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Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Olivia POV.

2 weeks later*

"Good morning beautiful," I heard Louis say as I walked down the stair case. He was in the kitchen, and his back was facing me. He seemed to be cooking something on the stove and I was a little curious, and hungry. I took a large whiff to signal Louis that it smells good. (God I'm so fat it's depressing)

"Want some babe?" Louis said full of enthusiasm as he was turning around to face me. He saw me and immediately started laughing. i didn't understand what was so funny.... Was my ugliness getting out of hand? "Lose your clothes babe?" he stated questionly and looking me up and down. I totally forgot I've just gotten out of the shower. "I realized I have no clothing, " I said to Louis in a quiet tone. it's kinda embarrassing really I've been here for about two weeks and I've worn the same exact outfit and louis old clothes. "Wear some of mine," he said. At first I thought he was joking, since that's what he's been saying this whole time but when I looked at his face I noticed how serious he was.

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"Aren't i gorgeous?" I said walking into the kitchen with his white teeshirt and black skinny jeans. "Wow, stunning," he said laughing to himself.

"Dammit!!" he screamed really loud. "What's the matter, am I that ugly?" I said to him not joking this time. "I burnt the food," he said like he was really depressed. "Chill, it's just breakfast we can always have some cereal," I said trying to calm him down. "Let's go out for breakfast, ok?"

"Sure if breakfast is that important to you,"

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We arrived at this little place that looked liked a family owned restaurant. It had cute little chalk boards to write down the orders. He ordered some eggs and bacon. And I just got cereal. "Really olivia, Cereal?" he said to me after we ordered. we sat there awkward for a moment until he spoke up. "Tell me about yourself, You can't keep anything a secret from me," he said laughing. I sat there silently picking at my nails when I knew he was staring right at me.

"Can I ask you something that's been bothering me for a while,"

"Sure thing," I said

"Why... were you about to..

"Jump," I interrupted him knowing that's what he was going to ask.

"I've gone too far... I knew the only way to get out of that situation was to jump. I don't have anyone and I never did. I moved here alone, and no one stopped to say a goodbye,"

"Well I bet your parents care... don't they?"

I sat there silently. Flashbacks forming in my mind. "Dad?" I said walking into the hospital building. No response. "Mom!?!" I screamed tears forming down my eyes. "Olivia?" I heard someone say. I walked towards the lady. it wasn't my mom. It was a nurse.

"Olivia?" Louis said "I'm sorry for asking, but I was just curious."

"I understand, and I should probably tell you, shouldn't i?" I asked him.

"So about your parents..."

"My parents cared at one point in my life, but that changed." I said. "They passed away,"

"Who did you live with," Louis asked as he was eating his food.

"I lived with my boyfriend," I said. "It was a mistake."

"Does he live in this area with you?" Louis asked.

"I sure hope not, I mean, he's suppose to be in prison."

"Drugs?...." Louis stated in a question.

"Abuse," I said with tears forming in my eyes. The waitress walked up handing Louis the check. We both got up and headed towards the car.

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"Do you want to talk about it," Louis said as he was sitting down on the couch. I was now looking down at him from standing. "Do u wanna know?" I said in a sorta sarcastic tone. "Look, I'm not here to make you feel uncomfortable. Your living with me now and I want to know about you and comfort you. I really like you and I'm not going to use your past against you now." I thought about what he said. I kinda felt like a bitch after that. All he was doing is taking are of me and I'm just being awful. After all I have only know him for two weeks but that's enough to realize that he actually gives a shit about me.

"I'll tell you," I said to him.

"Thank you," Louis said to me as he patted the couch to signal me to sit next to him. I sat down, while only staying silent. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto his lap not detaching the hug. "You said something about abuse... Please don't tell me that he..." I got up ripping off my shirt. "Oh my gosh," Louis said, as he noticed my bruises and scars. I didn't say anything or show any emotion.. All I said was,"Three years."