. But it's over and done with now. It's completely dead now and won't come back to me, thanks to your mom."

"You at least should've told me, Spencer. We're supposed to tell each other everything."

"Oh are we?" He shoots back. "Okay, so let me ask you this. If I hadn't met up with Dalton that night & he hadn't said what he said, would you have even told me about the baby?"

I stand there in front of him, not knowing what to say, as he awaits for an answer. Mouth repeatedly opening & closing as nothing comes out of it. I can feel my heartbeat racing, stomach starts to twist & turn and palms began to sweat. Truth is I really don't know, but I can't tell him that. That'll just hurt him even more.

"Olivia, do you hear me?" He questions. Taking notice of my actions, he's walking closer to me as he calls out my name again.

"Olivia."

I want to say something. I really do. I want to give him answers. But I can't. So I don't.

"Olivia, are you okay?"

I hear someone ask from beside me. I turn my head to see where the voice is coming & I realize that it's my mom.

"I'm sorry, mom. What did you say?"

"I asked if you were okay. You zoned out on me in mid conversation."

"Oh um... I'm— I'm sorry about that, and to answer yes, I am good."

"Are you sure?" She asks again and I nod my head this time. "How did your therapy session go? Didn't you have an appointment this afternoon?"

"Yeah I did and I had to um reschedule it." I quickly get off of the bar stool and head to the refrigerator.

"Again? Olivia, that is the third time this week."