Forbidden

Epilogue

Songs for the chapter:
Selena Gomez - The heart wants what it wants
Britney Spears - Criminal
Taylor Swift - Sad Beautiful Tragic

*...we both wake in lonely beds in different cities...* - T.S.

Two weeks later

Olivia's POV

The ceiling of my new room has clouds painted on it. It gives the room a warm look but after staring at them for most of my time it was making me nauseous. My hands are folded one after the other laying on my ribs, I had just woken up after that realistic dream I had.. I felt him hold me and kiss the side of my face while I was sleeping like he used to do to get me to wake up, I would play clueless just to feel his caress.

When I woke up to reality, jolting literally, with that wrong melancholy feeling in my chest, I was feeling elated and breathless, my eyes welling up but I wouldn't cry. I couldn't.

Now I felt like a zombie, though zombies would do something productive like try to bite other people or eat them... But it was too hard. I couldn't do usual things because it was draining to jump back to my every day life. I was staying in room mostly of the time, maybe going for a walk to the park, I just wasn't comfortable enough to get out more and my dad wouldn't allow me.

I grasp the phone on my hands harshly and am shaking lightly. I saw something in it and I was doing everything in me to forget. I had totally forgotten about this phone and that I've gotten it with me. It was in my purse, the one I took with me subconsciously when I left the dreaded place and the one who must not be named... I sound like I'm talking about Voldemort. A small giggle escaped my lips. Hearing myself like this I feel like I've completely lost it.

I can hear my parents argue from the living room, my new room's not sound proof, though I wish it was. A heavy sigh released my lips. Of course they would be arguing. They just can't stop, it's what they always did.

Once we landed back in London, my mum had been waiting to pick us from the airport. She had hugged me and cried and cried so much, kissing me everywhere on my face and hugging me tightly, I'd grasp on her until I felt I was crushing her. I had missed her very much too.

Then my mum decided she would live with me here, but since my dad wants to protect me too we're stucked in a predicament where dad got us a new apartment with us three living here, since both want to be here for me.

And that's what brings us to now.

They always have been awkward around each other after the divorce. It's because they still love each other but couldn't make it. Though I found out that they had an on and off relationship the second year after the divorce, they thought I hadn't noticed.

It went great, the first week of us living together even if a little awkward for them. But now...now it's just as it had been when I was fifteen. Their constant fights bring me back to those dreaded days.

My mother is pissed because she hadn't known until now that my father could have gotten me back a lot earlier if he would just give them what they wanted from him.

"I made a mistake! I know, Claire. But I thought it would have been for the best if I'd end them once and for all before others would suffer the same like we did; like Livy did." my father argued defensively.

"Oh, the big hero!" my mum mocked, her heavy american accent was breaking through, she's from Manhattan, I've been there to visit my grandparents and other relatives during last summer. "You had to think about our daughter first. Don't you see what it did to her?!" my mother continued to yell, "She hasn't spoken in weeks!! Weeks! She's not eating much either. I don't know what even happened to her back there,"