Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Ten.

"Oh my Gawd! Babe! Stawp et!" She whined noisily and I turned up my television to kill her happiness in my ears.

Here I was trying to relax but no, I have to hear her happy squawks.

She giggled even more at whatever it was Oliver was doing. The television stood at its highest highest and I was surprised no one had come to tell me to turn it down or anything. I wondered how my mom was. Would they let her free after it was all done? What if they see how she acts and take her away?! I should have thought this through but damn Oliver and his sweet coaxing voice for making me believe it was all okay. I refused to cry knowing I'd cried way too much already and I needed to put a lid on it. So I continued watching tv and getting my mind off of whatever was happening. Eventually I was laughing loudly at the tv. I knew I loved this show for a reason! I rubbed my tummy under my shirt at the pain from laughing too hard.

"Is it really that funny? God, shut up. This show sucks anyway." Instantly I closed my mouth and looked at her offended.

This show is the reason to live! How dare she? Her disheveled hair and clothes newly wrinkled. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened in the room, but my throat still tightened up painfully. Great. She looked ever so triumphant and I looked at Oliver, He was tired in the face and posture. Anger began to boil within at this ridiculous moment and Oliver for doing this while I was here.

"What are you talking about Dummy this show is the shit!" Oliver dismissed Olivia's stupidity.

She blushed, "Babe I was kidding! You know I love this show." She peeped out.

Oliver plopped onto the couch with an exhale close to me even though this couch was made for one person. I felt squished and wanted him to go sit with himself girlfriend. Although I liked seeing her angered face, I didn't wanna cause trouble. Seconds later my body was even more crushed than before and I couldn't breath at all.

"Olivia get the fuck off! You're crushing her. Damn!" Oliver sounded angry but I barely noticed as I began to feel my throat closing and struggling tears rolling down.

"I'm just sitting babe. I'm sure she can handle it." Olivia laughed it off.

My feet started to feel in like fuzz. My stomach hurt from the pressure and I could feel a migraine. I had no idea how much she weighed but it must have been a ton at that moment.

"I said to move your ass Olivia!" She laughed some more. "What is wrong with you!"

"Why does it even matter? I'm not even hurting her, see?" She began bouncing on us in the small couch. Just how the he'll would she know if I was getting hurt? With every bounce I was losing air.

"If you weren't a girl I'd beat the shit out of you right now." Oliver growled fiercely.

"But you love me so ya won't." She smiled knowingly as her body crushed mine. Bitch. I don't love you so I will.

Suddenly on their own accord my arms shoved the bitch and I grunted with strength. She fell with a yelp and stayed there a second. She screamed from the ground and I thought she was seriously hurt. I was going to bend but Oliver stopped me and watched her on the floor instead. Soon enough she rose and looked expectantly at Oliver.

"Babe, aren't you going to do something." I kept trying to catch my breath not caring what he did because I was leaving, and not ever coming back, as soon as I could.

She stomped when he shrugged. We both knew she should have moved.

"I told you to move your ass. Shut up and take what you got. What do you want to do about it any way, tell daddy?" He spoke casually to her.