The Last Time

Olivia Santos moves to a small town to live with her father after her mother was murdered. He has a new family now, and Olivia hates him for getting to start again. After a while she needs to escape, and this is how she finds herself at the tree.
The beautiful tree, with the beautiful river, and after a while the beautiful boy.
But when Olivia's father starts acting weird, and his new wife starts sharing her secrets, and then Olivia is kidnapped, things go a little loopy.
Who is Olivia's dad, really?
What does he want from Olivia?




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4. Un-wanted

I think I’ve ran a kilometre before I stop. I don’t care where I am going. I just needed to get out of the house. I couldn’t shake the feeling of knowing that I was barely anything to them. Especially dad. He didn’t want me, I was just a piece of his past he didn’t exactly want to remember.

So far, I hated my dad.

He reminded me of a cat I had when I was 10. She was a Persian and only ever acted nice when she wanted food. My dad only acts nice when he wants something.

I was getting thirsty. I slowed down and leaned against a tree that was to my left. I looked around and noticed I was in some kind of woods.

Suddenly I hear the sound of what people would call water hitting the ground. Like a waterfall. I walked to the noise and noticed there was a river down a little hill.

It was a beautiful place. It reminded me of something I would see only in movies. It was so beautiful it looked fake. It was a pity, though, that it was behind all of these trees, and hidden away from the main part of town.

I went to the water and took a gulp. It was fresh just stunning. I stood up and turned.

That’s when I saw it. The tree.

It stood out among all the other trees. It was fascinating, and amazing. All the others trees here had brown leaves, but this one? It had sparkling green leaves.

I walked over to it and sat down underneath. By this time it was starting to get dark. So I couldn’t stay for long. I promised myself to come back tomorrow. I plucked a leaf off on of the branches, and walked away, definitely looking back 3 or 4 times.

 I think I was in love;

With a tree.

***

I managed to sneak back to my dad’s house, climbing through the window in my bedroom. I could hear dad, Grace and Lucy downstairs. They were laughing.

“Yeah right,” I mumble to myself, “I am SO wanted here.”

I hop straight into bed, without even brushing my teeth or hair. After laying for almost 10 minutes, I hear a knock on my door. How did they know I was here?

“Olivia? It’s me.” He walks through the door like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t pretty much ruined his family’s lives.

“GO AWAY!” I scream. “HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE!”

“well it Is my house Liv…”

“And you think I want to be here? You think you want me here? Just save it for someone who cares, Dad.” I turn my back to him.

He sits down on the edge of my bed. “Look, Olivia. I am not the bad guy here. I didn’t kill your mother, now did I?”

I cough. “I can’t believe my mother ever married you. You are a monster and I HATE YOU!”

I stand up out of my bed and face him.

“Look, Liv, I know things have been hard, but you just need to give me time to make up for my mistakes.”

By now we are both standing facing each other, about a meter apart. I am staring evilly at him but his eyes are full of love. This makes me hate him more.

“Nothing you ever do will make up for the fact you left mum and weren’t there to protect her. Nothing will make up for being a coward,” I growl.

My hands curl into fists and I find myself getting angry.

And before you know it, I have punched my dad hard in the face. “That was for my cat,” I say.

He leans over in pain. I punch him again, but this time in the stomach. “That was for me.”

He falls to the ground. “Please, Liv. Please stop.” He whispers.

I am so angry. I kick him twice, right where guys don’t really like to get kicked. “And that,” I yell, “Was for my Mum.”

I push him out of my room and lock my door. Then, I settle down in bed, glad that I could have that session with my dad.

I hate him.

***

In the morning I wake to silence. It is so quiet. It actually scares me.

I walk down the stairs into the kitchen and notice something. Grace is standing by the window and looking out of it. I can barely see the tears pouring down her face. But they are there, and real.

“Grace?” I ask.

“Olivia?” She turns, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

She walks over to me and hugs me. I can feel her belly on mine, theres a lump there.

“I was worried about you. I thought you had run away or something.”

“Well, I was pretty close, Grace. I got a little angry last night.”

“Why Olivia? What happened?” She looked at me with concern.

I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell her the truth? Honestly, I felt like I just needed to let it out.

“I got angry at dad. I don’t know why, exactly. But as soon as I saw you with the bump, hatred towards my dad swept through me.”

“I understand, Liv” She smiled.

No, she didn’t. She didn’t understand one bit. She has NO idea how I am feeling.

“Look Grace, I am sorry. But you don’t understand at all,” I say, and Grace gives me a confused face, “How dare my dad ditch me? How dare he leave me and my mother and then have the opportunity to start over?”

I have started to cry, I need to get out of here, and quick. “And…” I say, “How dare he not give his condolences to his dead ex-wife.”

I stroll out of there. I need to get to the tree. It’s the only place I wanna be right now.

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