Strings

Chapter 32

But you know what I regret the most, you sorry excuse of a person; when you told me they could've killed you, I wish they did. I wish they would've done it right so I didn't have to sit opposite from you knowing all that could've been mine is yours! I wish you were dead Avery, I wish you were dead!" she all but yells, in literal hysterics.

I  am in complete shock as the gravity of what she is saying sinks within me, tears well my eyes and I cant process anything. She wants me dead. How much hatred must you bear to actually wish death upon someone? And that wasn't even the beginning of all the thoughts swirling in my head as I witness Olivia, quite literally losing it, in front of my own eyes.

Everything she said, and everything she is currently saying swirling in my head like a tornado of thoughts.

Olivia removed two of her ribs? what the actual shit? And that Paris photographer? I can't believe all that she made herself go through; all the choices she made, it can't be right, it just can't, I thought she was living her dream life; I- I didn't know this is what what was happening behind the shoots, the fame, the fans. I had no idea, I think as I find myself being short of breath. My vision turning spotty, and my head spinning.

Olivia was still yelling, still in hysterics, yelling out things I couldn't have imagined she had done to herself. Tears drip from my eyes as I see my sister losing and collapsing against herself, with nothing remaining in the rubble, barely a shadow of the accomplished woman she once was, or what I once thought she was. I mean, all my life I've felt inferior to her, to her drive, to her beauty, to her ambition and the sudden knowledge of the fact that she was the one feeling inferior to me was beyond my understanding.

Before I know it she grabs the ceramic vase close to her and chucks it at full force at me. I freeze at her movement, at the slow evil smile she throws me and am rooted on the spot before someone dives at me hurling the both of us on the side of the floor as the vase crashes loudly right next to us. Taking deep breaths, my chest heaving up and down I look up at Hayden checking me frantically to see if I was hurt.

He was saying somethings I can't even register, frantically asking me if I was okay but I couldn't bring myself to respond to him, or to even nod; I was in shock, and Olivia was in hysterics. What a duo of sisters. Mom and dad rush to Olivia, trying to restrain her as she thrashes and fights against them to let her go. Throwing her arms and legs around and kicking violently, my eyes widen as I helplessly stare at her and dad pulls out a tranquilizer from his pocket and jams it into her as she screams, mum barely able to hold her down.

She collapses against dad, who just carries her away as mom cries silently.

She looks at me, and then looks at Hayden holding me tightly, his one hand on the side of my face, wiping my tears and the other protectively wrapped around me, keeping me close.

She mumbles a quick 'sorry' to him and throws a silent 'we'll talk later' at me; fixes her face, checks her hair and goes back to entertain the guests before any of them grabs gist of something going down on the other side of the Marshall mansion and come looking.

"come on baby, lets go; come, lets get the hell out of here" Hayden says softly against my ears, helping me to my feet and guiding me out.

So much has happened, so much more has come to light, that my feet stop on my own accord.
Hayden stops as well, and muster all the courage I can to look at him.

"I am sorry you had to witness that, I- I am sorry you're stuck with me." I say, my voice thin and tears streaming the sides of my face.

His face stresses with anger and he takes one long, smooth stride towards me, cupping my face with his hands, as he wipes my tears and kisses my cheeks, then my forehead, then my other cheek as he finally stops, leaning his forehead against mine, as he slips his hand under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, raging with blue and green, taking my heart into overdrive in spite of everything that happened.

"Don't ever apologize to me again. And Don't you ever try to make it so, as if me being married to you wasn't the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me, as if you aren't the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me, because you are. I'd kill for you and I'd die for you, so tell me what it is you want from me?"

I couldn't help the sob that breaks free from my lips upon hearing his words; as I launch myself into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, as his hands snake around my waist, holding me tightly, as he lifts me up, burying his head at the crook of my neck, hugging me as if both our lives depended on it.

With my whole life a raging hurricane at sea, with angry waves larger than my whole being, crashing against themselves ready to engulf me, Hayden was the lighthouse of my little little boat, and docked up against his shore, I was safe and I was at home.

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HELLOOO GUYSSS!!!

*dun dun dun* here's me presenting you with your timely weekend update as promised that uncovers the mental state of the infamous Olivia Marshall!

So much of the things that Olivia has previously done or said, makes sense now, does it not?! In a way, I actually feel bad for her, because she herself was the first victim of her own whims before anyone else.

Here is your reminder to never ever feel ashamed, and seek out help and therapy for your mental health without any hesitation. You'll be surprised by how many people love you and care for you and how they'll provide you with anything it is that you may need to get help and to feel better!

On the side note, how absolutely adorable Is Hayden with Avery like for real it gives me butterflies everytime I think of it (which is all the damn time haha #sorrynotsorry)

You all know what to do; keep voting, commenting and letting me know how you liked this chapter and spread the word; you already know it makes my day!!

Love always! xxx