A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 28: Parents Choice

Chapter 28: Parents Choice {Oliver’s POV}

I’ve been in the bathroom for the longest time now. I was wearing my sky-blue swimming trucks, and left my white shirt, folded inside the sink. My knees were wrapped by my arms, as I squeezed my knees to my chest. As if I were to let go, I would lose. My face was pressed on my knees, and my eyes were closed. I wasn’t sleeping, nor was I tired, because I could still feel the warm water of the bathtub around me. And the droplets of water, dripping from the tips of my coral peach hair into the tub. 

My parents would come in once in a while, to see if I was ok. Even when they came inside, I didn’t speak to them, not one word. I couldn’t even look at them without a pit of anger coming out. Their eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt, which they should feel. But I’ve see thought eyes my whole life, every birthday, every vacation, every time. There eyes never changed, it all started when I was eight. I couldn’t remember if it was earlier, because the rest of me can’t. Only from 8 up, are the memories I have.

Maybe I’ve been missing something, I raised my right hand up and gazed at the wristband I had. I don’t even remember making it, this colors aren’t something you can buy. I know this because Prue and I have the same ones, she even told me Jordan had one. But how? And when did he receive one, when me and Prue just met him this year. There’s something missing, and if I find it, maybe all of this nonsense will make sense. And Prue and Jordan and I could be friends again. 

There was a sudden knock on the door, I slowly placed my hands in the water. And stretch my legs out, tilting my head up ever so slightly. Then there was a turn from the doorknob, and I took a glance from the corner of my eyes. It was my Dad; he was wearing his brown suit and tie when he walked in. But I ignored his presents and kept my eyes on the showerhead. 

“Olivier”? He whispered, I stiffen from the call of my name. But didn’t say a word. “You need to come out of the bathtub”. 

I wasn’t going to leave, this was my safe place. Somewhere I felt like thinking and clearing my mind at the same time. Why would I leave it? When this is the only place I have left to be safe. 

“Olivier, look at me”. He said firmly, when I didn’t do as he said he raised his voice. “Olivier”!

I flinched from the loudness, and turned my head to face him. He was sitting on the toilet seat glaring at me. I ran my fingers through my wet hairs, and glared back at him with as much anger I could express. 

“Stop acting like a child and get out of the bathroom. You mother is worried sick about you, yet you just keep hurting her. By saying nothing, and locking yourself in the bathroom. Do you have no shame”! He growled, narrowing his coco brown eyes at me. 

“What are you talking about. You two, took my only friends away and expect me to be okay with it. How else am I suppose to act, happy and joyful. That I can’t see Prue who I care for dearly, and Jordan my”. I stopped myself when I felt my vision started to blur, and wet, but cold strand of tears came down my cheek. “What do you want from me! My happiness, so you can watch me suffer”! I croaked, pressing my hand to my face and rubbing away the tears.

“Olivier”. He stood up from the toilet seat, and minced towards. He reached out his hand and placed it on my shoulder. “We know it’s hard for you. Believe us, it’s hard on us too. But were doing this for you”.

I looked up, and saw him gazing at me with pity. My left eyebrow twitched, and I slapped his hand away from my shoulder.

“Your doing this for me! You pulling me away from my friends because you want to protect me”! I barked, I stood from the tub in such a rush the water rose up and hit my dad’s dress shoes. “I never want to talk to you again”! He turned around from the tub, and walked over to the doorknob.

“I wish you knew”. He whispered, quickly before opening the door to leave.

When the door closed behind him, I was crying and yelling at the same time. I jumped from out of the bath, and swing my arms everywhere as I cried out in pain. A picture of Prue popped up in mind, with her hands on my cheek. She had her eyes closed, but her mouth open to a smile. That made me freeze, before smashing my fist into the mirror above the sink. 

“I can’t”. I choked, dropping my hands on either side of the sink.

“Olivier”?

I turned my head, and saw my mom stand in between the doorframe with cookies in her hand. She blinked her eyes, when she saw my face and dropped the cookies. The sound of metal hitting tile filled the room. And she came towards me wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me to her chest.

“Mom, I can’t. I can’t just live without Prue and Jordan, Mom. There my friends my only friends, and it hurt so much to know I can’t see them again”. I cried into her chest and she tightens her arms around me. 

Stroking my hair, and gracefully drawing circles on my back, and I stopped sobbed, but was still sniffing.

“Olivier baby, I know your hurting. But were doing this for you, trust us were your parents. And only want what’s best for you. So please don’t cry and hurt yourself because of us. When its time well tell you why. Okay, just listen to us now Olivier”. She pulled away from me and brushed my bangs up. I couldn’t look at her, because I didn’t want to hear those words again. Then she kissed my forehead lightly, and grabbed a hold of my hands. 

“Are you hungry”? 

I nodded, and she smiled half-heartedly, “Okay then lets get you some dinner”. 

And I followed, behind but kept my eyes on the floor. Whispering to myself, with my eyes lazily scanning the ground. 

What do I not now?