OLIVIA FOX [Completed]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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“You should twerk for me again.” Orlando is cooking in his kitchen and I am watching him.

“First one’s for free.”

“Oh yeah? I’m heartbroken.”

“Don’t you even want to know the price? See if you can afford it?”

“What’s the price Olivia Fox?”

I chuckle. “Never leave me and I’ll twerk for you all my life.”

Orlando smiles. “I could do that. That’s pretty easy. I love you Olivia.”

“I love you too.”

The unexpected happens. Fire from his stove. Orlando grabs the towel on the counter. I think it is wet. He hits the small fire continuously and it dies down. I rush to Orlando and I take his face in my hands. My hands are shaking. Tears are flooding down my eyes.

“Are you okay? Orlando are you okay? Are you okay?”

“Olivia. I’m fine. Olivia calm down. I am fine.” He is standing right in front of me but I am hearing his voice from a distance.

My heart is pounding. Pounding so hard against my chest I think it might explode. My mouth and hands are shaking. I can’t see Orlando anymore. All I see is fire. And Cosmos. And Shirley.

You are seeing someone else? You are fucking cheating on me? Cosmos. How could you do this to me? To Shirley. Who is she? Who is the woman you are screwing? Tell me her name you bastard. Tell me her name.

The memories are hitting me. My head is aching. Like it wants to explode. I feel pain. I feel pain.

Yes Olivia. I am seeing someone else. This was never a marriage.

The pain in my head is increasing.

So it’s my fault that you can’t control your dick. Who is she? Do you have feelings for her?

Sweat is breaking out of my skin and I can feel my clothes soaking up the sweat.

Yes. Yes Olivia. I love her.

I feel cold. I feel so cold.

You bastard.

“I didn’t mean to throw the bottle. I didn’t mean to throw the bottle. I didn’t mean to start the fire. You have to believe me. I didn’t mean to. Shirley. Shirley. My daughter. I didn’t mean to start the fire. I hope you believe me. I hope you believe me.”

“I believe you. I believe you. I’m here.”

I hear Orlando’s voice from a distance. Darkness envelopes me.

I wake up in the hospital. Orlando is by my side. Mable is pacing the ground. My head feels light. And my throat feels so dry.

“Orlando?”

He turns to face me swiftly. “Baby. You are okay. Thank God you are okay.” His face. That calmness in it is gone. It is replaced by worry and what looks like fear. It hurts me to see him like this. Mable rushes to my side.