Confessions and Olivia (Olivia #2) (10 page)

She looks
abashed and hurt, but somewhere in the middle she knows I’m right.

"It's you Olivia."

I throw my head back down exasperated, and cover my face with my hands. Here she goes again, pinning the blame on everyone else but herself.

"I’m serious don’t look like that, since you met that boy...”

"Calvin!" I shout abruptly sitting up, pointing towards her with my hands to articulate his name. “His name is Calvin and I’m not with him anymore, so have you anything else to blame? Oh, maybe it's because he's broke my heart that's the problem now? I’ve become a disruption. Like you said, how could a man like him possibly love me anyway? So yeah, in that case, I’ve been a stupid reckless little girl. You want to blame me? Go ahead if it makes you feel better, but stop bringing up how I was acting when I with Calvin because he’s gone mom. Gone."

She pats her hair in place trying to act prim
and proper. "I did not say that. I meant
he
was never good enough for
you,
and you couldn't see it."

My eyes are full of heated fury and I’m beginning to shout.
"You didn’t even give him a chance." I can’t believe her audacity.

"Well, now it's over can I get my little girl back?"

"So you’re admitting you never gave him a chance?" She looks down at her hands shamefully.

"I just knew he wasn’t right for you Olivia, so no, I didn’t give him a chance."

The realization of knowing she was never going to give the man I loved the time I asked her too strikes too many emotional chords with me. I just don't get her decision. I don’t understand her reasons.

"Why?" I choke.

"Because...” She shouts, but stops mid-sentence.

"Because..." I question her uneasy.
Trying to force her to tell me but she shuts me down.

"It doesn’t matter now. Anyway, me and your father have been talking..." She takes a deep breath which tells me I’m not going to like what she’s about to say
, but she isn’t changing the subject again, I won't let her. I need to have this out with her once and for all.

"Because what mom?" I ask again through gritted teeth impatiently but she looks up to the
ceiling sighing in aggravation.

"Why did you hate him so much?" My voice is softer this time. I nee
d to try and get through to her, so by changing tactics I might get somewhere.

I stare at her patiently waiting, but she purses her lips and say
’s nothing. She’s waiting for me to drop it.
She’s testing my patience.

"You know I will get to the bottom of it." I declare when I realize she isn’t going to talk.

Her eyes narrow. "There is nothing to get to the bottom of Olivia. I have no relevant explanation to why I didn’t like him, Okay. I just didn’t, now drop it."

Oh
. My. Gosh. She’s unbearable.

"Okay, I will drop it, seeing as he’
s gone now. But tell me this, if you can do it without lying."

"Olivia, watch your mouth."

"How did my real dad die?"

She pales and stays silent
as I continue my interrogation. "Was he murdered? Or did he die of alcohol poisoning?" Now she looks edgy.

"I...I didn’t mean what I said it was in the heat of the moment... it was the rage talking."

Does she think that will convince me? That’s her choice of explanation?

I give her one last chance, asking her slowly and clearly this time.

"How. Did. He. Die?"

"I told you.” She
barks, her head shaking in fury and she stands from the bed.
Whoa.

"You’re lying, who killed him?"
I pressure her.

She
turns her back on me trying to tell me this conversation is over, but it’s far from it. "I’m done with this." She swats her hand in midair.

"Who killed him?" I shout at the top of my voice, losing patience and it gets her attention as she springs back around to face me.

"Why do you even you care? You didn't even know him."

"I care because besides everything, whether I knew him or not, he was my dad. I’m only human mom and need to know. I don't want to be lied to anymore. Just give me something."

She closes her eyes exhaling exhausted, and for the first time, I notice tears fall down her cheeks. When she opens her tear filled eyes again she looks haunted by memories. I think she’s about to tell me, so I watch on in hope, trying to give her reassurance that it’ll be Okay. Whatever she tells me.

She opens her mouth
to speak, but shuts her eyes again, then says nothing.

I give up!

"Just go mom." I breathe sighing in disappointment. She has pain engraved all over her face as she watches the way I’m acted towards her, w
ith reason
but she doesn’t explain it.

Instead she pats her hair back in
place and dabs her eyes carefully.

"Your dad wants to speak with you, so could you go and see him."

Erg. "What does he want? Why can’t he ask me himself?"

"I don’t know Olivia, Okay. I don’t know." She screams at me
, this time losing her temper. I watch my mom in utter disbelief as she leaves my room.

I go into a frustrated rage, throwing anything I can get my hands on in my bedroom and then fall
onto my bed crying out of frustration.

Chapter Nine*

Mauricio.
What the hell does he want now?

I wait a little while before going to see him and brace myself for whatever he's about to throw at me. I’m ready for it.

I walk into his office downstairs, knowing that's where he will be. That's where he spends most of his time.

I walk in and freeze at the sight of him sat in his swivel chair with my cell phone in his hand. He's casually twirling it around between his fingers.

"What are you doing with that?" I bark at him almost jumping over his desk trying desperately to retrieve it.

"Ah,
Ah, Ah," He sings mocking me, moving it out of my grip. I stand back infuriated.

He’s had my phone this whole time!

"You know, it's not nice when something you love dearly is taken away from you, is it Olivia?"

I narrow my eye
s at his bitterly twisted words. "What are talking about? Mom tells me you want to speak with me and now you have my cell? Where did you find it?"

He stares at my cell for a moment with a
sardonic smirk across his face. He’s playing with my head before answering me.

"I wanted to ask; how was your little stay at Elise's?"

I know by the calculating tone to his voice that isn't what he wanted to see me about.

"Just get to the point." I fret with firmness, anxious to get my phone back.

He stands slowly from his chair. I watch him place my cell in the side draw on his desk.

I bite my lip refraining from screaming at him.

He moves slowly, walking around his desk to the side of me making me move out of his way. He then shows his intentions of getting up, by shutting the door.

"Now, I guess your mom has told you already about your 'real' dad?" He speaks slowly and too calmly for my liking.

"Because you would know all about it?" I sass back.

He looks at me quickly, not liking my back chat but then moves back around
to his side of the desk. I think he’s keeping a safe distance. His mouth turns into a disturbing razor sharp grin when he looks back at me. "Oh, I almost forgot. We have to tell you everything right? Tip toe around you, as you’re going through a hard time?"

He says
again, patronizing me. I stand glaring at him, pursing my lips, waiting for my chance to go berserk. I can feel it building up inside. I don’t care anymore. I hate this man. He’s not my father and he never will be.

"Is there point to this? Are you going to tell me what happened? Because we both know what you’re like Mauricio, don’t we?"

He turns to me losing his patience. He picks up a paper weight from his desk and throws it towards me. It narrowly misses my head smacking into the door behind me. I don’t how I managed to stand firm, but I did. His features erupt into a frenzy. His eyes turn black.

"Is there a point?" he yells, "I’ll tell you the fucking point to this you cheeky little bitch. We are going to move away. Yes that’s right, move away, whether you like it or not. I’m fed up of
your antics around this house. Questioning your mom, questioning me? Who the fuck are you to question me? No one ever questions me!" He shouts loud leaning on his palms over his desk towards me.

I walk backwards until my back hits the door. My heart is thumping. I try my best not to be scared of him, but it’s so hard.

"You think you’re so smart, so clever. You think I don’t know what 'Calvin'," he emphasizes Calvin’s names like its dirt, making me wince, “is doing?"

I shake my head loosely.
"I... I don't know what you’re talking about Calvin’s gone."

"Oh yes you do. You’re the intelligent one aren’t you? You know oh, so well, what happened to your father? So you think? And then there’s Calvin...”

He paces behind his desk rubbing his index finger along his chin like he’s calculating.

“Since he’s been on the scene things haven’t been the same around here, but clever as you are, you knew that, didn’t you? I haven’t completely found out what his game is but when I do, he will fucking no about it and so will you. But until then, I think I might just have to remind him
of whose boss. I’m going to give him a small taste of what will happen if he carries on fucking with me. You know what I mean by that don’t you, Olivia?"

No!

"You leave Calvin alone, he hasn’t done anything to you." I’m half shouting half pleading with him.

What the hell has he got against Calvin? What has he done?

Please leave him alone.

Maurici
o turns his head laughing at me. "Too late, I’m due to have a visitor...” He looks at his wrist watch, “Any minute now.”

I narrow my e
yes at him, angry and confused. "What’s that's supposed to mean?"

"You’ll see. You know you left your cell outside the front door that night you were so drunk you couldn’t even fucking stand. What a state! So I thought I’d take care of it for you. And as it goes, it didn’t stop ringing and fucking ringing. So being the caring step father as I am, I read
your texts. Every single one from Calvin." Mauricio tells me on a gut wrenching wry grin. Tears swim round my eyes. Calvin text me and he read them all? I bring my hand up to my throat. I can’t speak.

"And it would seem, he is coming to see you. Right. About. Now." He adds merciless.

Just on cue, the door bells rings.

"Who is that?" I whisper, my voice cracking up. My heart has stopped.

Please don’t be who I think it is.

Mauricio’s mouth curves into a cruel ear splitting grin.

"You’ll see."

I hear Mayra open the front door, then hear a man’s voice.

My stomach curdles when the familiar voice speaks. I bend down crouching in pain. No!

Mauricio quickly brushes past me.

"Leave him alone," I sob, “please don’t hurt him." I desperately grab onto his arm but he pushes me off. I try to make a run for it to get to the door before him but he pushes me violently out of the way. He looks down at me smirking then locks me inside his office.

No!

I frantically push to my feet trying to get the door open. I bang and shout, kicking and punching at the wood but it’s no use. I hear Mayra screaming from outside as the front door slams shut. Shit. I’m going to be sick. What if he hurts Calvin? I can't have him hurting a hair on his head. How dare he trick him like this?

I look around for another key. Emptying all the draws in the desk, papers are flying everywhere as I chuck everything out in haste. What I do find is my cell. I’m about to go through it to call my mom or Sophia to help me out when I see texts off Calvin.

I open the messages and automatically wish I didn't.

*On my way*

Shit, Mauricio did tell him to come. I quickly look through my texts, nothing. I go straight to sent message
s.
One to Calvin
:
*Please come and see me. I’m at home and in trouble.

“No!” I scream out in pain. I see exactly what Mauricio has planned.

I rush back to the door banging and screaming for Mayra.

"I’ve got the key Olivia
. I’m trying." Mayra yells from the other side. She finally opens up. I brush past her quickly heading for the front door.

I open it up and see nothing.

"NO! Where have they gone?" I cry distraught. Mayra is in as much of a mess as I am.

"They took him in a car Olivia, I don’t know where they’ve gone. I couldn’t stop them, I tried to stop your dad but I couldn’t...”

I break down knowing Mauricio has taken Calvin.

For what?

I turn to Mayra feeling sick with guilt, it’s an excruciating pain. She takes me in her arms and hugs me tightly.

“If I had only stopped them.”

"May, it's not your fault. You couldn’t have stopped them." I whimper.

I ask her the inevitable pulli
ng my head away from her chest. "Did he hurt Calvin?" I close my eyes before she answers.

"Mauricio pushed me inside and shut me behind the door before I could act on anything. I couldn’t face opening it and seeing all that, there was so much shouting. There were three other men out there too, not just Mauricio."

I move away from her bemused. "What do you mean? There was more than one man onto Calvin?"

Mayra nods confirming the worst. I run my hands through my hair devastated.

"Why would he do this? What has Calvin done to deserve this? I need to do something I can't sit here and do nothing. Where has he taken him?”

"Olivia, what can you do? There is nothing none of us can do. Come into the kitchen with me, let’s wait and see what happens. Try and calm down."

I shake my head furious at the fact that I can't do anything.
I’m helpless.

"This is driving me insane May, what is he doing with him? I can’t calm down. Not until I know Calvin is safe."

Mayra pulls me out into the kitchen, grabbing me a glass of water, trying to calm me down, but I can’t sit still. I walk back and forth biting my nails, wiping tears from my eyes, waiting and waiting. I keep looking at my cell waiting to hear anything from anyone. This is absurd what the hell is going on? How could Mauricio do this to him?

"I’m going to call the cops." I go to the phone on the wall that’s out the
kitchen but Mayra stops me. "Olivia, you know you can't do that."

Just as I’m about to dial 911 the front door opens.

I run to down the hallway leaving the phone off the hook and see Mauricio coming through the front door surprisingly calm and collected.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" I scream as I run towards him closing my fists in anger. Mayra holds me back from around my waist for my own good. I try to get out of her grip screaming at Mauricio and anxiously study him. There isn’t any blood on his shirt and he has no cuts or bruises.

"You come back in here without a scratch on you acting like nothing has happened? What did you get them men to do? Beat him up? Was that your plan?" I can't help the tears stray from my eyes. I’m so hurt by this. I need to know if Calvin’s alright. That’s all I care about.

Mauricio looks straight past me like I am nothing of significance and right towards Mayra. Shit, it looks like he’s going to take it out on her for supporting me. I try to get her to leave but she won’t budge from my side.

"I only did what that boy deserved." He snarls, trying to brush past me. I grab hold of his arm urging him to face me.

"Will you just listen to me?" I screech at the top of my voice making sure I have his full attention.

He turns around and grips hold of my wrist, his eyes are bulging out of the sockets. “He's going to be shown a fraction of what’s to come if he carries on fucking with me. Do you also want a taste?”

“Get your hands off her.” Mayra pushes away Mauricio's hand from around my wrist forcing him to let go and as if instinctively, he lashes out and catches Mayra in the face with the back of his hand. Mayra yelps in surprise at the same time my mom walks into the hallway.

“What the hell is going on?” She demands. I quickly look over to Mayra to see if she’s alright. She rubs her cheek quickly but then lets her hand drop from her face while my mom studies the situation carefully. Mauricio speaks before we do. “Mayra got in the way of a disagreement between myself and Olivia.” My mom glances towards Mayra. She must have spotted the redness that has come up on her left cheek. I can tell she does when her hand comes up to her mouth to suppress her gasp. I don’t wait a second longer to tell her. “He caused that mom. He hit her…”

“Don’t talk shit Olivia, she got in the way of my hand.” She got in the way of his hand? Is he that delusional? No he’s not, he’s a bare faced liar is what he is.

I wait for my mom to stick up for Mayra because in normal circumstance's she wouldn’t have anyone saying a wrong word about Mayra, she loves her. I watch on and wait to see her explode over the situation, but Mauricio glances her a look I don’t see because he has his back to me which forces her to change direction. She stiffens up and acts cold. “Well Mayra, you shouldn’t have got involved. What Mauricio says to Olivia is none of your business.”

“What!” I shriek. “She was helping me out, do you know what your husband has just gone an
d done?” she cuts me off firmly. “That’s enough Olivia.” It’s almost like she’s being pulled by an imaginary string.

"Why are you doing this?" I cry with my voice breaking up. My mom rolls her eyes slowly and I know she’s doing it to knock back tears but instead she turns on her heel and leaves us, mumbling something about not being able to cope. Mauricio gives me another sadistic look when she’s out of sight and turns away from me once more. Then turns his attention to Mayra.

"Mayra, I would like to see you in my office. Now." He orders her quietly. She obliges.

“You leave May alone, Mauricio. She was only helping me. You’re a bully!”

“Carry on Olivia, carry on.” He threatens as he walks into his office, but then peers back around.