A/N: thanks so much to my friend, @whiskymikaelson for helping me edit! i appreciate it :)
"What do you have to tell me?" I asked confused.
He stared at me, he was about to say something, but then he closed his mouth.
"Never mind."
What was he about to say? All the questions were coming up in my head, but why am I curious of what was he about to say.?
"Well, we should probably get going then..."
I reached the door knob, I took a step out of the house. I haven't been outdoors in a while. My eyes scanned the neighborhood, nothing new.
3 hours later:
It was now 4:41 pm. I saw my dad carrying boxes to the car. I already knew this was going to happen. I went to my bedroom which gave me the chills but everything was dead in my room. The wallpaper had scratches and scrapes, it was dusty, everything looked worn out and dull.
"Olivia, it's time to go," my dad said.
I took one glance at this hellhole. I will never miss this place. Then, I left, not looking back.
I opened the car and slid down in the seat. I buckled my seat belt.
I rested my chin in the palm of my hand and kept looking out the window. My dad tried to make a conversation, but I only made one word answers.
Finally we made it to the new house. It was a decent house, but I was not impressed. I helped my dad with some boxes, then I see a man outside. Oh my holy god, his facial features though...
His eyes remind me of watercolor paint, the green was like an emerald green. His jawline was so sharp, I bet it could cut me. His hair looked soft and silky. You can easily see his toned abs through that thin white shirt.
I was basically speechless and drooling over him. My dad on the other hand he glared at the guy. The guy came over here, I stood tall.
"Do you need any help?" the man asked.
"No - we do not." my dad glared at him.
"I mean if you need any-" Dad cut him off.
"-Listen, I told you once. I shouldn't have to say it again," Dad interrupted him.
"Dad-" My dad gripped me by my arm. He steeped away, pulling me with him.
"Don't talk to him," my dad said in a stern voice and he made it pretty clear after that he went inside the house, then the man put his hands in his jean pockets.
The man furrowed his eyebrows, a frown stretching across his lips.
"Sorry about that, he's a bit... um, strict," I muttered.
The guy nods his head, understanding. "So, you're new here?" the man questioned.
"Yeah," I responded.
"What's your name?"
"Olivia Williams, yours?"
"Stefan. Stefan Salvatore."
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Moonlight 💜 Stefan Salvatore
FanfictionOlivia was abused by her father. Her mother died of cancer, she is forced to be stuck with her father for the rest of her childhood, but will that change from a boy by the name of Stefan Salvatore? [COVER MADE BY: WHISKYMIKAELSON]
