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꧁THIRD PERSON POV꧂
Finally. After so long, Olivia managed to grab all her boxes from the moving van. She spent another two dreadful hours unpacking and decorating her basically the empty bedroom. Her single queen-sized bed was on the left wall in the center with a bedside table on either side. She hung up a bunch of lights, moving her plants around near the small balcony door to bring the room some color. She then placed her two guitars on their stands. After she put them in a visible, safe place Olivia started to hang up her clothes in the decently sized closet, placing her bras, underwears and socks in different drawers. She shouldn't have taken as long as she did but she tends to find herself procrastinating every so often. She kept going through the boxes until she found her bag of things her parents should never know about unless she wants to be homeless. She looked around her room for a safe place but decided that the last drawer on the right side bedside table will have to do. It was the furthest from the door and it wasn't in sight till a person gets deeper inside the room. The last two boxes consisted of her hair and makeup products, perfume, and bathroom necessities. She walked into her ensuite and placed the boxes onto the vanity countertop.
She spent a while checking the upstairs floor out, and then went downstairs to check it out. Wandering around aimlessly the girl found her stepmother in the kitchen unboxing the cutlery. She walked past her, looking for her father, who appeared to be nowhere in sight. Olivia looked outside the front door and couldn't see him anywhere so she walked back into the kitchen. "Your father is busy." the slightly older woman stated. "Where?" Olivia questioned with a. bored tone. "At his company. Where else?" she snarkily replied. "Can I go explore the neighborhoods and the city?" the young girl asked. "Mmm, sure, just be home before 11 or there will be consequences. You wouldn't like me to tell your father, would you?" she smirked. 'God I hate this bitch' Olivia thought to herself, the corner of her mouth quirked up. "Ok." and with that the girl walked out the front door.
After walking aimlessly around for the past 30 minutes, it was clear the girl was no longer in her neighbourhood. The houses weren't as bright and the people walking in and out all had angry frowns and seemed just about ready to kill anyone who even looked their way. Olivia decided that this was not the area she wanted to be in. She retraced her steps and walked back till she found herself in another neighborhood. This one seemed less dangerous so she decided to explore. She found herself at this small park with a creepy yet colorful playground. It was fairly empty, apart from a group of boys sitting around a tree smoking, drinking, and carving things into it. Ignoring them she decided to enter the park making her way to a decently sized lake. Walking onto the dock of the lake, she felt eyes behind her, following her, watching her every move. She turned around to see who it was, yet no one was in sight. Darkness started to take place of what the sun once lit and Olivia just ignored the stares of the disembodied eyes. She wasn't scared of the darkness, no, it was the thought of someone watching her that creeped her out.
She decided to not risk anything and walk back home. However, now she felt a presence behind her. The girl didn't turn around but the sound of the heavy footsteps were audible enough to let her know someone was behind her. Olivia picked up her pace, walking faster she heard the footsteps pick up their pace too. Right away the girl started to run, she thought that maybe the boys were still there at the tree, however, she was wrong. Only a couple of bottles of beer and finished cigarettes lay on the ground where they once were. The girl kept running. She managed to take out her phone and was about to hit call on her fathers contact until all of a sudden. Her phone had been snatched and thrown onto the pavement. Olivia tried to scream but the person's leathery hands covered her mouth, making it near impossible. 'Fight back. Fight back' her conscious yelled at her but she was in so much shock and fear that she just stood there, wriggling, trying to get out of their grasp. Tears started to stream down her face as she got dragged towards a car, all black, even the windows were tinted a dark shade.
