Olivia

Heart attack

"And I'm like
Ow, never thought it'd hurt so bad
Getting over you."

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When I get back into my door, Kayla isn't there, and a lot of her stuff is gonna as well. I don't want to be nosey, but it would be nice to know where she's at and to see if she's safe. When I call her it goes strait to voicemail.

"Sorry I couldn't answer your call, it's either because I'm partying or just because you're not that important. Anyway I'll try and call you back, maybe."

I've always looked past all of her shady things that she's done, and tried to look at the good parts of her. Like she's a really good listener, and I don't know if that's genuine or that she's just zoning out and not paying attention to me at all, but either way it's nice to rant out loud even if the person couldn't care less.

My mind drifts back to the last 24 hours, and hanging out with the boys they're really nice, and fun to hangout with, but they have a need to party so I don't know how well that would be for focusing on my school work. The semester is ending in three months, and hopefully by then I'll decide what I want to do in life.

I know that I want to do something with art or even maybe music, but there's so many options that it's extremely overwhelming.

I know that Michael and the rest of them really are trying hard to make a musical career, and maybe if I try hard enough I could make a career out of my ability too, but that's silly. I'm not cut out for that type of life.

The biggest and most confusing thing on my mind is Harry and Michael. I told Kayla I liked Harry, and ever since then I haven't had any contact with him. Kayla also has been distancing herself from me and becoming more and more of an overall mean person, towards me at least, but who knows maybe she's having family issues.

Speaking of her family issues, and just overall issues. She told me that her and Luke were involved with one another in Australia, and now apparently they're siblings. I don't know if this is the only time she's lied to me about something, because I know that she obviously is really good at it. I believed it about her and Luke without questions. It just seemed so real.

I have art today with Harry, and maybe I can talk to him about my feelings, and why I didn't kiss him. If he wants to hear me out, I'll ask him back to his dorm so I can confess everything about Toby, and why I have my walls built up so high, but when I arrive to class Harry isn't in his usual spot, or anywhere for that matter. The rest of class I sort of have a small tinge of anticipation for Harry to just walk in class, and give me his award winning smile, but he never did.

I text him asking him if he's okay, but ten minutes pass and I get no reply. I decide to just to stop by his room to make sure everything is alright with him.

I leave art class with a few assignment sheets for him, and I head over towards his room. I knock on his door, and I hear shuffling.

Kayla opens the door in nothing but a white T-shirt that goes a little past her thighs.

"What do you want Olivia?" Kayla asks me.

"I wanted to see Harry." I say.

"Give me a minute." She says, and slams the door shut. From inside the room I hear brief conversation. Kayla opens the door with a pair of leggings on. From the inside I see a small glimpse of Harry clad in just his boxers. My heart sinks, I guess I didn't realize it before, but it all makes sense now. When Kayla opened the door I was skeptical, and she didn't even have pants on. I guess I just thought she was there to visit or something, but after seeing Harry like that it all clicked. They either hooked up, or they're involved.

"What's going on Kayla?" I ask her really confused.

"Listen here, bitch," she grabs onto my collar, and pins me against a wall. "From the first day Harry enrolled here I've loved him, then you waltz in and take him from me. I came up with a plan that would get you out of the picture, and it worked, and you can't do anything about it."

"What the fuck. You're sick." I spat at her in anger pushing her off of me. She dramatically falls on to the ground, and starts to "cry." She yells for Harry like she was being murdered.

Harry comes out with concern written on his face. He looks down at Kayla then back up at me, and anger replaces the look of concern on his face.

"What the fuck Olivia." He yells.

"I didn't do anything!" I defend myself.

"Then why the fuck is she sobbing on the floor?" He yells out in anger.

"She flopped onto the ground like a fucking drama queen." I seethe at him.

"That's bullshit." He says. He goes down and helps Kayla off of the floor. While he's not looking at me Kayla smirks at me slyly.

"Just leave Oliva." Harry spats.

"You know what fuck you both." I say storming down the hallway just absolutely pissed off.

The fucking nerve on this girl is just outrageous. I have been nothing but kind to her since day one, and I thought she was being genuine to me as well, but in reality see was as fake as a Barbie. This shit is the reason why I have trust issues.

I poured my heart out to her about how much I liked Harry, and this is the shit she does. Then to top it all off she fucking acts like I full on pushed her with all of my strength onto the floor, like no bitch calm down.

Harry wasn't any better, he was a real douchebag. Kayla has him wrapped right around her perfectly manicured finger. She probably gave him what no guy could ever resist. A fucking blowjob. I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore, I'm just really pissed.

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Eventually I wasn't mad anymore. I was upset, I felt like someone just ripped my heart out and stomped on it a few times. I just sat there and went on my bed for a few hours ignoring everything else around me, I just need my dad's right now.

I want to be strong. I want to be one of those people who can bounce back from anything, but I'm not, and I never have been. I pull out my phone and call my dad's home phone still the house. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. In my time of need I also call all of my brothers, but of course none of them pick up.

Feeling desperate for human contact I call Michael, and unlike all of my family members he picks up on the second ring.

"Hey Olivia!" Michael says happily to me.

"He Michael." I say trying to sound cheery. He immediately notices that something is off, and asks me what's wrong.

"It's too hard to explain." I sniffle.

"We can meet up tomorrow if you need someone to talk to." He says in a soft voice.

"Okay." I say trying not to cry.

"Please get some rest." He says softly.

"Thanks Michael. See you tomorrow." I say and hang up.

I know he told me to try and get some sleep, but I don't know if that's going to happen. There's too much stuff happening in my mind. I peel myself from my bed, and take a few of my anxiety pills, and a pill to help me sleep. For the rest of the night I lay there staring up at my ceiling.

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Shit is going down, but it'll get better really soon though I promise!!

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-Hannah 💕