Taken

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Olivia's POV:

Today was the day .... The day I go off to college , the day I become an "adult " . To be honest I've been waiting for this day to happen all my life ... To finally get away from the alcoholic know as my mother . Me ,Olivia Jane Johnson ... A college student following my dreams. The dreams I've had sense I was five years old . All those days of singing in the shower or for the elderly have finally paid off ... Now that once little girl who sang to herself will be know all around the world ... Well hopefully . At the moment all I'm known for is being a student and babysitting to make money , but my dream of becoming a singer and touring all around the world has never changed .... Being on stage .... That was my goal .

My thoughts were shortly interrupted by the sound of my mother stumbling Into my bedroom ... Drunk of course. I payed no mind to her as I continued to pack my bags for my long flight to California. California .... Wow ... If you where to tell me 5 years ago that I would be moving to California to become a singer and attend one of the most well educated schools there , I would laugh in your face until I was crying . Moving from The Bronx in New York to Los Angeles in California is a huge change in my life ... probably on any 18 year olds life most people my age wouldn't even think or even dream of doing moving that far away from home most think its a crazy idea ......But nothing's Impossible right?

"Livy what are you going " my mother slurred as she pulled herself off of the floor , the smell of liquor filled the air that once smelled like oranges . "I'm packing mom.... You know for college ... I told you this about a thousand times" I said a bit annoyed ... If I counted I'm pretty sure I actually did tell her a thousand times .... She was just always to drunk to pay attention .

"Oh ... College " she chuckled "those were the days ill tell ya , the parties the guys the hot teachers , college was amazing "she walked over to me ... Stumbling over her feet every so often . There was one thing my mother never got into that alcoholic head of hers , I'm not her and she's not me , my plans were to stay in my dorm and study until I fell asleep every night , maybe even with my room mate , not going out and having sex with a stranger while chugging down gallons of liquor . My rant on how much my mother and I were not alike was interrupted once again when her tone of giggles and shouts turned slightly serious ." when does your flight leave?" She said sitting up straight in my bed ... I knew she was drunk but for some odd reason she seemed to be serious for once ... Maybe she wasn't drunk . No that's impossible she smells like liquor was poured all over her . I checked my phone for the time , it was 1:28 pm and my plane takes off at 6 o'clock sharp. "It leaves at six but I gotta start heading to the airport in 3 hours" I told her truthfully as I folded my last few pieces of clothing .

She took a deep breath ... Almost a sigh and walked out of my room. To be honest a felt relieved that she didn't argue with me about moving so far away ... Considering that I was the one who basically raised both of us .. I was the one who worked ... I was the one who paid for most of the bills and I was the one who bailed my mother out of jail late at nights for starting fights at bars . I was the adult .... I didn't really have a child hood , my father died when I was nine .. He was such a good man , always friendly and always had time for his family . The same with my mom surprisingly , she was always so happy and full of light , I can remember the way my mother and father smelt my mom always smelt like fresh apples and my dad cinnamon, such a perfect mix.

All of that changed when my father died... My mother and I were playing a board game one night , locked inside because of a heavy rain storm . My mother always knew what to say on nights like this , I was scared by the sound of thunder and the strikes of lightening , but my mother was there with soothing words that always made me feel better . I remember that night perfectly .. The night my childhood was taken away . My mother and I were playing "life" in the living room when the phone started to ring , my mother gave me a bright smile and said "no cheating " before she scurried to pick up the phone . I watched her every move , the way her bright smile faded away , the way she dropped the phone to the floor and she was told the shocking news of my fathers death. It was simply heart breaking the way she fell on her knees and cried , I went over to her and hugged her . "Mommy what's wrong ?" I asked her as I started crying myself unsure of what has happening . She looked up at me and held me tightly ... The three words that haunt me till this day ... The three words that give me nightmares from the past . "Daddy is gone "