Change My Mind | Gracie X Olivia

stars around my scars (05)

A/n I'm making another Gracie x Olivia fic, so check that out if you want :)   btw this is a longer chapter

(30 minutes after Olivia woke up)

"You can't tell a single soul about today, or I will ruin your life! Got it, " he said sternly whilst pacing up and down the room as a furious expression shot across his face.

"Message received..." Olivia mumbled, not daring to make eye contact with the man that hurt her all through the night.

Olivia's head started to spiral through dark thoughts that were getting worse by the second and the same with her nausea. Cameron saw this and decided it would be a wonderful idea to dump the girl in the apartment complex elevator to fend for herself.

So there she sat on the cold metal floor of the elevator her fingers interlocked behind her head, trying to block out noise. She was clearly intoxicated by someone, with tears flowing down her red puffy cheeks like Niagara falls trying to stand up but everything she'd fall back down to her knees eventually giving up because of how exhausting it was. all there was for her to do was sit there and wait. so she sat there waiting for a saviour, a criminal, or a random civilian to get her out of this shitty apartment complex elevator. through her tears, she saw a taller woman bend down and ask her something, but Olivia couldn't see her through her teary eyes and couldn't hear what she was saying when she had her headspinning. The lady picked her up while she closed her eyes, hoping for the best bit. At this point, she didn't care what happened.

Olivia found herself in a nice apartment laying on a fancy looking couch she attempted to stand up and make a run to the door, but when she tried, she immediately collapsed, clinging to the side of the couch. "Hey there, olivia, calm down," calmed a taller brunette woman that Olivia couldn't quite make out yet through her blurred vision.

"How do you know my name? Who are you!" she said, grabbing a random magazine from her coffee table and holding it up like a sword while crawling back in fear.

"Whoa there, Olivia. It's me, Gracie. can you really not tell?" She was the one person Olivia isn't supposed to contact. the owner of the apartment she's been saved in was the worst place she could be, which was surprising.

"I really shouldn't be here, I really ,really shouldn't be here" the girl said while rapidly breathing like her life was dependent on leaving this apartment which it very well could be "look I appreciate you saving me from that elevator and everything I really do but I need to go like REALLY need to go" Olivia rambled making sure she had her phone with her and attempting to stand up, resulting in her immediately bashing her head on the hard timber floors.

"Holy shit Olivia be careful," said the brunette, finally realizing the girls' injuries. "Here I'll get some bandages for the cuts on your face" The older brunette sprinted off, getting alcohol wipes and a bandage and sitting next to the girl who was now leaning against the couch still sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest.

"This might sting a little," said Gracie, grabbing the girl's chin and tilling it upwards. Olivia flinched at the pain of the alcohol wipes on her wounds, scrunching up her eyes in response. "Sorry." Apolagised Gracie, knowing how much this hurt.

Gracie's pov:

I knew Olivia was beautiful, but I'd never seen her in person until now, especially not up close. I noticed the way she scrunched her nose up, the way she stared into my eyes with dark chocolate ones and the way her hair flowed almost perfectly even though she had just passed out in an elevator, which im assuming wasn't on purpose.

I stared down at her lips gazing in amazement until I had the realization that our faces were mearly inches apart, and I was holding up her chin to my face , of course it was tk just wipe her cuts but you never know. I think she realized she was just staring at me too because her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red before she looked away, taking my hand off her chin.