It was the Monday after graduation and I was on the floor of my bedroom, folding my clothes and placing them in my half-full luggage bag. Even though orientation was two weeks away, I was ready to leave immediately.
Obviously, Mom still didn’t agree with my decision, but ever since what happened at graduation, I was firmer and refused to take ‘No’ for an answer. I guessed that she knew that it was better for me to be further away from her than lose her daughter altogether. As for Dad, he was supportive as usual and even offered to pay for my flight and Airbnb. The hostel wasn’t open until orientation, so I planned to stay at an Airbnb near the university until then.
“Wow, you’re really all packed!” a familiar voice exclaimed from behind me.
It was Luke and I assumed that it was his way of apologizing after the silent treatment we had over the weekend. Even though I was still upset over his selfish sudden change of heart, I still couldn’t deny that he was right. I felt like a different person ever since I told that pathetic lot off.
“Well, it’s not like I’m leaving next month like someone,” I replied sarcastically as I continued to fold my t-shirts.
A loud sigh filled my room before his footsteps grew louder. Within seconds, Luke was seated in front of me with his legs folded. He picked up one of my unfolded t-shirts and started fidgeting with it—or rather, pretending to fold it. My brother was trying to break the ice and find a way to bring up the topic that we both dreaded, but the tension was killing me.
I exhaled loudly and looked at him. “So, how was practice?”
“It was good. Coach T insisted that we keep practicing before we go off to college and join a new team so that we don’t get rusty,” he replied casually.
Nodding in agreement, I shrugged my shoulders. “Makes sense, I guess.”
“Listen, Oli, I heard what happened at graduation,” he blurted out.
My eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Oh.”
“No, it’s nothing bad. I’m super proud of you, Oli! They deserved it and to be honest, I’m shocked that you actually did it. I just wished I was there to see it or even snap a picture for memories,” Luke explained.
A smile broke out on my face and I lifted my gaze back to him. “So, what did you hear? Were they talking about me?”
“Just about what happened. You know what? It’s not important.” Luke’s face fell as he tried to brush away my question.
My forehead furrowed and I knew that something was not right. Every fiber of my being begged me to just drop the topic and move on, yet, I found myself curious even though the truth was not going to be good for me.
“What did they say, Luke? Tell me!” I demanded, slamming the t-shirt in my hand into the bag.
Luke scratched the back of his neck. “They laughed, Oli. They mocked the way you told them off like it was a joke. Joshua tried to spin it off like you were nervous and scared when you yelled at them, but to be honest, I could see anger and slight fear in his eyes.”
“So much for a dramatic exit. You know what? F*ck it. I don’t care anymore,” I responded with a huff.
My brother looked at me with uncertainty and concern. I knew that he was trying to be a better brother and look out for me, but I meant what I said. I felt great after giving them a piece of my mind as if a boulder had been thrown off my shoulders. I couldn’t let them put that boulder back on me, not when I had my fresh start waiting for me.
“Now, are you going to fold that? Or are you just pretending to help?” I teased as I squinted my eyes at him with a smirk on my lips.
Luke threw the t-shirt at me before using a throw pillow to hit me playfully. After saving myself from him, we both sprawled out on the floor, trying to catch our breath.
“I’m going to miss you, Oli. Truly.” Reaching out across my carpeted floor, Luke grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
My eyes stung as a few drops of tears filled them and rolled down the sides of my face. “Me too, Lukey.”
“Well, that’s enough emotion for the week. Later, Oli!” Luke exclaimed as he got up and walked to the door.
“Ugh! How rude!” Picking up my pillow, I threw it at him before he disappeared into the hallway.
Once I was left alone with my thoughts again, Luke’s words about Joshua started replaying in my head, making me doubt myself. Luckily, before I could fall down the bottomless rabbit hole, my phone rang with a video call.
“Hey, O! Or should I call you badass Olivia Jamerson now?” Adrina’s voice screamed through my room.
After rushing to close my door, I plopped down on my bed. “Wait, what?”
“Oh, please. Don’t act dumb with me, Jamerson! I know all about your little show at graduation!” she squealed with excitement.
My eyebrow arched at her with curiosity. “How the hell did you hear about that all the way from Canada?”
“Hot news travels fast, my naïve friend! News that the shy, quiet nerd who always got bullied told off her bullies in a dramatic flourish travels exceptionally fast. Oh, might I add that the middle finger flash as you walked out was perfect!” Adrina kissed her fingers portraying a ‘Chef’s kiss’ gesture.
Covering my face with my hand, I shook my head. “I can’t f*cking believe that you heard about it.”
“Obvs! Damn, I wish you had taken a picture of their faces! Wow, O, I am super impressed and proud of you,” she expressed with a huge beam on her face.
A long, heavy exhale escaped my lips. “Meh. It felt good for sure, but apparently, according to Luke, they are laughing about it.”
“Ugh. Typical! F*ck them, Olivia. They are not worth it. What’s important is that you finally showed them that you are a badass b*tch!” My dear friend clapped her hands in glee.
Inhaling a deep breath of air, I nodded. “You’re right.”
After a long windy conversation with Adrina, I finally pulled myself away to continue packing. Before I knew it, two days had passed and I was standing in the airport with my luggage, surrounded by my family.
“Oh, my baby! I can’t believe you’re finally leaving the nest!” Mom said as she squeezed the life of me in her arms.
“Mom, I’ll miss you too but I’m not leaving the country. I’m always a video call or flight away,” I replied as I patted her back comfortingly.
Mom pulled apart from our hug and cupped my cheeks. “I know that, Olivia. It’s just going to be hard on my own without my babies, especially my baby girl.”
“Hey, you won’t be alone. I’ll always be around the corner, Vivian.” Dad nudged Mom and flashed me a smile.
Pulling away from Mom, I wrapped my arms around Dad. “I’ll miss you, Daddy. Thanks for everything.”
“Anytime, pumpkin. Call if you ever need anything, okay?” Dad kissed the top of my forehead deeply, his emotions pouring through his extended kiss.
“I will, Dad. Take care of Mom for you, will you? I’m leaving her in your hands and if anything happens to her, I’m coming after you,” I joked as I waved my finger at him warningly.
Dad’s eyes enlarged before he saluted me. “Ma’am, Yes, Ma’am!”
The four of us exploded in laughter in the corner of the airport, refusing to care about what the others thought of us because we were in our family bubble, for the last time in quite some time. Despite the smile on my face, countless emotions bubbled over within me. A pang of ache broke me from within at the thought of leaving my family behind for a new life, but I knew that displaying my feelings would only make it harder for them to let me go.
“Hey, Oli, don’t be a stranger, okay? Ring me up anytime and make sure you stay away from shady college boys,” Luke said as he poked my shoulder.
Arching my eyebrow at him for a second, I shot him a glare before pulling him towards me. It was different saying goodbye to Luke. He had been by my side since I was born and had spent more time with me compared to our parents. He knew everything about me and witnessed my whole life. I still couldn’t believe I was taking the next step in life without him by my side. For the first time, I wasn’t going to have my big brother around.
“I will, Lukey. I’ll miss you the most. Be good and make us proud, okay?” I expressed with a shaky voice.
When Luke patted my back, tears started flowing down my face involuntarily. Perhaps it was triggered when I hugged the last member of my family or maybe the thought that I was one step closer to life by myself without them. Either way, the waterfalls had been unleashed.
Breaking the hug, I wiped away the tears from my face and reached out to all of them for a group hug. “Come here, you guys. I love you all so much!”
Inhaling a deep breath of air, I took a step back and looked at all of them for a last time as I waved goodbye. Turning around, I walked towards the security checkpoint and never looked back.
Once I settled into my seat on the plane, I bawled my eyes out which attracted the unwanted attention of some passengers. After a few minutes, I calmed myself down and looked out the window just as the plane took off from the runway.
The land and blue sea filled my sight as they continued to shrink outside my window. Just before we disappeared into the clouds, I took a deep breath of air and let out a long exhale that carried all my bitter memories.
“Goodbye, San Jose. You are now officially my past.”
*Two Years Later*My feet carried me bravely through the frenzied crowd of New Yorkers on a Friday morning. Two years ago, I was terrified of walking between them for fear of falling and getting trampled. In a few instances that I did try, I was forcefully pushed to the side against my will. Needless to say, I had come a long way since then and I was now an official New Yorker.After turning onto an off-street, the crowd died down as most of them were heading to the city center. Finally getting a chance to breathe, I slowed down my pace and watched my reflection as I strolled past the glass displays of the stores.It was a beautiful day and like usual, I was heading to the office where I intern at. Being a final-year Marketing student, most of my days I spent as an intern since it was part of my syllabus. Firebrand Marketing Incorporated was one of the upcoming marketing startups in New York and despite being strapped for cash as well as struggling to create a name for themselves, the
Despite my hesitancy, I found myself getting dressed for a night out with my superiors—or rather, soon-to-be colleagues. It had been some time since I took some time off for myself and hit the clubs. I did visit some stand-up clubs but there was not much I could do since I turned 18 years old after a couple of months of being in New York. My eyes enlarged with shock at the revelation that hit my head like a bullet train. I had agreed to go to a nightclub so casually, but I was still under the 21-year-old age limit. There were still two months to go before my birthday in June when I would finally turn 21 and be an official legal adult. Picking up my phone, I dialed Maria’s number as fast as I could as I looked at the clock on my wall. It was 7 p.m. and they were expecting me to meet up with them at the club at 9 p.m. Since I was taking the subway, the journey would take me about forty-five minutes, which left me with a little more than an hour to either cancel or get ready. “Maria? H
Neon lights kept flashing and the heavy-bass music kept pounding through the club despite the altercation that was happening in the middle of the dance floor. Swinging my pounding hand that was throbbing in pain, I hovered over the pathetic excuse for a man who was trying to juggle between his injuries.No one seemed to notice the injustice that had happened nor that there was a bleeding guy on the floor. Everyone seemed to be lost and busy in their own world so much so that I doubted they would even notice if there was a zombie or dead man in their presence. However, the words I shouted at him followed by his shrieks of pain caught the attention of the radius of people around us.“Olivia? What happened?” Maria asked me as she approached me with Kyle.Pointing at the squirming man on the floor, my jaw clenched. “That as*hole tried to make a sexual move on me!”“What?!” Sam blurted out from behind me.Before I could respond, the heroic Sam placed his body in between me and the pervert
Shaking my head, I tried to snap myself out of what I assumed was a dream. However, between the serious look Ms. Priya was giving me and the article on her phone right in my face, there was no denying it anymore. It was indeed my reality and I officially had my picture on an article with such a bold headline. “So, is this you?” Ms. Priya asked me again when I remained silent. “May I have a closer look?” I requested as I extended my hand toward her phone. Ms. Priya nodded and handed me her phone. Once her expensive phone reached my hand, I slumped down on the chair opposite her as my eyes scanned the screen and read the article as fast as I could. Long story short, a columnist for a local e-magazine was at the club last Friday night and happened to watch the whole thing unfold. Instead of stepping forward to help me, she recorded it and took pictures, but thankfully my face was not that visible thanks to the nightclub’s poor lighting. The article continued to mention how ladies shou
My eyes sparkled at the dazzling pieces of jewelry being displayed in glass boxes as we walked down the main floor of Preciozo Jewelers’ headquarters located in the center of New York City. Nadia was right, they were not some small company and it was not going to be easy to convince them to take on our start-up marketing company to cater to their marketing needs.A tall blond lady escorted the three of us, Ms. Priya, Nadia, and me, to the elevator at the end of the floor. There a security guard checked out credentials and called Ms. Preciozo’s secretary to confirm our presence before opening the elevator for us.“Head right in. I’ve already set it for the 12th floor,” the security guard informed us as he waved his access card on the sensor and pressed some buttons.As soon as the elevator closed, Ms. Priya turned to face the both of us. “This is it, ladies. Put on your best show and prepare to adjust your ideas to what she needs.”Nadia and I nodded just in time for the elevator doors
My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.My eyelids fluttered as my eyes slowly started imagining the younger Joshua and there was no doubt that it was him. He had grown taller, stopped coloring his hair, gotten a few tattoos, had a large scar on his left eyebrow, and had surprisingly yet annoyingly gotten hotter for a man. Still, that wasn’t an excuse for me to just pretend like nothing had happened. In fact, it was the opposite as all the feelings I had buried came flooding to me all at once. Exhaling frequently, I grabbed onto a nearby table as I tried to calm myself down from the panic attack I was having.Unfortunately, this caught the attention of Joshua and he approached me with concern. “Hey, are you okay?”“I’m fine!”
My mind turned blank as I stared at my phone screen. It was an unknown number, even though the caller was someone I very much knew. Technically, I wasn’t one who usually answered calls from an unknown number but between all the things running in my head and Sam, I had failed to notice who was calling me.Shit! Sam! He was about to reach my house soon which meant I had to get rid of Joshua before he could. I was not ready to tell him or anyone about my past which meant I had to handle my ex-bully tactfully in front of them. Not to mention how Joshua was working on a project that was based on my idea which could headline my whole career.“Hello? Are you there?” his voice echoed through my phone.Releasing a long calming exhale, I placed the phone to my ear. “Yes.”“Oh, hey! Olivia, right?” he asked, as he sighed, probably with relief that I decided to finally speak to him.“What do you want?” I demanded as I got up and started pacing around my shared living room.“Um…I just wanted to ap
The whole meeting room turned eerily silent as they all turned to look at me in shock. My breath hitched and my heart literally stopped for a second when what I had just done dawned on me. Ms. Priya’s eyebrows furrowed at me. “Ms. Olivia, explain your brazen reaction. Now!”“Ms. Priya, I’m s…sorry. I didn’t mean to s…shout like that. It’s just that I don’t agree with the choice of model,” I replied softly, keeping my head down.Gasps and murmurings echoed through the room as my statement puzzled everyone. Obviously, that was because, to a stranger, he looked perfect with his 6-pack abs and chiseled jawline, but that was only on the outside. His soul and personality were polar opposites to how he looked, much like heaven and hell. However, in the world of marketing, Joshua was an ideal model and was the best candidate to capture interest, making people take a second glance at whatever poster or billboard he was on. So, my declaration went against the thoughts of all the marketing per