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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6. Chapter 5 - Dodgeball

I didn’t sleep much the day after Sean’s latest abusive morning. That morning I did not feel like getting out of bed because of my lack of sleep. Since it was summer, I had no reason to get out of bed. I reached across my bed and got my TV remote. I pressed the little red button and the screen clicked on. I put on the TV radio station and turned up the volume. I knew Sean wouldn’t bother me today. He never did it two days in a row.

I immediately recognized the song playing as ‘22’ by Taylor Swift. I have to admit that I’m not a big fan of her, but I found this song catchy for some reason. I pushed myself up against my headboard and started singing along.

“It seems like one of those nights,

This place is too crowded.

Too many cool kids, ah ah, ah ah

It seems like one of those nights,

We ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming

Instead of sleeping.”

I stopped singing when I heard those lyrics. They fit me perfectly; what a coincidence. I heard my phone vibrate, so I reached over to get it. I unplugged my iPhone 5 and picked it up. I had 1 new message. I slid the unlock bar to the right and opened my message.

Twitter: @ondirection: 1D’s photo of the week! -1DHQ pic.twitter.com/128475

I rolled my eyes at the message. A couple days ago, my best friend Su, who loves One Direction more than life, set up my twitter to receive texts from them whenever they tweet. She says it’s part of her plan to get me to love them as much as she does. I keep telling her that it will never happen, but she refuses to listen. I like One Direction; I mean their songs are good and they’re cute guys, but I’m not obsessive. I don’t need their tweets to my phone. I don’t know how to get rid of them though, because I rarely use twitter. So I guess I’m stuck like this for a while since Su won’t fix it for me.

I put my phone back on my nightstand as the radio changes songs.

“Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like

We can go out any day any night

Baby I'll take you there take you there

Baby I'll take you there, there

Oh tell me tell me tell me how to turn your love on

You can get get anything that you want

Baby just shout it out shout it out

Baby just shout it out.”

I didn’t bother to sing along to Kiss You, even though I knew it pretty well. I turned my head and looked out the window. The sun was shining, and my neighbors were outside mowing the lawn. I’m allowed to go outside, I just have to go through the front door. I know I’m not locked in my house, but sometimes I feel like I’m a prisoner and there’s no way to escape. I hate it.

I drag myself out of bed and go to my dresser. I take a good look at myself in the mirror. My strawberry blonde hair that I had put in a bun on the top of my head last night had loosened, and now my hair was all over and looked horrible. My skin looked washed out and pale, except for the few spots I have permanent dark marks from Sean. I had to tell my mom that I got hit in the face with a dodgeball in gym class when she asked what the marks were from.

I pulled the hair tie out of my hair, and brushed it out. The next song was starting on the radio, but I didn’t recognize it. I walked into my bathroom (lucky me, I get one off of my room), and splash water on my face. No matter what I do, the marks never go away. I pat my face dry with a towel and stare at myself, yet again. I study my green eyes. I wonder if Ruthie is watching me right now. Or if she knows what’s been happening between Sean and I.

I left the bathroom and headed to my closet. For someone who doesn’t go out much, I have a lot of clothes. I pulled a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans out, along with a plain white fitted tee. I grabbed my red TOMS and set it all on my bed. I changed as quick as I could. I needed to leave the house. I needed to go outside and be around people and breathe fresh air. I turned off the TV, grabbed my purse, sunglasses, and phone and headed downstairs. My mom was sitting on the couch, and stopped me before I could leave.

“Where are you going, hun?” She put down her magazine and smiled at me.

“Out, I need to go out. I’ve been inside for so long and I need air,” I replied, as I grabbed a bagel from the kitchen. “Wait, why are you home?”

“My work has the week off. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah. We can bond, mom,” I said sarcastically. “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you sweetie,” mom said as she picked her magazine back up.

“Love you too, ma.” I opened the door and stepped outside. I hadn’t been out to enjoy myself in so long. I’d only been out while I was running. It felt so good to be in the sun. It wasn’t hot, but just warm enough that I was perfectly comfortable in my jeans. I pulled out my phone and texted Su.


Hey, I’m headed into town, wanna meet up for some shopping and lunch?

I was in the process of putting my phone in my pocket when it vibrated. Su had always been a fast texter.


Liv u kno thats a stupid question. obvi i’ll b there, give me like 10 mins

I never understood why she didn’t text in complete sentences. I guess it makes her reply time faster. I didn’t need to respond, so I put my phone in my pocket and headed to town.

Soon after, a familiar voice said, “Liv?”



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