His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 25

“You go to St. Catherine’s, meet up with Dougie… Kidnap him. Move to British Colombia- Wait they have a NHL team. You move to… Nunavut! You elope and live a quiet life in an igloo. Where you will have little eskimo babies.” I can’t take Brad seriously anymore.

“Brad, as much as I would love that to happen,” not. “I rather face it… I want to continue living in Boston. The only way I can do that is to break up with Dougie. If I want to stay with Dougie; my uncle will stop providing me with a home and I’ll have to move with my mom…” I explained. “I don’t want that to happen.”

Brad looked over at Tyler… I don’t know why he was here. I really wish he wasn't. “Do you have anything to say?” Tyler shook his head and looked out the window. Not making eye contact; he doesn't want to look at me. Good.

Brad looked over at Andrew Ferance, “Do you have anything to say, since Tyler doesn’t want to talk.”

Andrew cleared his voice, sat on the edge of his chair looked at me, “There’s this quote from an amazing poet, Shel Silverstein,” I nodded, I agree. “It goes like this, ‘Listen to the musn’ts, child, listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. Anything can happen, child, anything can be’.”

I took out my phone and showed him my background, it was a picture with the quote over top, “Well, you’ve already heard that quote I see,” he sunk back down into his chair.

“Anyways!” Brad yelled. “Let’s talk about…” Brad looked at me and stopped when he saw my collarbone. I knew what he was going to bring up. “Let’s talk about that bruise that Olivia has on her collarbone. Or is it a hickey? Questions.” Brad smiled at me.

I grabbed a pillow from behind my back and whipped it at his face. It hit him on the side of the face, “You have an arm on yourself. Do you even lift-?”

“Shut up,” I interrupted.

“You mad-”

I grabbed another pillow and whipped it at his face again. He caught the pillow and put it behind his back. “How was it?” Brad questioned, I looked at him and shook my head. I got up from the couch and left the room, “Ragin’ bro?” He asked. I didn’t answer. I just walked up the stairs and down the hallway to my room.

I closed the door softly behind me and jumped onto my bed. I curled up around my sheets. I missed Dougie already; I grabbed my phone off of my night stand and looked at his number. It was staring me right in the eye, yet I couldn’t bring myself to press it.

I felt frustrated, depressed, and a bunch of emotions I couldn’t explain. I lost it and threw my phone to my door. I could care less if anyone heard. I needed to let my feelings out and it felt good. I heard a knock on my door and my named called, “Olivia?”

It was Tyler, why does he even try? He knows I'll never go out with him anyways. “Go away!” I yelled. I covered my face with my blankets again.

I heard my door open and close. He took a seat on one of my chairs, “Can you not hear?” I asked Tyler.

“I heard. I just knew that you weren’t being serious.” He stated.

There he goes, thinking he knows what's best for me. “When someone says to leave them alone… You leave them alone.” I told him.

Tyler walked over to my bed and sat down beside me, “I’m not leaving you alone. You better get used to it. Wayne’s going to be on your back until you tell him that you and Hamilton aren’t dating,” he explained.