Olivia O'brien Call Mom Lyrics Novels & Stories

My mom hides her expression so I don't know if it's good or bad news. "And ?" "Olivia is no longer unresponsive." I wait for my Mom to call off her bluff but she doesn't.

Roxy's eyes go wide open. "Mom! Vic, it was mom! She told us to find Olivia, remember? That day at the prison, she said she'd given Olivia a message, meaning that all of this is not some scam or a prank of some sort," she pauses and gasps and the memory of my mom's exact words plays in my head. "We have to do this!" Her energy has just suddenly been uplifted. "For mom," I say. "For mom," she repeats and smiles and looks at her new rolex. "It's almost seven... Could you speed it up a little bit? We're kinda running late," she tells the uber driver and he steps on it.

I felt my dick getting hard if her mother wasn't here, I would have fucked her right on that bed. "Olivia," A voice said softly. It's her mother looking straight at us. Olivia doesn't have her mother's eyes but she does have her mother's lips and pointed nose. She has never mentioned her dad and I'm guessing that he's dead. "Mum!" Olivia screams rushing to sit by her mum's side as she took her hand in hers. I smile admiring Olivia's genuine love for her mother. "How are you feeling Mum?" Olivia asked, her voice a tiny whisper.

I braced myself for the inevitable verbal sparring match, my defenses on high alert. Olivia's voice twisted with malice as she revealed the real reason for her call: "Mom forced me to reach out. She wants you to unblock her, claims you're misinterpreting everything." The words dripped with condescension, but it was the saccharine-sweet addendum that made my blood boil: "After all, you're part of this family too, dear."

One of them took out his phone to make a phone call and the others just ignored her as if she wasn’t standing before them. “Where is my Mommy? Why aren’t you people saying anything?” She cried. They looked at her and turned their faces without saying a word. “Misters, where is my Mommy? Mommy! Let go of my hand,” she dragged her little wrist from the man but he was holding her too tight, and no matter how she tried to drag it out of his hold, he only held her tighter. “Stop screaming, kid. I’ll give you a slap if you scream again.”

"I saved three months for your birthday gift, and you threw it into the dog's bed because cheap things would make your classmates laugh. Who did that?" "When I reminded you to take medicine, you called me annoying and had the estate guards keep me from going upstairs. Who was that?" He couldn't answer. I stood and pressed the elevator call button. "You didn't suddenly discover you loved me. You are scared because no one may be left to care for you without conditions." The driver Grant arranged arrived quickly. He wasn't a Moretti man. Noah grabbed my leg again. "Mom, I'll listen from now on. You can hit me, you can scold me. Just don't stop being my mom."

Not unless— Her mind jumped to the resignation email she had ignored that morning. Her grip tightened around the phone. She hesitated for all of one second before calling Mr. Harris. He picked up on the fourth ring. There was noise in the background—television, a child talking, the soft clutter of family life. Through it all, Vivian heard a little voice say, bright and impatient, “Dad, the cartoon’s starting!” There was a muffled response, then footsteps, a door closing, and finally Mr. Harris came back on the line.

I wanted to reach out and wipe away Mom's tears, but I was dead now. When they returned home, neither of them mentioned me. It wasn't until the next day that Dad finally said something about calling me for dinner. Before he could even finish, Mom's emotions flared up again. "Why bother calling her? She's old enough to feed herself. "If she's not eating, she must be sneaking food somewhere else. And if she does starve, she'd deserve it. "She killed my Owen. What's she still living for? She should have died instead of my Owen."

Olivia muttered under her breath. “What was that?” Christian asked. “Oh nothing,” Olivia said quickly, clearing her throat. “I’ll see you later, darling. Drive safe.” “Alright. Love you, Mom.” “I love you too.” She ended the call and stood up, her smile returning slowly though a little tight. “Hmm… fine, she says,” Olivia murmured to herself with a roll of her eyes as she reached for her purse.

Damian spoke gently, “If that’s the case, Daddy will always be there to support you. You’re not alone, Olivia. Mommy Elena, Daddy Nathan, and Daddy… we’ll all be behind you.” Olivia’s eyes welled up, but she held back her tears. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.” Damian smiled warmly. “Daddy loves you too, Daddy’s little princess. Now, get enough sleep. Tomorrow you’ll already need to start preparing your design, right?” Olivia giggled. “Yes, that’s right. Alright, Daddy. Good night.” “Good night, Olivia. Sweet dreams, and never stop dreaming big.” The call ended, and Olivia looked at her phone with a pounding heart. Her smile didn’t fade. Her determination grew stronger. She was certai