If You Were Mine ✔

ONE

Trigger Warning:

There are scenes not for the faint of heart in this story which may trigger anxiety and depression.

Reader discretion is advised.

NOTE:

Ang timeline po ng 1st part ( Chapters 1 to 25) nito ay isang taon bago nameet nila Amanda and the rest of the gang si Olivia. As you can remember, one year younger si Olivia sa kanilang tatlo nila L and T. :)

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It's another rainy day and I had nothing better to do than lie on my bed and savor the coldness of my room.

I like the air conditioner at its coldest. I feel better when I can't feel any percent of heat from the outside world.

It's Saturday. My favorite time of the day. The weekend.

An orphan who was alone in my entire life since I was six finds solace in cold temperatures and isolation.

No one will ever know the kind of life that I lived and had to give up for myself to survive.

My foster parents are now in the other side of the world and it is my favorite time of the year.

I'm free on my own. Don't get me wrong. I learned to love and appreciate my foster parents but I still yearn for the love of my own.

Also, I prefer to live in anonymity.

Another reason why I love the solitary life is because I love books.

If in this world and time, people are busy on their own phones and social media, I prefer to read the newspaper and engrossed myself in pocketbooks and other genres I find myself comfortable in.

I am also a little to the heavier side of life. I was born fat and in as much as I ignored the fact that people notice the figure first and shies away with the inside, I can't help but feel discriminated.

I tried to work it out. Tried zumba but found myself eating and reading in her free time.

I also tried low-fat and low-carb diets but I always sees myself munching on some snacks after.

Then, I finally gave up and let things be.

I sighed and shook away my thoughts.

Masyadong malalim ang iniisip mo, Oli. Tigil na.

Frustratingly, I groaned and got up.
Grabbing my towel and undergarments, I went inside my bathroom and took a shower to freshen myself up.

Afterwards, while still on my robe, I went to my room and change to more comfortable clothes.

My favorite black dolphin shorts and blue spaghetti strap top.

Drying my hair with towel, I placed a bookmark on the next page of the book I'm currently reading.

After doing so, I applied a generous amount of lotion on my arms and legs for my skin care.

I may be on the fatter side but at least, I have a good skin to top it all.

Hiding behind my wide-brimmed glasses was a shy girl in her twenties. I recently graduated as a Psychology student in a famous university.

I tried to outgrow it by immersing herself in groups little by little. Luckily, I had myself a bestfriend.

No, I had two.

Stella Louvre and Rocket Mauricio.

I had been friends with Stella and Rocket since high school. They were there for me in my triumphs and tears as well as through college.

But, something happened and I broke down again.

Rocket fell in love with me and we were a couple for two years. I was so in love with Rocket but little did I know that Rocket has been sleeping with Stella.

I found them locked in heated situation inside Rocket's bedroom when I planned to surprise him on our second anniversary on our sophomore college.

I broke down and returned back to solitary life. I became worse.

I got depressed and almost gone suicidal.

I literary had no one.

My foster parents at that time were not in town. They were on a business trip in Europe.

I was so down that I harmed herself and my nannies found me lying on the bathroom with blood dripping from my wrist. I was advised by a doctor to seek psych consultation.

I knew what I did was wrong but I was so lonely. I had no one to vent my feelings out.

Succumbing to pain was what it felt like at that moment.

I was that way for two to three months until I decided to sought help from a professional.

Eventually, I found a way to survive.

I snapped back to reality and smiled when I saw my four year old twins, Olga Samara and Oliver Shade Antonio, busy playing in their playroom.

Some guy at a nightclub mistook me for someone else. Since I got myself too drunk to drive, I gave in to his desire. Cliche as it seem, I left the guy as soon as daylight arrived and I was more sober to go home.

My vulnerability got the best of me and got pregnant.

Luckily, I recovered from my depression and found my way to survive with my precious treasures.

I was able to graduate with flying colors after giving birth to my adorable two.