Olivia

Chapter 4

Olivia POV

As we pull up and Harry parks the car, I see him. The worst man alive. He is of whom I absolutely hate.

"Oh my God." My jaw hangs open.

"What? What is is love?" Harry asks with a concerned look on his face.

"It's...its..." I stutter

"It's who?"

"Him"

"Who is him?"

"My...my"

"Your what, love?" He sounds so worried.

"My dad"

"David?! What?! What the fuck is he doing here?!" Harry is yelling.

"I don't know Harry! I don't want to see him! Let's go!"

"No. You stay in the car." He says as he climbs out of the car.

"No Harry don't start anything! Get back in the car right now!"

He completely ignores me and starts running towards my sperm doner. He doesn't deserve the title "dad".

I get out of the car and hold my dress as I try to run in my heels which is completely impossible so I give up and start fast-walking.

"Harry!"

Harry has reached my so-called-father and has managed to get him to the ground and is continuously throwing punches at my "dads" face. The sound of the punches is too much to handle.

"Harry stop it! Get off of him!" Even though I hate him for everything he did to me, I don't want Harry to get in trouble for getting into a fight with my "dad".

By now a crowd has formed and everybody has their phones out taking pictures and videos. Ugh where are the fucking teachers!?

Just then, the amazingly hot Mr. Fitz comes running out the gym doors.

"Stop it!" Mr. Fitz yells at Harry.

Harry just keeps throwing punches at his face. He is bleeding so bad and I don't even think he got one punch in, Harry looks fine.

Mr. Fitz grabs Harry by the armpits and pulls him off of David. Harry keeps throwing punches, and as Mr. Fitz is pulling Harry off of him, he is just punching the air.

"What is going on here?!" Damn he's hot when he's mad.

"This good for nothing piece of shit was just getting what he deserves!" Damn straight Harry!

"And what exactly did he do to deserve this?" Mr. Fitz asks Harry.

"Well, I can't tell you that."

"And why not?"

"Because it's not my story to tell." Harry looks over at me as I stare at David's punched in, bleeding face.

Mr. Fitz notices Harry looking at me and he too looks at me.

I look up from David and see them looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person and I guess they expect me to tell them what David did to deserve this.

"I can't tell you what he did Mr. Fitz. I'm sorry, it'a just too personal." I tell him with sorry laced in my voice.

"I understand." He's such a nice guy. I wonder if he's single.

"Thank you."

"Now Harry, we have some talking to do."

"Can I come with you guys?"

"No, Ms. Brown. Harry and I need to speak in private."

I don't listen as they start walking into the gym and follow them to the office.

"Ms. Brown, Harry and I ne-"

"No. I'm going to be in there with you. After all it is my fault Harry did this."

"Okay, but you need to be quiet."

"Okay."

Harry and I interlock our fingers and I whisper in his ear, "Why did you do that?"

"Because it needed to be done, sugarplum. He deserved that and you know it."

"Yes, he did deserve that, but it happened so long ago, and it was the whole reason my parent got divorced Harry."

"Yeah, I know that. And I was there for you through the whole thing."

"Yeah you were, and it would probably still be happening if you hadn't have said anything because I was too afraid to say anything. I was too scared that it would only get worse."

"Yeah babe, I know."

"I'm just glad it's all over with."

"Me too, Livie, me too."