MY Yellow

Chap - 34

Owen's POV

If a genie granted me three wishes, I wouldn't ask for three different things. I'd use every one of them just to stay in yesterday, over and over again, with the twins and Olivia. I wish the marriage happened under different circumstances, a bond tied with love, not over fear. I think I'm starting to fall for her, and I know that I cannot just barge into her life like that; she deserves better- someone who isn't ruled by fear, someone who can say no, even to his own father, against something as stupid as an arranged marriage. She is strong, but strength doesn't mean she should carry me, too. Not while I'm still trapped in the chains my father put on me.

Shaking my thoughts away, I re-adjusted my tie before turning the doorknob and walking into my father's office. I looked around the neat office to spot my dad by the glass window, staring down at the life happening below him. 

"I hope you realize that what you did was disrespectful, Owen." he didn't bother to look at me, but the words alone made me look down, not in guilt, but with shame that my mind and body is stopping from saying anything against him. 

"Y-yes." Why did I stutter?

Fuck.

You're probably wondering why a grown man is scared of his own father. While other kids were scared of monsters under their beds or inside their closets, he was my monster.

Yes, he abused me.

He was worse than any ghost, any story, any nightmare I ever heard growing up.

He stopped. But the fear never stopped from running through my veins. 

And now, even years later, I still freeze when I hear him.

"Why would you do that, boy?!?!?" he walked closer to me.

"I'm sorry, I- I couldn't just stand there while her parents disrespected Ocean and River," I hate this!

"You stupid boy!!! What about the fact that you disrespected me!!" he screamed into my face while I just stared down at my shoes. It's going to be a long day, but at least yesterday was nice. 

Olivia's POV

I did not want to get up from my bed out of the fear of talking about him with my babies, but they deserved to know the truth. 

After washing up and having breakfast. I took River and went down to Owen's apartment to apologise, but much to my dismay, he wasnt there. Why did I feel disappointed? I packed a few of the twins' toys and snacks, and took the twins to where their father was, the graveyard. 

River and Ocean looked at me, confused. I could only give them a sad smile. I picked up the picnic basket and the mat, then walked with the twins toward his grave.

I remember him doing the same thing once—bringing a picnic basket when we went to my grandma's grave. He said she'd love it if we ate with her.

I don't know why that made sense to me back then. Maybe it still does.

"Livi. I think this is the best way to make their soul happy. Eating with them. Even if they are 6 feet underneath. So that they wouldn't feel lonely. If I were dead, I would want you to come to my gravestone with a Picnic basket and sit beside my grave and have a picnic while you talked to me. And my soul would be there hugging you while u talked," he said as he gave me a slice of bread with strawberry jam spread on it.

I sat down on the mat, the twins following my lead. I opened the basket and handed them a peanut butter sandwich, helping myself with one too.

"Mommy, why are we here? It looks sad...." Ocean pouted while I sighed.