Failing from the Golden

Who, what, when, where and why

Olivia's POV:
Once I'm over the railing I feel instant regret. I want to live. Why'd I do this. It only takes four seconds to fall 220 feet. 100ft left and, I'm praying "Oh god, this was a mistake god please save me." 60ft "Oh god please save me." 20ft and my life is flashing before my eyes. All I see is Baxter, his demonic hands creeping around every corner waiting to get into my head. You're probably wondering who the hell Baxter is or Bax. Well he's the reason I'm plummeting falling from the golden.

11 years earlier: Mary's POV
"Mary!!!!" My husband shouted from the front porch. "You unlock this door now woman!" "Olivia darling please go and hide in the closet okay I don't want you near him at the moment." I gently whispered to her.

"Mary is you don't come down this instant I swear to god!" "Be right down Bryan!" "Don't you yell at me woman!" "You should go mum." Muttered Olivia. "You don't want father to be anymore aggravated than he already is." "I will, as soon as you are hidden from him." I loved my daughter but I wouldn't let be around her father even if she thought she could help him.

Back fill:
Bryan's been drinking since he lost his sister to suicide. He blamed himself when he never listened to her about her demons. He told her she was being irrational and to go sign herself in somewhere. I tried telling him it want his fault then he started storming out mid conversation and return him shit faced drunk and yelling about how Olivia was a lot like his sister and hopes she would turn out just as crazy as she was. Bryan knew Olivia was an easy target being an insecure and teen, yelling at her and putting awful things in her head when my back was turned.

Present:
I'm hurrying down the stairs once I've made sure she's well hidden. Unlocking the door I'm trying to calm down Bryan. "Yes dear, there the doors unlocked sorry I took so long I was cleaning the house for you." I said trying to sooth him even if my voice was shaking. "GOD DAMIT WOMAN! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE JUST OPEN THE DAMN DOOR WHEN I SAY SO!" After a small click from the lock, the door comes flying at me. I was lucky enough to dodge it only to be met with a solid fist right to my jaw. Groaning on the floor, I cower in the of the foyer watching my once happy and care free husband tower over me with clenched fists full of uncontrollable anger.