Olivia O'brien Call Mom Lyrics Novels & Stories

Blondie and his friends whistled at me, leering and muttering dirty words under their breath. Fear welled up inside me. I rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and immediately dialed my mom. The call finally connected. "Mom, help me—" I began. Before I could get a word out, she cut me off angrily, "Nina Graham, I can't believe this! You're always trying to scheme your way around things. Deep down, you just want something without earning it, and I will not let this slide!" She hung up before I could respond. I called back frantically, but no one answered.

She took a deep breath. "Titan, hand over the phone please?" she asked with controlled patience. "Why?" "Because I need to call my stepmom," "If your stepmom truly valued you, she would have called you," Titan said reasonably. "I'm not in the mood for this. Please hand over the phone…" "No," he insisted firmly. "And whether you like it or not you are going to learn how to obey my orders without stupid questions." Olivia glared. "Wait, so I can't even talk to my family members?"

Someone might have the answer, Olivia. I stood up from bed with a new found energy. Intentions by Justin Bieber stopped me on my tracks, I moved back to my bed and checked the caller. It was mum and I just saw the twenty missed calls from her. Wow! I picked the call and placed the phone against my ear, “hello.” “baby! I have been calling you for a while now.” Mum said and without even seeing her I already know she has her usual worried expression on her face. “just woke up.”

ISABELLA 🌸 “How dare you show your face here?” Olivia asked calmly, but the anger in her voice was unmistakable. I held the spot that stung, my eyes trying to blink back the tears as they streamed down. “Olivia,‘’ my voice cracked softly. “I’m-I’m here for the funeral. For Mum.” She scoffed bitterly, her teeth digging into her lips like she was trying to hold back the urge to hit me again. “You don’t deserve to call her that.”

"20th September. I don't think I can last three months. My body hurts everywhere. I think my release is coming sooner rather than later." "28th September. Being your son is torture. If there's a next life, I hope that we never meet." "1st October. Thanks for the 20 dollars, Mom. I can get the sleeping pills now." That was my last entry. The words were scrawled, obviously written when my stomach was screaming in pain. My mother's sobs wouldn't stop by the time she finished reading. "Jonah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, come back."

I smiled. At that moment, I felt a hand on my cheek and a slight breeze in the air. "I love you" I whispered. "She said goodbye daddy" Olivia said. "Mommy where are you going?" Olivia started to panic and cry. "Please don't leave! Mommy come back! Mommy! Mommy!" Olivia began to shout as she ran out into the cemetery crying. I followed her and took her hand "mommy left! She left! Where did she go?! Daddy I want mommy!" She cried

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

I reached for my phone and begin to play Candy Crush. . . Writer's pov 👠 Thompson's residence...... Olivia angrily marched into their living room and tossed her bag on a nearby chair. "Grandma! Grandma!" She yells as she fumes in anger. A woman in her mid forties rushed towards her with a worried expression. "Olivia, what happened? Who got you angry?" "Mom, where's grandma? I need to see grandma now!" She said rudely. "Your grandma is sleeping... but tell me who offended you?" Her mother asked.

“Oh, yeah does she?” “Yeah, you and your band. You play the drums right?” “I do.” “We should try to see them while we’re in town.” Mom declared. “We’re playing a show tomorrow!” I smiled. “Oh, we have plans tomorrow night.” Mom did this all the time. Said she would do something and then immediately back out. “I’ll come tomorrow,” Dad assured me. “I haven’t been in a while.” “So, Olivia, have you been eating?” Mom questioned. “Um…yes Mom, I have been.”

Those digits will link Olivia to her mother. On the first ringer, Olivia didn't get an answer, but she didn't just give up. She called her mother again, without realizing it her other hand was holding her mouth to hold back the tears. Olivia looked like a wisp of gray clouds at the end of the horizon. The cloud was getting darker and it was no longer able to withstand the heavy rain that was punctuated by thunder and lightning. A callback tone sounded from the speaker built into her phone, Olivia's heartbeat speed up dramatically. A few seconds passed quickly, finally the dial tone disappeared and replaced with her mother's voice.