Chapter 12: Could this be real?
Freya’s POV
Celine still wasn’t picking up her calls.
It’s been a week since I last spoke to her and a week since I have had any interaction with Oliver . I’ve been avoiding him since he thinks so lowly of me, like I was a dog he could bark orders to and expect me to act on it. He didn’t speak to me and I didn’t see it as anything to bother me. Ever since the day he came back from wherever he went to, he had been acting so weird and curiosity had bathed the worry I felt towards him.
He rarely said anything to me when I had expected a downgrading statement.
I laid down on the bed, my mind occupied with thoughts of him. Tired of sitting around, I stood up and headed outside for a stroll even though it was night.
The night sky was beautiful,the moon washing all through my skin. A figure laying on the grass, both hands behind his head. Walking closer for a view of the person, it was Oliver, his attention on the sky, he stared into it like he could see through the other side. He was lost in his mind.
I don’t know how long I stood watching him, he was enchanting, I found it hard to look away.
“They are beautiful” he commented,taking that as an invitation, I laid beside him,laying on my side so as I focused solely on him.
“Yes,they are”I agreed,he glanced at me and turned back to the sky.
“Sometimes I wonder if she is one of those stars, the biggest one out there” I couldn’t gauge his expression but his voice sounded pained.
“Who?” I whispered,afraid he would snap out of whatever mood he was in and kill this moment.
“My mother” he croaked,his eyes misty–he wasn’t done grieving “Is she smiling down at me? or is she frowning at the kind of person I have become?” He wondered out loud,his vulnerability crushing the depth of my soul.
“Yeah she is,she is proud of every success you have attained,the sorrows you have passed, the obstacles you have overcome to get where you are,moreover she must be happy you were able to mourn her without losing yourself in the process. I would be if I was her” the star had lost their sparkle, it was getting late but I didn’t mind one bit.
This was a one time thing,I could feel the deep connection I had with Oliver at moments like this.
The first tear dropped “I didn’t,I couldn’t,I wasn’t allowed to” I couldn’t believe we were stargazing together while he opened up to me.
“Why?” My curiosity has reached the peak,what made him like this?
He ignored the question, turning to me “What was it like to you growing up? Were you always this stubborn?”he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“It wasn’t too bad, I stayed at the orphanage throughout my childhood, and left when I turned 18. It was fun playing around without any worries at all, but here we are adulthood has knocked on my door” I smiled at the memory “And no, I wasn’t always this stubborn, there was no Asshole to bring out the worst in me”
“Oh thank you,I am glad to be able to get under your skin”he laughed,here we were joking and laughing–I had better enjoy this happy Oliver.
He sighed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, before his stomach rumbled. He looked at me and quickly averted his gaze.
I laughed, finding it cute “ let’s head inside so I can prepare dinner”I stood up and offered him my hand.
“You wouldn’t be able to raise me up”he smirked,he was huge and no doubt weighed a lot of pounds.
“I could,if I wanted to,” I said stubbornly,knowing it was in no way possible.
He offered his hand to me from where he laid “come on”
I placed my palm in his,his own engulfing mine. I tried with all my strength but it seemed like I didn’t, there he laid looking smug at me.
“I told you, you couldn't,” he mocked.
“Shut up” I glared at him,his smile vanished as he pulled me down on top of him.
I looked at his face, trying to read what was on his mind but I couldn’t.
His eyes were on me, I could see the red ring behind his golden brown iris.
“What would you do if I kissed you?”he whispered,his voice sultry.
“Probably kick you in your balls” I whispered back, staring at his lips. That was far from the truth,I would be so happy because my dream had come true.
“Your lips are beautiful” He claimed my lips, and my body exploded in fireworks. Everything felt magical, I held on to him like he was my life and he was,he had taken away my breath but if this was what it took, I didn’t want to breathe anymore.
His tongue evaded my mouth,exploring every corner of my mouth. I was hot and needy, his lips were everything I had imagined,soft and warm–I wanted more, scratch that–I needed more.
I cling onto his shirt, needing to breathe so badly but it wasn’t an option.
He pulled back, his once cloudy eyes clear,he pushed me off standing up, he wiped his lips recoiling away from me–his disgusted face forever imprinted in my mind.
Not uttering a word to me,he walked out taking the remainder of my heart away with him–I knew right then I was developing feelings for a man I wasn’t even an option to.
I tossed and turned, hoping to find a comfortable position but I was restless,our moment together was playing over and over again like a movie on repeat.
I wanted to sleep, but I didn't. I wished the pain of rejection that hung around me would disappear, yet it mixed with the air rafting around the four corners of my room,mocking me.
Things will be awkward tomorrow, that is for sure. I closed my eyes,darkness taking over, the world around me fading away as a distinct memory.
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I stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The sound of the door bell echoing around the house.
“Hold on” I yelled,rushing to the door while wiping my hands on the apron.
I opened the door to be met by an elderly man dressed in a fancy suit,looking closely at him–it was Oliver’s father beside him was a woman holding enough to be his daughter.
“Who are you?” he said out, raking his eyes through me.
I sputtered,forgetting the pronunciation of my name.
“Just a mere cook” he growled, now it was clear where Oliver learned how to down talk to someone.
“Where is Oliver?” He and the lady pushed their way into the house, disregarding me,
“You can’t just walk into someone’s house like that,it is disrespectful” I said.
“I am Oliver’s father, this makes it as much as mine, so move along and go call us your master”he retorted,I hated him so much in just the span of five minutes.
“I am not some—“
“What are you doing here?” a voice belonging to Oliver boomed, cutting me off, this was the first appearance he had made this morning, and he was not acknowledging me.
He took slow strides towards his father,hatred swirling in his orbs “I will ask again, what the fuck are you and this thing doing here” he said out, I jumped back as his question vibrated through the house.
“Hello to you too, can’t I come see how my son is doing? And you speak with respect when referring to your stepmother”his father said equally as viciously.
I was shocked,the lady in mention was almost the same age as Oliver, if not younger.
“I am not your son neither is she my stepmother,you should be ashamed walking into this place after what you have done”
“I have apologized so many times,yet you still don’t want to forgive me”The father said,but I couldn’t find any sign of remorse on his face if anything he looked smug?
“None of them cut out for what you did” I have never seen Oliver lose his cool,this man’s presence was getting under his skin.
Dinner was long forgotten as the argument before me unfolded “Oliver, you shouldn’t—“ the lady tried to speak.
“Stay out of this whore” he looked towards his father “the fact you still stayed with her after everything proves to me how sorry you are” he stated,sarcasm heavy on that statement.
“You don’t expect me to leave her,she is my wife”
“Your mistress,that’s what she is” he bellowed.
“Son, I used to be your hero,” he commented weakly.
“That was before you became a murderer,an empty shell of the person you used to be. I don’t want to see you here ever again,you cease to exist to me. Goodbye father”he walked away,watching as his father and that lady walked to the door,I was left with questions–who did his father murder?