Take Me Away

Olive Charles has had a hard life. She lost her twin sister and father in an accident when she was young, and her new step-dad abuses her. What happens when she meets a blonde Irish boy who changes her life forever?

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3. Chapter 2 - Stuck Shut


I layed on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I had never noticed until now what an awful paint job it had. It might have looked good in the past, but now the paint was peeling and cracking. It was quite ugly. I closed my eyes and pictured Ruthie and my dad. Seven years ago today was their tragedy. It still hit me hard and the pain was real. I don’t know why it still had such an effect on me. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I let it sit there for a minute before pushing it away.

I rolled onto my left side and looked out the window. I couldn’t help but think of how I longed to be out there in the fresh air. I would open the window for a breeze if it wasn’t glued shut. I think about what my life would be like right now if Ruthie and my dad were still here, and my step-dad and his son weren’t. It’s not easy to imagine it. This is the way my life has been for the past four years.

Just then, I heard a knock on my door.

“Liv?” the voice asked. I was pretty sure it was Brad. He had just turned 20, and went to the college down the road. He doesn’t stay in the dorms because we live so close, and I’m glad he doesn’t. I would miss him way too much. He’s my big brother and has been there for me my whole life. Since Ruthie and dad died, our relationship has become so strong. I love my brother so much and I knew today was as hard for him as it was for me.

“Come in,” I answered, sitting up on my bed. I was still facing the window and had my back to the door when I heard him come in.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. He stayed quiet and looked out the window with me. There were a group of boys across the street playing football in the park. I didn’t care if they were 12, I wish I could have been out there with them. Or even just outside watching them. Anything.

Brad finally spoke up after many minutes in silence. “I wish they were still here. I miss them so much.” A tear fell from his left eye. He pushed it away immediately, probably hoping I hadn’t seen it.

“Me too. My best friend is gone. My dad is gone. My family is... gone. I would give anything to have them back,” I started crying now. Full on crying. Brad wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and started crying with me. I think he gave up and didn’t care if I saw him cry. I’d seen it before, but I know he doesn’t like to cry.

A few minutes into the hug and tears, I pulled away and stood up. I wiped my eyes and walked to the window. The boys were still playing, and it looked like one of them had just scored. Lucky them, I thought. I put my hands on the window sill and tried to pull it up as hard as I could. It didn’t budge. I tried again. Nothing happened. Brad got up and came over to me.

“Liv, don’t hurt yourself. Please don’t hurt yourself,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I tried once more to open the window, but I had no luck. I put my back against the window, slid down, put my head in my hands, and cried.


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