Tears of a Clown

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Olivia slammed her front door shut and placed her back up against it. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled.

Banks' mom was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer and he was freaking. He didn't want reconciliation, he just wanted a shoulder, and for him, Olivia was that shoulder.

Lately, that was the one thing weighing heavily on Olivia.

Lifting everyone up, but barely having a stable leg to stand. That was the story of her life. Being ok when nothing was ok. Putting on a happy face when really she just wanted to release the ugliest cry.

No one knew how emotionally draining it was for Liv to pretend like she was well put together to keep others from falling apart. Although she and Banks weren't together, Olivia would not allow him to face something so difficult alone.

Yet, here she was, alone and on the brink of a panic attack due to her own repressed memories.

"Breathe, just breathe," Liv coached herself while stabilizing her breathing. "Ok... Ok," She sighed, feeling like she had it together.

Stripping down while simultaneously heading towards her bathroom, Liv tossed her clothes in a hamper. Walking into her bedroom she flicked on the light and jumped out of her skin.

"Oh my God!" She screamed loudly, clutching her chest. Gunna sat in the corner of her room, dressed in all black, with a gun on his lap. "How did you- what are you doing here? Why are you in my house?" Liv fussed, failing in an attempt to cover herself up.

Gunna barely flinched as he sat up straight. Though his body was stiff from sitting in the same position for three hours straight, he didn't plan on moving.

Looking up at Olivia, he spoke, "I'm gonna need you to explain this shit to me," He drawled. "Choose your words wisely, because they may be your last."

"Excuse me? What are you even talking about? How are you gonna break into my home and threaten me?"

"Olivia," Gunna rose to his feet. Clutching his gun, but keeping it at his side. He walked up so close to her that their noses were almost touching. "Right now ain't the time for all that fly shit." He gritted, putting a bullet in the chamber. "So I'm gonna ask you this, and I need you to be honest with me. Did that nigga send you to get at me?"

"Wha-"

Gunna gripped Olivia's cheeks tightly and spoke through clenched teeth, "The nigga that just dropped you off! The one that I've had a beef with for the longest, that nigga!" He yelled.

"Gunna, I don't know what your problem is, or what you and Banks have going on," Olivia snatched out his grasp. "But leave me out of your bullshit! And for the record, you found me, not the other way around, dumbass!" She spat, pushing him in his chest.

Olivia stomped out of her room and left Gunna standing there looking stupid.

"Damn," Gunna sighed, running a hand down his face. If he was thinking logically he would have remembered that Sherrod was the common denominator between Olivia and himself.

Gunna fucked up.

But it was Liv's fault his head was all discombobulated. Never had he been off his game like this until Olivia got him in his feelings.

Hearing the shuffling of Liv's feet against her floors, Gunna tucked his gun on his waist and went to apologize.

Instead of finding a frightened Olivia, he found himself staring down the barrel of a Mossberg shotgun.

"Whoa, hold up Liv," He threw his hands up.

"You break into my house, put your hands on me, threaten my life, and now I'm supposed to hold up? How does that work?" Olivia asked menacingly.