I didn't change much, just the ending.
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I woke up in an empty bed, for the second time. I just laid there.
Trever's mad at me. I think he might break up with me, we're on a break right now. He's almost never home and when he is he ignores me.
A few days ago Joseph texted my phone lying about how we fucked while Trever was at work. Trever believed him.
If he knew what really happened he would want to beat Joseph's ass.
Joseph raped me. If I was able to close the front door it wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault.
I would tell somebody but they won't believe me. It happened more than once, they'll think I'm lying.
My life is so fucked up. I hate it. I hate myself. I honestly wanna die. I'm just tired of it all.
I miss Trever like crazy.
While I was laying there my door opened. I turned around so that my back was facing the door. "Olivia?", I heard Trever ask. I turned around and looked at him. "Look-"
"Trever don't leave me.", I said with a crack in my voice. "I didn't fuck him. I promise. I would never ever cheat on you, ever. He lied. I don't wanna break up." A tear rolled down my face. I sniffed and wiped my eyes.
"What happened?" I just looked at him. "W-" He looked at the door. "I didn't do anything!", he said quickly and putting his hands up.
"I know you didn't do anything.", my daddy said as he walked in my room. Why do he got a gun? I sat up. Trever slowly put his hands down. "Why didn't you tell me?", my daddy asked looking at me.
"Tell you what?", I asked.
"Why didn't you tell me what Joseph or what ever his name is did?", my daddy said. I didn't say anything. How do he know? "Olivia?"
"I was scared.", I said lowly.
"What happened?", Trever asked.
"Daddy please don't do nothin' crazy. I don't want you to go to jail.", I said.
"What happened?", Trever asked again. My daddy just looked at me. He shook his head up and down.
"I'm not gonna do anything. I'll be back.", he said leaving.
"Fuck.", I said putting my face in my hands. I felt somebody sit on my bed. I looked up. It's Trever of course.
"What happened?", he asked. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
"I'm sorry.", I cried. "I tried to close the door but I couldn't, he was too strong. I'm sorry."
"Shh.", he said pulling me to him as I cried. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's gonna be okay, okay?" I shook my head as I sniffed. He held me tighter.
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I'm so tired of living. I don't wanna do this life shit anymore. I wanna die so I can be pain free. No, I don't wanna die, I just want the pain to end. Death is the only way it'll end.
I keep getting abused. I deal with bad depression. I always think about self harm. I have horrible nightmares and flashbacks. My momma's gone. This isn't a way to live.
This is it. No games. I'm done.
I grabbed a few sheets of paper and a pen and started writing notes to everyone in my life as I lowly cried.
After I finished I put them on my dresser. I quietly left my room and went to my daddy's room. I quietly got his gun and went back to my room. I closed the door. I walked to the middle of my room and cocked the gun then put the gun to my head. My door opened. It's Trever. "Terrence?! Jayden?!", he called. "Baby please put the gun down." He was about to take a step forward.
"Don't! I'll pull the trigger! I swear!", I said.
"Baby please don't do this.", Trever said with watery eyes. My brother, daddy, and Nia ran in my room. They kept telling me to put the gun down and telling me not to do it at once.
I closed my eyes. Right before I pulled the trigger the gun was smacked out of my hand. I opened my eyes as my somebody hugged me tightly. It's my daddy. Jayden, Trever and Nia joined the hug. I started crying.
I can't believe I almost killed myself.
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Olivia's Story
Teen FictionOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.