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8

Anais sat in her bed with the events of the 'lunch' replaying in her head. Thinking of different things she could have said to change the situation, however everything led to the same outcome. The look on her mothers face when she walked back into the dining room, shown over and over again in her memory. A look of disgust. How her mother looked all put together just hours before and then how disheveled she looked after dinner. Her skin paler, her eyes red. How her voice shook when she told Anais she would never see another member of the Taylor in her house. Anais hadn't realized how broken her mother was till that afternoon. A woman who told people forgiveness in key just hours before didn't know how to forgive. Anais thought her family was put together, that her parents were in love and happy. Lunch proved that to be wrong.
Anais's was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of knocking on the glass of her window. Unlike last time she got up quickly from her bed and raced over to lock her bedroom door. When she turned back around Oliver had let himself in.
"Hi beautiful" He said putting his hands out to his sides like he was waiting for a hug.
"Shh keep your voice down my parents will hear you" Oliver nodded in understanding before falling down onto her bed and letting out a loud sigh. Anais inched closer to the bed and soaked in the image that was Oliver Taylor. His appearance had changed from last time he was here. He had washed the gel from church out of his hair and now it was laying against her blankets. His legs that dangled off the bed were now in jeans, not the dressy kind. He had a large smile on his face and Anais couldn't fight the smile that made it's way onto her own face. The area around his eyes were slightly red, but they were closed. The smell that radiated off of him wiped the smile of her face.
"Have you been drinking?" Anais asked before moving to seat down next to him.
"No" Oliver muttered opening up his ebony eyes that only proved her to be correct. Oliver never acted rational, but drunk Oliver was much worst. He was a messy and emotional drunk. Anais knew Oliver and she could handle all of his sides, the easiest one was drunk Oliver. Most of the time drunk Oliver just wanted someone to cry into and listen to his rants. He would go on monologues about silly things, like how much he loved plants or random facts about different kinds of seaweed. With sober Oliver, Anais could never be sure what he wanted, but drunk Oliver just wanted to be cared for. A job Anais could do.