Traveling Vivian

Chapter ThirtyNine - Olie's Memories

Traveling Vivian

Chapter 39

Author’s Note: VERY GRAPHICAL. Do not read if offended by sex! There is a bit of a time jump here as well!

Things were bad again. Olie forced Ana to get a job because Olie decided to work part time but framed it as she was demoted. I heard her talking to her friends on the phone when Ana went job hunting. She said she wanted more time to spend with her daughter. Apparently I was her daughter since Dean was Ana’s and he was also a boy. It was tough because Ana worked at the political campaign.  She was always gone from the house. She worked from eight in the morning to six at night. Olie worked Mondays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays from six at night to five in the morning. She slept in the little moments to spare and then she woke up when she realized we were alone. Dean was always the one to wake her up. I always told him to don’t wake her up because she was a nightmare when she did awake.

Dean refused to listened to me because Ana always told him if he was hungry, knock on Olie’s door so she can fix him some breakfast. That was exactly what Dean did. He knocked on Olie’s door and he begged from her attention. When the door swung opened, Olie grabbed Dean in and I heard him begged for food. I would walk closely to the door to hear if Olie was doing the nasty to him.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

Dean mumbled, “yes!”

“Well, little Dean… I know of a specific food that even Vivian likes to eat. It is really delicious and I know you will like it.” She snickered.

“Gimme gimme! I am hungry!” He begged.

I heard Olie undressed as her clothes hit the floor. I heard Dean crying because he was hungry. I pressed my ears closer to the door as I heard Olie grab something and threw it on the mattress. I then found out it was Dean because Dean started fussing. Olie pinned his hands as I heard Dean screaming for her to stop. I couldn’t make much after because it felt like Olie pressed his head towards her breasts because Dean shut up. I heard suckling noises and knew that was what she did.

I crawled back to the Olie’s little office space and hid from her. I tried to think I was in a better place but I couldn’t think. I heard Dean crying through muffled sounds as Olie kept shouting “shut up!” I heard Olie undress him and I heard Dean wailed loudly.

“OOOOUUUUCHHHHHH!” He shouted.

“Oh Auntie is sorry, Dean. I promise you it won’t happen again. I was a little carried away because Auntie never had a real one before,” Olie said.

I looked away when she said that. That was disgusting. I looked through Olie’s boxes to keep my mind off what was happening to Dean. Dean was screaming so loud that it was nearly impossible to ignore what was happening. I looked through the boxed and pulled a pink fuzzy hardcover book. I looked at it and made out the sounds. “Olivia Hanson’s Memories”  I thought maybe this was Olie’s diary.

I tried to make a date from the first page but it was smudged. I made out the month and day.

January 12

Today is my birthday. Mom got me a diary and a new cassette player. She bought me the latest The Beatles tape and I couldn’t wait to hear it. Mom wanted me to write an entry in my diary at least twice a week. I figured it was girls my age do nowadays. I was now eight years old. I didn’t feel different at all. I felt like a child still. Maybe it was because mom still treats me like a baby. I didn’t get a birthday party this year because it was snowing way too much to bring in at least twenty people so mom said maybe next year. Hopefully I can get a birthday party next year. Anyways, there’s this really cute guy I like. His name is Walter Daisy. I know his name sounds really stupid but I actually like him. He’s kind of funny and cute. Hopefully mom will let me invite him over.