Painful pasts and terrible truths

Chapter 57

I was still sour, I hated this feeling, I was now single for about a week, I guess this Christmas is going to be painfully lonely, my mum opened my door.

"Sweetie, are you ok, there's someone who wants to see you" my mum told me.

"Whoever it is can f*ck off" I snapped,

I wasn't in the mood.

"Olivia don't use that tone with me" my mum replied harshly.

"Look mum I don't care about anyone anymore, no one wants me" I sighed.

"Olivia please it's Bobby, he's been kind enough to see you after all this time, please don't overreact, he's changed" my mum told me.

"Abusers don't change mum, they act like they have and they slowly take control of you again" I muttered.

"Well too late I've invited him to dinner" my mum informed me and walked off, f*ck that, I packed a bag, I could steal my stepdads car, I can't be in the same room as Bobby without having a panic attack, I snuck downstairs into the kitchen and stole my stepdads keys and I took my bag and I got into his car.

"Ok Olivia, you're a strong independent woman who has the absolute right to get away from that monster" I reassured myself, I was going to drive myself to New York, I don't care if it means not seeing my family for a while but I need to escape.

*a month later*

I felt like sh*t, I was forced into prostitution, I had no other choice left, I had no qualifications so no one else would hire me.

"Ah Olivia, I have a new client for you, they left a hotel room card for you, it's funny that they requested you personally, oh well, they want to see you tonight at five thirty" I didn't like where this was going, I swear if it's Lucas I will rip his organs out.

It was 5:10 now so I rushed to get ready, I felt hideous in my outfit, I hated wearing makeup, I took the room card and I looked for the hotel and I found out that it was only a block away from the place I was staying, I climbed the stairs to the second floor of the hotel.

"204, 204, 204, ah, 204" I got excited when I found the room, it was empty when I entered it, there was a bottle of my favourite champagne and two glasses, there was a note attached to the bottle, it read:

My little present for you.

I was a little scared as to who I owed the pleasure of my services, was it someone I knew, I looked around the room for clues, I found a flannel shirt that smelt really familiar, oh now that's not fair, he said he didn't want me anymore, I sat down on the bed I firmly crossed my arms, I heard the door open, I jumped a little bit.

"Oh so my client is none other than Mr Virgil Tracy" I snapped.

"Olivia holy sh*t" Virgil dropped everything he was holding.

I walked up to him and I slapped him

"Don't you play any f*cking games with me mister, I'm sick of you, I'm sick of the way you emotionally hurt me, I don't want anything to do with you" I whispered in his ear, I began to walk away but he took hold of my wrist.

"Please don't go, I'm sorry for the way I ended things, but I've got myself sorted out, I'm recovering slightly, I just want you back in my life again, I didn't want to break up with you, but it was better for your mental health and mine if I did" Virgil muttered.

"Look do you want sex or not" I asked him impatiently.

"No, I don't want sex" Virgil replied quietly.

"Then I'm going" I sighed and I opened the door.

"Olivia please don't leave me, I spent all this time trying to find you" ugh can't he get the message.

"Well I spent all this time trying to get away from you, Alan was right, you are suffocating sometimes" I huffed.

"Fine, if you're going to play it that way Olivia, I'll have to force you to stay, no more mister nice guy, kitten" I don't like the way he lowers his voice like that, I felt his arms wrap around my stomach, the next thing I knew was that I was thrown onto the bed.

"You can't do this to me" I cried and I hit his chest multiple times but he pinned my hands above my head "please don't do what the others did."

*Virgil's POV*

Olivia was struggling because she was terrified, she was in pain, she had lost the youthful glow in her eyes, she was lost and didn't belong here, she had lost every last shred of her innocence, I tried to calm her down, and it worked, poor baby.

"Olivia, it's ok, I love you much, you're going to be fine, I'm going to take you home where you belong" I comforted her, I removed myself from her and I let her lie there in peace.

"I don't belong anywhere" Olivia mumbled "can I please just do something and then go back to work."

"No, I won't let you, I know it's your job but I can't let you force yourself to do that to yourself, I don't agree with your career choices on a medical and emotional standpoint" I rejected her request.

"Well explain to me why you don't agree" Olivia grumbled.

"Well first you could get various STDs, STIs and possible pregnancy, and secondly you could get raped, murdered or abused doing this job, I don't agree with it and I feel uncomfortable" I explained to her.

"That's fair enough, but these are all the risks I have to take to support myself" Olivia sniffed, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh no please don't cry, you can still have this job if you want to, I just feel it's better for you if you don't" I reassured her.

She was really upset.