Olivia and James seem to be just a normal couple. They met in school and gradually fell in love like a cliche romance but their story was filled with unpredictability. They both have their demons, their past, their childhood it haunts them in ways t...
I woke up late today in an unfamiliar room. Oh that's right I was in a hotel room away from James. God I hate how much I miss him the very first thing in the morning.
I picked up my phone and saw 58 missed calls from james and 92 unread messages from him. A text from my mother saying why isn't my phone accepting voice mails? Huh, that was weird but in a second it made sense James had filled my voicemail capacity.
I started listening to him and tears started rolling down as if someone turned a fucking tap on. He read the note and was regretting his actions he loved me and missed me. His voice was breaking like he was holding back tears.
God I wanted him so bad but a part of me was taking me back to the point when he screaming at me, pushing me away, ignoring me. I sighed and skipped all the voicemails to play the last one it said,
"Liv, baby I am so sorry I really am, I understand if you want your time. Just come home please it is ours why do you have to suffer for my mistake I will go away for few days you stay please.I love you and I am sorry darling."
I thought about it but the house filled with memories would only cause me pain so I texted him.
"I will stay at a hotel not at home James." It was like he was holding the phone and just waiting for a text because he replied instantly. "Liv thanks for talking to me I am very sorry love I really am, can we meet baby?" "I need time James." "Oh okay whatever you want baby. Today is Monday so can we meet on Saturday at our special place at the same time please baby" "I will think about it."
Then I kept my phone aside but it kept notifying me of the new messages James was sending. Maybe I was being a little too hard on him but then again I couldn't get over the trust part and it was driving me crazy maybe taking some time was for the best only.
I washed up ate some chips and had a coffee. I lied down and the special Saturdays came to my mind. It was our tradition we used to go to a cafe on 42nd avenue whose brownies and cupcakes were my favourite I remember how james wasn't a fan of chocolates but over years I turned him into loving them.
I little smile passed across my cheeks and I decided to listen to some music. I don't remember a time when music isn't playing in our house James cannot live without it. I played a Taylor swift album and memories from my childhood came running in my mind.
_____________ * flashback *
My mother remarried when I was 2-3 years old, I don't remember my biological father but my stepdad John was a nice guy at least according to my mum. He cared about my mum and loved her. He didn't consider me his own daughter but never said it to my face he was kind to me for my mother's happiness only but that was enough for me.
Because I had my mum who loved me unconditionally or at least I thought she did. When I turned 13 John had had enough of me and on thanksgiving night he exploded at my mother saying he can't take me anymore I ain't his blood, I remind him of the my mother's first love and so on.
The next day my mother told me to pack my bags and I will be moving to my aunt's place for a few days. I knew she was lying she was giving me up for him. She loved him more than me. She choose him over me. She faked a smile and told me she would visit.
It's been almost 10 years now and I haven't seen her once. She gives a call once a month its like a reminder that I have a mother. But to me it's a reminder of being replaced and abandoned .
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I drifted off to sleep while crying and listening to Taylor sing,
Hey, all you had to do was stay Had me in the palm of your hand Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?
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