Olive's pov
"Dad, what are you doing here?"I ask with a shaky voice. "Can't I just come visit my daughter without needing a reason?"
Well....
"Look I just came over here to make sure you're keeping up your end of the deal." And there it is. "How's mom?" "The same." "D-dad c-can I tell you something." He hums. "I-I don't want to study business anymore." I say breaking into a nervous sweat.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD HOW DARE YOU! DO YOU NOT LOVE YOUR MOTHER?" "How dare I? HOW DARE YOU holding something like that against me! I want to study what I love, art. I don't care about me just don't stop mom's treatments! She's your wife how could you ever threaten to do something like that!"
He grabbed my arm harshly which
definitely would leave a bruise and he raised his other hand to hit me. I prepared myself for what was to come but it never did.
I opened my eyes to see River's back to me standing in between my dad and me.
"YOU. DO. NOT. GRAB HER LIKE THAT AND HIT HER!" He said punching my dad in the face causing him to falter and release my arm. "NOW GET OUT OF HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" My dad scrambled on the ground like a rat and ran towards the door with his tail between his legs. Before he left he looked at me and said "I love you Liv."
"If this is love, then I don't want it." Then he left. Like he always does. River turned towards me and saw my tear stained cheeks then pulled me into a hug. I buried my face into his comforting chest and clutched onto his shirt like my life depended on it.
"Hey, you okay?" He ask softly. I nod my head even though I'm not fine. "You're lying." "What's gonna happen to my mom?" I ask as fresh tears flood my eyes and spill over onto his shirt. He pulls me tighter and kisses my temple. "I don't know but let's pray nothing will happen."
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Oww.
I groan as I raise my head slightly and rub it. My head is killing me. This might be how I die. Do me a favor, shoot me. Before you do, tell Ainsley I love her but don't touch my leftover Chinese.
I slowly sit up to be sure not to anger the headache. It's a Saturday, thank the Lord, so that means no classes! I walk downstairs to make myself some fruit loops and orange juice. And to overdose on Advil.
As I'm eating Trent has the audacity to speak to me. "Dang! You look like death!"
"Appreciate it." I say sarcastically.
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Storie breviOlive Quinn has a controlling father and a mother who's almost on her deathbed. She hopes that if she does everything that her father asks of her it would make everything better only for things to worsen. River King, who is running from demons of hi...
