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Be the Death of Me

Chapter seven

Olivia's POV:

I felt surprisingly giddy and well-rested when I awoke the following morning. Which was strange.

After Ashley had paid for dinner, (which I strongly fought against) he had kept his promise in walking me home. It felt incredibly foreign, but I bit back and curses that I could easily throw at him. If he was trying to change, then I suppose I could to. The only problem I had was, why is he trying? What does he want to gain? He said me, but the likeliness of that is fairly low, almost non-existent.

Today was Saturday, which meant a day off for me. I didn't know what to do on Saturdays, I never did. While majority of people rejoiced once the weekend decided to lazily roll around, I on the other hand, dreaded the two days of solitude. I had absolutely nothing to do!

Lizzie would only want to go clubbing, and them would pester me about how I went on a date with Ashley. I mean, technically, it wasn't a date. I was eating alone, and he joined me against my will. There's a difference!

Im not going to lie, I considered dialing Ashley's number about a hundred times before stupidly realizing that I didn't have his number. So instead, I baked.

When I was a kid, it was my dream to open a bakery! I loved baking, decorating and eating baked goods. And I was pretty good at it.

So, 9:30am on Saturday morning, I began to bake. I first started simple, with chocolate chip cookies. Then moved on quickly to blueberry muffins, to vanilla cupcakes and so on. By noon my kitchen counter was full of every pastry imaginable.

I sighed as I wiped my flour-coated hands on a dish towel. my stomach has been growling and gurgling for at least twenty-five minutes, and not for anything sweet. Quickly dashing to my bedroom, I changed into a pair of black leggings, a red V-neck sweater, and my combat boots. Tying my tangled hair up into a messy bun, I grabbed my bag and set out into cloudy New York City.


Panaro had been surprisingly empty for Saturday lunch, so I got in and out rather quick. Not in any hurry to return to my messy kitchen, I wandered the crowded streets.

I paused outside of Pink, I had taken Jessie there to get her first bra. We had so much fun, joking and giggling while trying on clothing and bikinis. I felt a sharp pang on my chest at the thought of my baby sister, probably long decayed by now, six feet under. Tears sprung to my eyes and I clawed at my face, hoping to conceal the moisture.

Images of her rippled through my mind, her laugh, her little pink head. The way she liked to see the best I people, even when they were will of cruelty. How she used to cling to my leg annoyingly until I would agree to make her hot cocoa after school. Even when she used to take care of me whenever I was sick with nothing more than a common cold. She was my anchor, but I wasn't hers. And that's why she's gone.



I was shaking with anger and embarrassment as I scoured the crowd for my sister. Tears were dropping from my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Fuck!" I shouted, catching the attention of many people, but I ignored their stares. All I wanted to do was find Jessie and go home.

Then I saw her.
the slightest flash if bright pink hair, but her nonetheless. I sprinted for her, desperate to see a familiar face now. When I reacted her, she looked both confused and shocked to see me in my current teary-eyes state.

"Liv? What happened? Why aren't you with Ashley?"

Just the mention of his name made me break down in hysterics, sobbing into her small shoulder. She hugged me right, cooing soft words in my ear.

"H-he... He..." I managed to blubber through my clenched throat.

Pity lurked within her blue eyes, and she instantly understood, not everything, just the important parts.

"That bastard... I'm so sorry Livvy, he's a jerk," she soothed quietly.

I glanced up int her worried face and nodded, "w-we should get going now."

she agreed.


And then it happened. And then she broke. And I cracked.

To to be continued...

Notes

Hiya!
So I feel like this chapter needs like to be a two-parter so that's what it'll be!!

Anyways, what do you think happened to Jessie?

Love you all <3

Comments

Such an amazing story. I love it.

@Gone_Girl
Ohmygod it's been so long!!
I haven't been on here since forever and I remembered this story was amazing.
I'm re-reading everything <3 Damn girl! I forgot how good of a writer you are <3
Can't wait to re-read all your other stories too!!

@Janelle
Glad you're enjoying it, sweetheart!
If you like it be sure to check out my other stories as well, I've got lots that I am currently working on!! :)
message me any time sweetie!!

Gone_Girl Gone_Girl
6/16/15

Started reading this the other day and I'm in love with this story. I must say it's my favorite!

Janelle Janelle
6/16/15

Omg you gave me a shout-out cx I feel special and happy! Thank you for updating!!!! I'm soooo happyyyyyy!!!!