Olivia O'brien Call Mom Lyrics Novels & Stories

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

“I'm sorry you're going through this. I'm sorry my brother put you through this too,” Olivia let out a bitter smile. “It's nobody's fault.” Just then, her phone rang. She looked at the screen to see it was from her mom. She swallowed as she turned to Betty. “I need to take this,” “Sure,” Betty replied as she watched Olivia walk away. Olivia turned a corner and quickly answered the call in a whisper. “Hello mom,” “I'm just calling to check up,” Mrs Carter's voice rang out. “Mom, everything is going fine,” Olivia whispered, looking around.

She stretched her hands to pick up her phone from the cabinet, but Louisiana grabbed her hands. “I don’t think you should call your mom right now, the last person she would want to hear about would be your dad.” Olivia released a breath, “I guess I’ll have to call my dad then.” Without waiting for Louisiana's response, she grabs her phone and dials her father’s number. After the fifth ring, he picks up immediately. “What do you want?” Her father asked the moment she accepted the call. Olivia had the urge to sneer but she controlled herself,

I lowered my head and picked at my fingers, too sad to speak. "Mom, you already got your wish." When the call connected, Mom cut right to the chase."Mom, is Sabrina there? Has she been behaving herself?" Granny's voice crackled through the speaker, louder than usual. "What did you say?" I thought Granny was asking out of shock, but then she immediately added, "I didn't hear you. Speak up." The light in my eyes flickered out again. Mom was about to say something when Olivia suddenly started crying, and the truth that was so close to coming to light was drowned out once more.

“For your information, having us agree to have you as our step-father is not easy.” Caleb shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. But if your mom says she loves and wants me back, nothing can stop us. Not even the king of hell,” he stated. Paris was about to say something against Caleb when someone knocked on the door. “Is that Mom?” She ran to the door and opened it. “Mom, you’re back!” “Who are you calling your mom?” A middle-aged lady asked with a sour face. “Ah. Is this where that arrogant O’brian lives? I didn’t know she has a daughter. No wonder she’s desperate to sell her trashy dress for a high price. Hmph!”

She lied about asking Aiden if she could spend the night at home but with the distance and silent treatment he has been giving her, he won't care if she spent the whole week at home-Olivia thought and knocked slightly on the door. She heard footsteps approaching the door and shortly Jane opened up with a wide smile on her face. “Mom!” Olivia called like a child and rushed to hug her. The moment she laid her head on her mom's shoulder, she knew she needed the hug, badly. “Are you okay? Is something going on?” Jane inquired with a worried tone, and Olivia unlocked from the hug and took a step back. “Everything is fine, mom. How are you doing? Where is dad? I miss you so much.” Olivia rushed he

I pressed a hand against my chest, steadying myself. The phone rang again. I swallowed, wiped my damp palms against my jeans, and forced myself to calm down before answering. “Hello, Mom,” I said, praying my voice sounded normal. “Olivia!” Her cheerful tone filled my ear. “I have good news!” “What is it?”

Again. Eventually, Olivia excused herself to return to the first tower—back to her duties, and unfortunately, back to the man who now had every reason to make both our lives difficult. Alone, I sat still for a moment before gathering the courage to call the one person I was most afraid to disappoint. I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear. “Hello, Mom,” I said softly. There was a pause—barely a breath—and then came her gentle voice. “Alyona… is everything okay, baby?”

REINA “Why did you call me father,” he asked between strokes, voice rough and wicked. “While your husband spoke to you.” “Because you are,” I whispered, losing the last of my shame. “Because you are my bad choice. Because you make me feel owned.” “Say it,” he said. “You own my pussy,” I breathed, and watched heat flash through his eyes like lightning in dark water. “Again.” “You own my pussy, daddy.”