Olive Tree (WAIK Sequel)

Chapter 10 - "Wow, slow down. Jesus,"

Knock, knock, knock.

I was awoken from my dreams by the sound of the door, and Rose screaming because Simon had let his lady bugs loose in the kitchen for a "stroll". I eased from the sofa and went to tug the door open. A curvy, blonde girl stood on the porch with a bag hung gently over her shoulder. She had a beautiful, blue butterfly clip holding back most of her fringe into a quiff at the back of her head. Her blonde locks ran smoothly over her shoulders where she'd parted it manually. She cleared her throat and introduced herself.

"Grace? From therapy?" I gasped and she nodded excitedly. "Come in, dear god!"

Grace clutched her shoulder bag and stepped inside. She was wearing a long furr coat, black skinny jeans, brown ankle boots and a plain white tee. "Lovely house."

"Thank you," I replied, shutting the door behind her. "How did you get here from England?"

"I flew," She placed her bag down and sat on the sofa not far from it. "I was looking through your files and they'd luckily updated it."

"Yeah my mum mentioned briefly before we left. I paid no mind because I never thought I'd need to go back to therapy again," I sat next to her. "Why are you here?"

"You can't just escape from your mind, Olly," Grace announced. "You're going to need therapy to ensure you're not in that state of mind again. Therapy isn't a one time thing."

"I'm fine," I insinuated. "Just dandy."

"The hospital informed me of your suicidal attempt, you don't have to lie anymore." She grunted. "I'm a therapist. I'm paid to see through the cracks of your smile."

"What now?"

Grace handed me a blue card with a phone number and web address written on it in black, bold letters. I examined it for several minutes before she rose from her seat.

"It's going to be okay, Olly. I'm back in your life now," She took my hand and brought me up to her level. "I'll take care of you again, just like old times. When we used to walk along the beach, stay awake at night just talking and look at the stars and picture a world where age didn't matter."

"I think it's time for you-"

Grace grabbed my face and forced her lips to mine, not caring about anything else. Not if I had a girlfriend. If I'd turned gay. If Simon and Rose were in the house.

I pushed her away from me and she fell into our CD rack, sending the disks flying everywhere. All she did was rise and leave in a hurry, forgetting her bag. Not even an apology.

"Olly, are you okay?" Beatrice's face was blurry when I first opened my eyes. "Lazy pants, it's 12 PM!"

Beatrice. She's here. It's not Grace. 

Gratefully, I grabbed Bea into a tight embrace and brought her down to the bed, kissing her neck endlessly. 

"Wow, slow down. Jesus," She laughed and I stopped. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I tangled my fingers between her dirty blonde locks and stroked her cheek. "I'm just glad to see you. Really glad to see you."

"I have that effect on people," She slid from my body to the side of me before wrapping her arms underneath my back to meet again at the other side of my stomach, resting her head on my chest. 

"You certainly do." I chuckled playfully.

"What do you want for breakfast this morning?" She asked, lifting her head from my chest and smiling up at me. "Waffles... Cereal... French toast... Ordinary toast..."

I thought about it for a moment before shifting her body weight back onto my front. She bent down to my lips and kissed me passionately as I ran my hands up her t-shirt, attempting to unclip her bra with the one hand I had free. Failure. Epic failure. Bea suddenly pulled away and got off of me. I felt sad all of a sudden, like she didn't want me.

"Pancakes it is then," She giggled sweetly and exited downstairs to the kitchen.

I admired from the bed my girlfriend for a minute. Even though she's younger than me she still had self control. Whenever I was "over doing it" she'd take control of the situation and would never fail to stop me. It's not just sex that she does this with. She does it with my self harm too. That time she caught me downstairs about to slit my wrists she talked me back to sense. Beatrice seriously has a weird effect on me, that's for sure.

I soon joined her downstairs where my smothered pancakes were laid on the table, along with a couple of small bowls for Simon and Rose when they rose from their beds like zombies. We were all playing Monopoly until late, and the kids were almost falling asleep then. I wasn't really expected them to come down for a long time yet. 

Beatrice proceeded to lay herself out some pancakes too, covered them with virtually the whole bottle of maple syrup and got herself a fork.

"I was thinking of seeing Diamont again today," She sat opposite me and dug into her first pancake.

"You're going home?" I asked, feeling sadness seep into my system again.

"It won't be for long," She said while chewing her piece of pancake. "You can come if you like."

"It's okay," I announced. "I promised Mom and Fabian a weekend away without Simon and Rose so they're off up North for a few days. They actually should be up by now. They're leaving soon."

"That was nice of you," She smiled brightly at me and grasped my hand with hers that wasn't clutched around her fork. "You can call me if you need me." 

I nodded and finished up my pancakes before dropping my empty plate in the sink. As I went to go into the living room, Bea cleared her throat. Then she said the dreaded words. The one that tingles my spine. My whole body.

"Dishes," She grinned widely, causing me to groan in frustration.

I hated doing the dishes. Who invented cleaning, anyway? I know. It was Satan. As I ran the hot tap and squirted some cheap washing up liquid into the sink, Bea dumped her plate in the water and wet me through and through. I grunted and carried on, my white t-shirt turning see through.

"You should probably change," She teased and leaned on the door frame. 

"You think?" I mocked and finished the dishes. 

I left her gawking when I took off my shirt. Typically, I then ruined the mood by dumping my soppy t-shirt on her head.

"I can't see!" She said through laughter. "Wet everywhere!"

I doubled over in laughter and grabbed her hand to avoid her smacking her head against the cupboard full of glasses. I removed the t-shirt and kissed her unexpectedly. Instinctevly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed her against the wall next to the door and felt up her sides, leading my hands to her bra strap again. We heard the door open and close so we stopped and I put her down gently. To our horror, Simon stood with his mouth wide open.

"Olly, why were you eating Beatrice's face?" He mindlessly asked, scratching his head.

"What about eating Beatrice's face?" Mom walked in and erupted into laughter. 

Bea by this point was as red as a tomato. Me on the other hand, I was crying of laughter.

"He wasn't eating my face," She hestitated. "We were just kissing."

"I just want breakfast..." Simon awkwardly said and sat at the table. Bea attempted to pour his breakfast but he wouldn't allow her coming anywhere near him. He made mum pour it. Which made it even more funnier. Well, to me and mum anyway.