Olive Tree (WAIK Sequel)

Chapter 5 - "Oh, Beatrice."

"I love the name Grace," Anne protested, laying on the sofa, her hands on her stomach. "But Josh likes the name Rosie."

"You do know that there are such things as boys," I snapped and then soothed. "Not to rain on your parade or anything."

Anne sighed. "We haven't really thought of boys names. Accept Kyle."

"Kyle's nice..."

"Too common, I know. I'm going to be a really bad mother."

"Don't be silly," I moved closer to place my hand on her stomach. "You're going to be a great parent."

"How much are you betting that it will hate me? It'll cry as soon as it comes into my arms and will love Josh more."

"Well for a start you could stop calling your child an it," I laughed. "But no, seriously, you're going to make a great mum."

Anne just smiled. It was the first genuine smile I've ever seen plastered on my best friend's face. She moved her fringe from her face and sat up as Josh arrived.

Immediately, she jumped up and he kissed her passionately.

"Babe are you ready for Beatrice's party? Make sure you get that thing I asked you to as well." She gave Josh a wink.

Josh nodded and they both proceeded to leave and take Josh's car god knows where.

I sat on the sofa Anne was once laid apon and rested my head in my hands.

Party preparation and birthday presents were all I'd heard for the past week, and my head was exploding with secret plans I've kept bottled up tight. I should be used to hiding things by now. I mean, I did hide mum's affair with Fabian for almost 6 months. But hey, that was for her safety. And Fabian helped her out of her troubled marriage; consisting of drunken arguments and petty door slams, which turned into my dad being a woman beater.

I entered Bea's bedroom and closed the door lightly. She was wearing a dark red dress running down to her ankles, along with her hair in a neat bun.

"Do I look okay?" She asked and turned to face me.

"You always do." I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and she ran her fingers through my hair.

I gently kissed her lips, now coated in lip gloss.

"Happy birthday," I smiled and reached a small jewellery box from my jeans pocket. "I got you a little present."

"You didn't have to." She smiled brightly as I revealed the small necklace I had brought her. The chain was silver, and had a lucky horseshoe around the middle.

Bea turned around and I connected the hooks around her neck, securing the necklace in place.

"I love it, thank you." She smiled and hooked her arms around my neck.

I rested my hands on her hips as she kissed me, before moving one of my hands down to the curve of her back. As the kiss got more passionate, the door creaked open behind us.

"Awkward moment number two," Anne cleared her throat, causing us to stop. She laughed and the atmosphere soothed.

I wiped my mouth of Bea's lip gloss as we walked downstairs together.

"Happy birthday!" Another one of Bea's high school friends, Gillian, yelled and embraced her.

"Aw. Thank you for coming, Gill." Bea hugged back and took the lilac bag from Gillian's possession.

Rose and Simon were next to give her presents. They, and mum, had got her a lovely sister in law card, which glittered everywhere.

Anne and Josh got her a fairly big bunch of lilies and a small bottle of Beyoncè's new perfume, along with yet another birthday card.

Bea's sister, Joyce, came all the way from college, and gave her some more girly presents; such as perfume and dresses.

Her mother gave her a scrap book of memories from her childhood. After the party, we actually flicked through the pictures. It turned out they went to Disney Land.

"When my dad died, Mom used it to distract us from the fact that he'd gone and wasn't returning anytime soon." Bea admitted and turned the page.

"Want anything to eat? I believe we have some left over cocktail sausages." I eyed up what was left of the snack table and licked my lips slightly.

"No, we can't eat," She protested. "We're going out soon."

"It's only to the fun faire. You're gonna be starving otherwise. I'm sure one cocktail sausage won't hurt."

She shook her head stubbornly and went back to the pictures. 

After a few minutes of silence, she complimented my mother's cake making skills.

"I'm sure she'll be flattered." I smiled and Bea rested her head on my shoulder.

I looked down at her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Are we good people yet?" She slyly asked.

"I suppose so, in some light." I smiled and kissed her lightly.

She decided to drag the kiss out and not gasp for air so quickly. 

Bea's laughter sent tingles down my spine as we looked through the fun house mirrors.

"Where are you?" I asked, almost banging into one. I followed her laughter and cornered her.

She faked a scream and hooked her arms around my neck.

"Oh no!" She said through giggles.

I entwined my tongue with hers softly for a few minutes until we heard the sound of Josh coming to rescue us.

We then decided to ride the ghost train. It scared all of us half to death. Bea kept hiding her face into my leather jacket, and Gillian was cradling her cowardly boyfriend. We'd met him old a few minutes ago, and we instantly collided. His name is Peter. The first thing you notice about him is his bright, green eyes and his very white teeth. He was a puff, though.

Anne wasn't phased by the jump scares like the rest of us. Even Josh jumped at the hidden tarantula on the wall. But Anne didn't flinch. She even yawned a few times, but laughed at everyone getting scared.

The last ride we went on, since the faire was always so damn expensive, was the dodgems. Accept Anne of course. We got away with the ghost train, but the dodgems were too much of a risk. Although she was leaned over the barrier being Josh's navigator, she seemed to be having a good time nevertheless.

After we broke a million dodgem rules and got kicked off them, we gathered on the stone wall to watch the firework display.

As the sky was lit up with exploding colours, I kissed Beatrice in front of everyone. I kissed her in which reminded me of how much I loved her, and the night that I stole her innocence.

"Happy birthday, Beatrice." I granted her between the kisses.

"Get off of her!" I screamed as tears spilled down my cheeks.

My little sister's face began going grey as she was fighting for air. My brother watched; stone cold and frozen.

"Why should I?" My father grunted as he deprived her of one of the most simple things in life. Air.

"Why wouldn't he?" My mother said through tears. "He knows it'll hurt us all the same."

"Olly wake up!" Beatrice shook me and my eyes shot open. I took in my surroundings and turned to see my girlfriend in nothing but her underwear. "You were shouting!"

I looked down at my bare chest and propped myself up with my elbows.

I gulped. "Did we?"

Bea nodded then stopped. "What happened? Why were you shouting?"

"I relived something that has been imprinted in my memory as soon as it happened."

"What?" She gripped my hand tightly under the covers.

I shook my head and focused on the lump in my throat. "One of my dad's old tricks. One of the main reasons I was forced to go to therapy."

"It's gonna be okay." She planted a kiss on my cheek and held my hand tighter than before. "I'm right here."

I smiled. "Oh, Beatrice."