Tyler Mitchell's POVEveryone was leaving, or had already gone. Only the boys and I remained in the living room."She's out of control," I repeat."She's just playing games with you," Angel appears."I think Olivia needs more attention. You hardly have time for your daughter anymore. Before, you did, but now she has to share the little time she has with her dad with an almost stepmother," Josh opines.Angel gives him a dirty look, but he ignores her. I'm definitely living in a war zone."Love, let's go?" Anne suggests. "Look, Jazzy is already asleep.""Stay a little longer," I say. "Put her in Olivia's room or somewhere else around here."Josh picks up his daughter from the couch and starts going upstairs with her."Your son is another troublemaker," Angel says to Justin."I'm not accepting other people's opinions.""With all the bad manners you must have taught him too, right?" Angel continues to provoke."That's true, in fact, I learned to educate like that from your parents.""Both
Olivia's POVI was half awake when the door to my room was abruptly opened by my father. Peter was sleeping beside me, a little further away. I could see in my father's eyes that he was angry because of this, but for some bigger reason, he quickly approached me, still with a bit of calm."Sweetheart, you're going to stay at your Uncle Justin's house tonight. Lou is already in the car waiting for you," he says."Dad, what kind of punishment is this?""It's not, my love. Just go to the car quickly," he says, and now I could perceive his concern.I remain sitting on the bed."Olivia, hurry up," he says nervously. "Peter, wake up!"He shakes the boy, who stirs and slowly opens his eyes. From the movement I could hear, I knew something was very wrong. The party must have ended, as far as I knew. I got up and looked out my window. There were several people, a lot of them."Dad, what's going on?" I ask."Olivia, there's no time to explain now. Just grab a coat and go," at that moment, I real
POV OLIVIA"Don't be mad at me," I said."I'm not mad," I assured."Then why are you avoiding me?""It's not anger... it's fear.""You're not afraid of Mike and Dylan, are you?" I ignore him and turn to open the door. "Oh... and not of Cameron either!""You're an idiot.""And you like it.""I don't know what you've been using today, but I bet it was pretty strong, wasn't it?"He grabs me again, a slight shiver runs down my spine. It's very strange to be so close to David; we've always been very close, but lately, the spoiled teenage crisis has hit him."He doesn't care about spending money, about not getting good grades, about absolutely anything. He just wants to have fun.""And obviously, we drifted apart. I even thought about some kind of relationship with Charles, but, well, it wasn't a thought that paid off.""Oh, cousin," he says near my ear, great, more shivers. "Can't we make this conversation a lot hotter, don't you think?""I swear I almost fell into temptation, but only alm
POV JOSH.I was completely stunned. The confusion was so much that I could barely articulate my thoughts. How was this possible? I couldn't explain what was going on inside my head at that moment.The guys had managed to remove the bomb from the boy without causing any harm, and now Anne had taken him to the kitchen so he could eat something and put on some of Louis's clothes, as he was shivering with cold. I simply couldn't believe what was happening.I was going crazy, or I don't know what. How should I react to this? Was he my son? But my son had died. How could the doctor have made such a mistake? And even if he had made a mistake, how had this child ended up in our house with a bomb in his body?"Josh, have some of the tea," Justin insisted, trying to calm me down."I don't want any tea," I refused, my voice trembling with emotion."Take it easy, man, I'm just trying to help," Justin said, with a concerned expression."It's not your son who was dead and suddenly reappeared," I al
Exiting the elevator anxiously, the doctors finally allowed me to see Emily. She was in a coma; everyone said they were still trying to figure out what had gone wrong. The pregnancy was risky, but she had never neglected herself, and she was perfectly healthy for a normal delivery."This way, sir," the nurse guided me to the room.My heart squeezed as I saw my wife lying there, feeling like the most useless being on earth. I couldn't do anything to help; she was lying there, full of machines. How did this happen? We were so happy, so confident. What killed me the most were her last words, as if she were saying goodbye. Without Emily, I don't want this life; I don't want to have children; I wouldn't even know how to deal with them."Hey," I sit beside her. "I know you can hear me; please don't leave me here alone."No reaction was visible. Her face could hardly be seen because of the machines helping with her breathing. The fear I felt could almost exude from me.I fixed my eyes on her
Olivia POVThe weekend went by quickly. I had just gotten out of my father's car, after listening to a sermon the whole way. Louis attended a different school, so I said goodbye to him and left the car without even saying goodbye to my dad. We avoided talking about what was coming, Mother's Day.As always at school, I, the cheerleader captain, organized a tribute to mothers at the game, which was also a tribute to mothers. Every year was the same; every year the girls did what they were doing right now. As soon as I entered the school, I was greeted by a bunch of girls who wanted to be in the performance. I ignored most of them and went to my locker."Well, if it isn't the rebel of the week," Tina, the only one who comes close to being a friend to me, said. "You killed it at your dad's party. I looked for you when I was leaving, but couldn't find you.""I was in my room, a lot happened; I needed to think." I grabbed my books, and we kept walking."A lot indeed; your hot cousin kissed
Olivia's POVI couldn't control myself.I tried.But I only realized my actions when I was already tangled in Sara's hair, both of us falling to the ground. I tried hard to stay on top of her, but Sara wasn't making it easy either.I grabbed her hair tightly and slammed her head forcefully against the floor.All I could hear were the screams around us.In truth, I had little control over my actions; I kept slamming her head against the floor. I wanted to keep going until she bled.I let go of her head and punched her face; she didn't hold back either and pushed me, leaving me a bit dizzy when I received a kick in the stomach.Sara was already on her feet.I did the same, slowly getting up; she didn't expect me to come at her again, but I did. With all my weight, I threw myself on top of her and continued what I was doing before."Olivia!" David's voice called out to me. "Olivia, stop this!"He tried to restrain me, but he failed on the first attempt. On the second, I surrendered.Stil
POV OliviaMother's DayFinally. The long-awaited day has arrived. More than three hundred people confirmed their attendance. We had barely started, and people were already arriving in droves; David was getting ready to kick off the party. Peter was acting as the DJ. Everyone was here. There were so many people, but I felt confident despite that. The runway, which was supposed to be for airplane takeoffs and landings, turned into a real stage; everything looked so beautiful. Around the runway were giant letters spelling out "Happy Mother's Day." Lights on the ground. Everything was so bright.The cheerleader performance was filled with some mothers, some we managed to find living on the streets. If it was in their favor and for them, what better than to have them dancing with us? Our costumes were all made by Aunt Anne; even though she was shaken up, she insisted on making them. I had to apologize to Sara, Ingrid, and Uncle Justin. In the end, everything worked out. Even Ingrid, who h