One In The Same

Chapter 8

Well done, babe. ;) lol. Don't know if I can top that. It's 3:30am and I going by the power of Ed Sheeran and his angelic voice. And the fact that Bailey keeps texting me and demanding I write at this obscene hour. I just want to sleep. :( If my stupid ex wouldn't of texted me at 2:30am, I wouldn't even be awake right now. Stupid boy. Sorry if this chapter is downright terrible. Blame it on the ex. Enjoy.

**Val xx

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Olivia

 

After leaving Starbucks around 11, I didn't really know what to do. I didn't work today and I didn't have to meet Ivie until 4. I stand in the middle of the crowded sidewalk and tilt my head back, letting the sun hit my face. People pushed past me, everyone trying to get where they were going. Not a single one of them appreciating the beauty of the day and what God has done for them. I bet half of then haven't even prayed today. I throw my head back farther, letting the sun radiate over my skin.

 After a couple minutes, I bring my head back down and look around. Everything is a bit white and fuzzy and it makes me giggle. I let a broad grin sweep across my face as I think about what a great day it's been so far.

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When I get back to my loft, I notice that the front door is slightly ajar. My face falls flat as I remember that I didn't lock it this morning. I'm cautious as I walk in; I don't know if someone is still in here, I slip my shoes off as to not make any noise and quietly walk down the hall. I inspect my living room and kitchen, noticing all the stuff that is missing. That can wait but I need to find out if anyone is still in the house.

I walk on tiptoe to my bedroom and peek around the corner. No one is in there. I check under the bed and am greatly relieved when I check the closet and all my cloths are there, "Thank heavens," I breath, clutching my chest. That could of been bad.

Once I'm satisfied there is no one in the house, I try to find Tay. I check everywhere but she is no where to be found. I sit in the middle of the kitchen floor and cry. Who would steal a cat?

After I feel like I'm about all dried out from crying, I look around. I need to stop sulking and think of something positive. The intruder seems to of only taken smaller items, probably what he could carry or fit in a bag. I think of my poor Tay in a bag and almost lose it again. What a terrible thing to happen.

I don't file a complaint. I don't go looking for trouble. I sit in my loft and make a list of everything that is gone.

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I get to the park around 3:45 and walk around for a bit. I try not to think about all the items I just had to go out and buy to replace what was gone. I try not to think about Tay as I sit down by the lake. It's about 4:05 now and I know Ivie should be here soon.

I let my mind wander to Oliver as I stare at the water and I laugh. I can't wait to see him again; I feel like I'm thirteen again. Getting all excited over this boy. He was truly wonderful though. Someone I wouldn't mind spending awhile with.

I notice the time is 4:13 and wonder about Ivie. Where is she? I take out my phone and debate weather I should text her. Would it annoy her? I go ahead and send the text.

TO: Ivie Daniels (My twin)

I'm at Central Park at the lake. Where are you?

I hope she answers me this time and my hope is filled soon after.

You will never sleep alone, I'll love you long after you're gone...

FROM: Ivie Daniels (My twin)

I'm at the park, I'll be at the lake in 5.

Good, I thought. I know she was only 15 minutes late but I was getting worried. Even if I did just meet her yesterday, I would be devastated if something were to happen to her.

I sit patiently and when I see someone cross in front of me, I look up to see Ivie; her lip is busted open and swollen and her eye is bruising. A million things run through my mind. She got mugged. She got into a bar fight. She got hit by a car crossing the street.

"What in the world happened to you!?" I practically yell.

"I.. uh... Ran into a door knob," she mumbles. I give her the most serious face I have ever made, my eyebrows raised.

"You ran into a door knob?"

"Yeah."

"You realize you are like 5'7 and door knobs are like 3 feel off the floor. Ivie, you obviously did not run into a door knob. I'm not as dumb as you think."

"It's nothing, Olivia. Drop it. Now."

"Fine, but if you want to talk about it, ever, I'm here." Her eyes start to tear up and I knit my brows together. "What? Did I say something wrong?" I wait for her to respond.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong. "

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's just walk and talk."

Ivie asked all about my life but wouldn't make room for me to ask about her life. I was determined to find out about her though. It was coming up to 5:45 and I heard my stomach grumble.

"Do you want to come back to my place for .. erm.. dinner?" Ivie asked. I nodded earnestly. This would be a good way to learn about her. We started the long walk back to her apartment and she let us in.

"Just make yourself home-y and I'll make dinner."

"Sure thing." She walked into the kitchen and I sat down on the loveseat. The next thing I know a little fur ball is in my lap.

"Hi baby. What's your name?" The little ball purrs in response and I pet it until Ivie comes back out of the kitchen.

"Uh-hem. Dinner is ready." I lightly pick up the little white ball and place her on the couch as I stand.

"It smells really good, Ivie." She blushes lightly, the first time I've seen embarrassment cross her.

"Thanks, Liv." I smile widely at the new nickname. I make her stand with me in the kitchen while I say the prayer.

God, thank you for everything. Thank you for letting us find each other and letting this work. Thank you for Ivie's cooking skills, I'm very hungry. Thank you for protecting us today. Thank you. Amen

 

Ivie mumbles a small amen and I wink at her. We sit down to a small table and I tuck into the meal. I notice Ivie is eating quite slowly and realize something seems to be bothering her. I gently set my fork down on the side of my plate and wipe my mouth. I clear my throat and she looks up. I stare into her eyes.

"So, about your face.." I take a deep breath and wait for her reply.

Her eyes flash over with pain? Hurt?

God help her be strong.