Generation 4, Chapter 6


A harsh groan escaped me when I woke up, my head was killing me and I never thought that a little whiskey would result in such a bad headache. The sun threatened to peer in through the window and I kept my eyes squinted sharply since the light just made things worse. I sat up slowly, realizing I didn’t even bother changing out of my clothes and I slept in my shirt, shoes and jeans all night.. “When did I even fall asleep..?” I asked myself. 


I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to wake myself up more and I shifted around just slightly, sitting on something hard and I got up from the bed, reaching into my back pocket and I removed my phone that I had apparently slept on all night. I contemplated a moment about whether or not to turn it back on, but, I might as well see if I had any missed texts or voice mails now instead of getting my ear chewed off when I get home.. I turned my phone on and waited a moment, letting out a harsh sigh as my head still pulsed in slight pain and soon my phone buzzed a couple of times, finally telling me that I have unheard voice mails to listen to and I typed in my password so I could access them.


I put the phone to my ear and paced around the room, listening to the rather robotic, pre-recorded woman telling me I had five messages to listen to. I was a little surprised by the number I had, but I listened anyways and the first one was Katalina.

Oliver, I don’t know why the hell you’re not here right now getting ready to eat dinner with us, but it better be a damn good reason. Why is it so hard to ask for you to be here? -sigh- Anyways.. Don’t make me worry about you, and get your ass home, got it?” 

I expected her to be pissed off, and I knew she was, but I guess it could’ve been a lot worse.. She actually did seem a little concerned, but I continued on to the next message, which I recognized was James.

“Hey, man.. I know you probably don’t want to be bothered, and I can see that I assumed right since your phone went straight to voice mail, but uh.. I just wanted to let you know that I can see why you left. Your Uncle is a dickhead.. -soft laugh- I’ll tell you all about it whenever you get back.. I also, uhm.. Want to talk to you about Jody. Whenever you have the time, though.. See ya, bud. Happy Thanksgiving..”

James was always so nice to me and I liked that he was checking up on me, but what did he want to talk to me about Jody for? I was also curious as to what my Uncle had done during dinner that made James believe me on why I hated the man and why I thought he was such an asshole.. At least he understood now..


I was curious as to who else would’ve left me voice mails, seeing as I had three left to listen to, but my heart sank into my chest when I listened to the next message and I recognized Jody’s voice.. By no means did I recognize it from seeing her often, but from the amount of messages she’s been leaving me every since we, well.. Ever since she forced me to have sex with her.. Now I’ll never be able to forget her voice, even if I tried.. It was burned into my brain.

“Oliver, where are you? Kat said that you were going to be here and you were looking forward to seeing me today.. I can’t stay long, since I have to go eat dinner at my folks place, but I wanted to see you.. Why aren’t you here? Oh well, I’ll try again later.. Bye.”

Why the hell would Kat tell her I was looking forward to seeing her?! I pulled the phone away from my ear momentarily in anger, trying to calm myself down before I listened to the next message that I now knew would be Jody.. I bet she was the fifth message, as well.. How does she not understand that I want nothing to do with her anymore? It’s been a little more than three weeks since I’ve seen her in the flesh and I’ve been dodging her like crazy, why is she still trying to be with me? Is she really that oblivious, or is she just that obsessed? But, why would she be obsessed? I’m nothing special, I’m no one to brag about, so why is she doing this to me?

“Hey, it’s me again.. Got done eating with my family a little while ago and I’m trying to reach you again, wanting to spend a little time with you on this Holiday.. I hope you get this soon and call me back, I’m lying on my bed and I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to be lying next to me, touching my..”  -click-

I stopped listening to it instantly once I knew what she was trying to do, trying to turn me on over the phone so I would go to her and give her what she wanted, but there was no way in hell I’d ever do something like that with her willingly..


Ugh, God..” I let out softly, feeling like I was going to be sick just thinking about it and I reluctantly listened to the next and final message..

“Hey, baby.. I was so surprised that I didn’t hear from you last night, I thought my message would be pretty convincing, but I like how you play hard to get.. Well, it’s about ten in the morning now and I tried calling Kat to see if you were home and I guess you never came home last night..? I’m getting a little worried and I hope nothing happened to you, I’m going around town and looking for you and I hope I find you soon.. I’d hate to be forced to go to the police and file a ‘missing persons’ report.. -nervous laughter- No, no, I’ll find you, I don’t even want to think about needing to do something like that! -feminine laugh- Anyways, here’s to high hopes, but, see you soon!”

What the hell? She’s looking for me now?! I quickly hung up my voice mail and looked at the time, seeing it was only a little passed eleven and I panicked a little, noticing it’s only been an hour since she had left that message. I needed to get the hell out of here. Is this considered stalking, or was I thinking too much into this now? She’s not even my girlfriend, we aren’t even dating and she’s acting like we’re married..? 


I quickly placed my phone inside of my pocket, picking up my jacket from the floor and throwing it on, “She’s psychotic, she has to be.. Why the hell is she even looking for me?” I tried to talk myself into calming down, but it didn’t seem to be working. “I need to get the hell out of here before-” A knock on my door stopped my voice and I froze, my eyes glued to it and I waited a few silent seconds, trying my best to be quiet and hoping whoever it was would just go away.. It couldn’t be Jody, could it? She couldn’t have found me this fast, right? 


“Oliver..?” I heard Jody’s voice and I was astounded.. How in the hell did she.. Never mind! I quickly and silently looked around the room, not seeing any other way of leaving and I went to the bathroom, hoping to sneak out the window, but the windows were too high, and definitely too small for me to fit through.. I’m.. I’m done for.. But, wait.. Maybe she doesn’t know that I’m still here.. I came back out of the bathroom slowly and as quietly as I had been and I waited, seeing two small shadows at the bottom of the door peaking in and I knew she was still standing there..


“Oliver, are you awake? The front clerk said you hadn’t checked out yet, are you here?” She continued and at first I was mad that the clerk had given her that information, but then again, she could very well think that I just went out to get breakfast or coffee or something.. Maybe she’d go away..? At least I hoped she would. I heard her knock again, “Oliver..? Hmm..” I heard her through the door, seeing the shadow at the bottom of the door shift a little, but she still stood there.. What was she doing..?


My phone started to ring and I panicked, the song I had as a ringtone playing loudly and now I regretted even turning it on. I removed it from my pocket quickly, seeing Jody calling me and I wanted to shut off the ringtone, but then she would know for sure that I was in here.. But, now that she heard my phone, it was too late, already.. “Oliver? I can hear your phone, are you still here? Wake up,” she continued and I knew she wasn’t leaving.. Could I wait, let the phone stop ringing and she might think that I left it behind? It was worth a try I guess.. I let the phone go to voice mail and the song stopped playing, listening for Jody and I assumed she was leaving another message for me to listen to later.. “Hey, it’s me.. Again.. I think I found you, are you alright? You’re probably still sleeping, but I’ll just wait here until you wake up, I suppose..” She continued to leave me a message and I was mortified to hear that she wasn’t going to leave until I ‘woke up’ and came outside.. This is exactly what I didn’t need this morning..


There was no use in avoiding her now, she was going to stand there and wait for me to come out no matter how long I waited and I couldn’t help but wonder if I should just get this over with.. I could let her in and maybe even have enough nerve to tell her that I don’t want to see her anymore, and I thought that as long as I stayed close to the door, even if she tried anything, I’d be able to make a run for it before anything could happen.. I let out a depressed sigh, walking over to the door and I hesitated a moment, but pulled it open slowly and she stood there, her head popping up in excitement when she saw my face and I squinted my eyes out of reflex when the brightness of the morning hit me.


Hey! Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” she said with a sweet tone and I looked at her with a stern expression.

“What are you doing here? How’d you find me..?” I asked, trying to keep the door open only a little and I didn’t want her to come in, but when she moved closer to me in either an attempt at a hug or a peck on my lips, I instinctively moved back and she followed me into the room. I tried to remember to stay near the door, ready to leave if she were to try anything and she shut the door behind her.

Jody ignored my questions, “You slept here all night? You poor thing, you could’ve slept in my bed.. Did you get my messages?” She asked and I shook my head ‘no’ in a lie, trying to keep the fact that I was a little intimidated by her hidden. “Well, I’m glad I found you, I was getting worried.. I haven’t seen you in so long I feel like I barely know you all over again,” she said with a soft giggle and my expression didn’t change.

“I do barely know you.. Why are you even here? If Kat and James knew not to come looking for me, then you can assume that I’m just fine.. No need to worry.. I was just about to go home anyways, so.. You can go home, too,” I replied.


“Aww, what’s the rush? Check out isn’t until noon, right?” She wondered excitedly and I grew nervous, seeing her getting closer and I stepped back but I met the wall behind me. Jody slipped her fingers from each hand into my front pockets and tugged on my jacket a little, “I’ve missed you, we should-” she began, but stopped, her eyebrows furrowing and I was confused as to what she was doing. I felt her fingers playing around with something in my pocket and she looked down, pulling out a folded piece of paper and I swallowed hard in nervousness.


She took a step back, though not as far as I would’ve liked, and she unfolded the piece of paper, reading it and she then looked up to me. Her eyes held anger and shock and I didn’t know what to do, “What the hell is this?” She wondered and I finally remembered that Isaiah had given me his number last night. “Are you.. Are you cheating on me?” She asked and I was dumbfounded. Cheating? Was she serious?

“W-What are you talking about?” I asked, confused beyond belief.

She turned the paper around and showed it to me, “Don’t play dumb.. A phone number? You expect me to believe you’re not seeing anyone else when you’re going out, not answering your phone, and now I found a number in your pocket? Who’s is this? What’s her name?” She continued to barrage me with questions I couldn’t nor needed to answer in the first place.


“It’s not what you think, and I don’t even need to explain it anyways since we’re not even together,” I replied, watching her face then go to shock, then back to anger.

“What does that mean?! We’re together, we were dating and we even had sex, what do you mean ‘not together’?” She asked in anger and I was still completely confused.

That was it.. This is going too far now, I need to break this off.. “We went on one date.. One! And I didn’t even want to have sex with you, you made me do it, even despite me saying I wanted to wait! I’ve been avoiding you this whole time because I want nothing to do with you, how more clear can I get?” I asked back, watching her shake her head in disappointment and I reached for the paper she held, but she pulled it away and out of my reach. She was acting like such a brat, like a crazy high-schooler or something that couldn’t accept that the boy she had a crush on didn’t like her.


I watched then as she stepped back a little more and she ripped up the piece of paper into small pieces, “Hey! What the hell, Jody? That wasn’t yours to do whatever you want with!” I exclaimed. 

“Well, now she’ll never get your call, because you’re spoken for!” She argued back and I was getting fed up with how she had this delusion that we were a couple by any means.

“Jody, how many times do I have to say something in order for you to understand? We’re.. Not.. Together.. After what you did to me, I want nothing to do with you! Now leave me alone, please!” I angrily threw back at her and she gave me a look as if she didn’t believe me.


She walked up to me quickly and forced her lips to mine, but I refused to pucker my lips back and I brought my hands to her upper arms, grabbing her and gently pushing her off, “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked with the same anger I’ve had, but she pushed herself towards me again and tried to kiss me once more. I stopped her this time before she could make contact, thinking twice of my actions before I carried them out, but I committed anyways and I shoved her harder away from me this time and her rump landed on the bed.


“Ooooh, I like when you’re the rough one,” she continued and I stood there in disbelief as I watched her lean back a little, sticking out her chest just slightly, “Hold me down and show me how ‘not together’ we are,” she mocked slightly with a sense of seduction and I shook my head.

“You’re fucking crazy, Jody, now leave me alone!” I called back, quickly bending down and picking up what pieces I could of Isaiah’s number that she had torn up and shoved them into my pocket, going for the door and I quickly walked out, slamming it shut behind me.


I jogged towards the main office, going in and paying my bill just as hastily and I walked out, picking up my pace and jogging again to get to the side of the road and I then walked along it, looking back frequently to see if I could hail a cab and also to see if Jody was following me.. I felt like a hitchhiker even though I wasn’t in the middle of nowhere, but I needed to keep moving if I was going to avoid Jody catching up with me. What the hell was that all about? Again, she was sweet at first, or at least acted like it, but once she noticed that we had an opportunity to have sex, she changed into an entirely different person again and she never struck me as someone that would be into such rough things.. The slapping, wanting me to hold her down, forcing me to kiss her..? To be honest, it really creeped me out, and I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t grasp the fact that she was the last person I wanted to be with. 


I finally was able to hail a cab before Jody could catch up to me and I went home.. Honestly, anything, even Kat and I’s arguments, were a Godsend compared to any situation with Jody. I paid the fare and walked to the front door, stepping in and I didn’t see anyone in the dining room, nor did I hear anyone in the kitchen, so I continued my journey upstairs and I could hear the television on in the living area. I walked over to it slowly and peaked in, seeing Camilla alone watching whatever was on the screen and I smirked. I continued more into the living area and finally caught her attention, seeing her smile at me, “Hey.. You okay?” She asked and I nodded, even though it was a lie. “Where’d you stay last night?” She wondered.

“Just a motel within town, not too far from here.. I just.. I couldn’t be here anymore, you know?” I asked and I watched as she showed sympathy for me and nodded.

“I understand.. I wish you were here, but I’m glad you left, things might’ve ended worse if you didn’t leave..” She replied and I raised my brow.


“What happened?” I asked through my curiosity, stepping more into the room and I watched as her view left mine and went to the floor.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.. You know how it always goes.. I say something that Kat doesn’t like and it turns into this huge argument for no reason.. I just don’t understand why we can’t have at least one day where something doesn’t go wrong, or a day where no one gets into a fight..”

“I think that there’s too many clashing personalities and beliefs in this family, which makes it impossible for any of us to be on the same page all at once. Don’t let her bother you and never believe anything hurtful she says.. She’ll come around eventually, it’ll just take time, that’s all..” I replied and she looked back up to me and nodded with a slight smirk.


“Hey, it’s Friday.. Didn’t you have class today?” She asked and I chuckled.

“Uhh.. Yeah, but I guess I took the day off..” I replied and I went to walk out of the living room, but Camilla stopped me.

“Oh, Oliver! Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner soon? Catch up a little, just the two of us? ..It’s just.. I’m going out with friends all weekend, but I missed you last night, and I only have until Wednesday, so.. I don’t want to leave knowing that we didn’t at least spend a little time together, you know..?” She asked and I nodded with a smile.

“Of course, I’d love that. You pick the place, I’ll buy,” I replied and she smiled more, nodding in confirmation and I continued my way out of the living room and upstairs to my own room.


The first thing I did was change all of my clothes.. I hated knowing that I was still wearing the ones that I had put on yesterday and I also hated the fact that Jody had put her hands on them, making me want to change even more. I tossed my clothes into my hamper but I did a double take at my jacket, picking it back up and I removed what pieces I had managed to grab off of the motel floor from within the pocket and I walked over to my bed, sitting down and I laid out the pieces on my blanket. As I looked at all the ripped up paper, I knew it didn’t complete the whole thing he had handed to me and I was missing a few pieces of this tiny white puzzle. I missed a couple of edges, but those didn’t matter as much because I knew they were blank, but one piece wasn’t there, one that I needed, the one that held the last three digits of his number. 


I sat there in silence, sighing softly to myself as I continued to stare at the pieces of paper and I hated how Jody had ripped it up, as if she had every right to. Even if she was my girlfriend, she still had no right to rip up the paper because it wasn’t even from a girl, nor was it from someone who was interested in me in the sense that would make her worry, but.. She did it anyways, and now I’m missing a piece.. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized that it wasn’t that big of a deal since I knew exactly where Isaiah worked, and he owned the bar, so it’s not like I have no idea where to find him if I wanted to, but just the fact that she had the tenacity to do what she did to something that wasn’t hers made me angry all over again. How was I going to deal with this? She’s still completely obsessed with me and oblivious to the fact that I despise her and what she had done.. 


I had left my phone on my dresser and I heard it go off, someone calling me and I was a little nervous to see who it was, but when I got up and looked, I noticed it was James and I let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, what’s up?” I answered.

“Hey, are you home now?”

“Yeah, just got back about twenty minutes ago.. Did you just get out of class?”

“Yeah.. I was hoping you’d be there but you never showed.. Are you okay?”

“..I’m fine, just.. Didn’t make it today.. My head still hurts a little from drinking last night,” I replied.

“Wow.. That’s probably the first and last time I’ll ever hear you refer to ‘missing class’ and ‘hungover’ in the same sentence..” He joked and I chuckled.

“I’m not hungover, just a slight headache.. And I didn’t wake up to any of my alarms because my phone was off..”


“Ahh, I gotcha.. Well, hey- I wanted to see if you’d wanna talk, just not at home.. You up for it?” James wondered and I hesitated a moment.. I knew he wanted to talk about Jody, since he had mentioned it in his voice mail I listened to from him this morning, but I didn’t know if I was ready or not for this conversation..

“..I-I don’t know..”

“Come on, you know me.. I just want to talk, that’s all. You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to,” he compromised and I sighed, but nodded against the phone.

“Alright.. Where are you now?”

“I’m still in the center of town, standing in the cement park in front of the City Hall building and the main building of the campus..” He hesitated a moment, “Hey, remember that park we went to a lot our first year here, and we’d just get drunk and hang out?” He asked and I smirked, chuckling softly as I remembered back. They were good memories, it was where James and I went to hang out alone and we became best friends in no time.

“Yeah, that park just outside of downtown..? Though I usually don’t ever remember leaving,” I replied and I heard him laugh on the other line.

“Yup, that’s the one.. Meet me there in half an hour, I wanna grab something to eat before I get there.. Want anything?” He offered.

“No, I’m all right.. I’ll see you in a little bit,” I replied and I hung up.


I guess it wouldn’t be all that bad.. I knew that if I could tell anyone about what had happened, it would be James, but I still wasn’t even sure if he’d believe me.. How could anyone believe me with how well Jody put up that nice, sweet and innocent wall of hers? She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing and she only takes off the disguise when I’m alone with her.. As much as I didn’t want to talk about this with anyone and as much as I wish it would just go away, I knew it wouldn’t and I figured the best thing for me to do right now is get it off my chest.. Maybe even ask for James’ help.. I got up from my bed and threw on pants and a warm coat with a scarf, picking up the pieces of paper from my bed and putting them within a pocket of mine, then making my way out of my room and downstairs so I could meet James at the park. I knew I would be early, but it was better than being in my room and being constantly reminded of Jody.


I got to the park and had fifteen minutes to spare, waiting for James. I was surprised by the weather.. Although it was snowing, there was a pleasant, silent calmness to it and there was barely ever a breeze that would give you the chills. Being at this park brought back some good memories with James.. Of course, he made it seem like we used to come here all the time and get drunk, but honestly, it was only maybe three times our first year here and out of those times, we came here because we needed to get away from something.


The first time we came here, it was to have fun and to get to know one another more, ultimately leading to our strong friendship, and it was also the first time James had told me about his parents. His father drinks a lot and he’s emotionally abusive, his mother can’t and won’t stick up for herself, and James went to school here to become a doctor so he could eventually get his mother out of their home and away from his dad. I thought it was noble of him, I’d probably do the same in his position, too. The second time we came here was when Kat got into an argument with James and I about something completely stupid, looking back on it now, and James and I came here to drink and vent. The third time, well.. I had a miniature break down about my own Dad, and although I didn’t talk about it at all with James that time, it was nice of him to keep me company and keep me distracted with a flask-full of Gin. I wasn’t sure why we stopped coming here for two years, maybe it was because nothing bad was going on in our lives, so why was I here now? I guess James just knew me that well to know that something was off, even if I haven’t admitted it yet.


My eyes went to the wooden bridge when I saw James walking across it and I could see his friendly smile from where I sat. “Hey, bud.. Been here long?” He asked when he reached me, taking the seat next to me and I shook my head.

“Not really, maybe ten minutes..”

“Ah, not bad. Thanks for meeting me.. It’s been a while since we’ve been here, huh?”

“Yeah, sure has..” I replied, then looking at his clothes, “Aren’t you cold?”

“Nah.. It’s actually kinda nice out.. Besides, even if I do get cold, I got just the thing to warm me up,” he answered with a devious grin.

“..What is it?” I wondered, watching him then reach into his jacket for something.

“Here,” he replied, then pulled out a water bottle and showed it to me.


I grew suspicious of the bottle, “What’s that?”

“Come on, don’t act like I came here with nothing to drink.. It’s tradition,” he answered with a grin and I smirked.

“It’s noon, James..” I contested and he scoffed.

“So?” He questioned sarcastically, “Just take a sip, that’s all.. It might even help with that headache of yours,” he egged on and I rolled my eyes, but took the bottle from his hand and uncapped it.


I took a deep breath and took a swig of the liquid, feeling it already burning my mouth before I swallowed and I coughed after I had choked it down. “Jesus!” I coughed again, “What is this, the shittiest vodka you could find?” I asked, pushing the bottle back towards him and he laughed as he took it from me.

“The cheap stuff is the best stuff.. Gets you blasted before you even know it,” he said with a triumphant tone and he then took a swig of it himself, hissing harshly afterwards, but he handled it better than me, anyways.  He screwed the cap back on the bottle and set it down, “Phew! Sure brings you back, doesn’t it?” He asked with a smile, nudging his elbow into me and I chuckled softly in return, nodding in agreement.


“So..” He began, “What’s up with you lately?” He wondered, my view going to the snow in front of our feet and I tried to play it off with a smirk.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t fuck with me, you haven’t been the same since you and Kat got into that argument.. Or maybe you just haven’t been the same since Jody had come over after that..” He hinted and my smirk faded quickly. “You know you can talk to me about anything, literally.. I know you’re a quiet person, but I felt like you haven’t really spoken to anyone since then.. Plus with your Uncle coming over and all.. I don’t know what happened between you two, but one minute he was going upstairs, and the next, you were racing downstairs and out the door quicker than I’ve ever seen you move,” he continued. 


Although I felt as if he was backing me into a corner, which is something I knew he was aware of that I hated, what else was I supposed to do? He was right, I talked to him about a lot of things, excluding my parents directly, but what was I so afraid of..? Why was I so afraid to get help from him? Maybe it was because I was scared he couldn’t help me..

I, uhm..” I started, but I didn’t even know where to go from here.. There was a lot bothering me.. Kat, my Uncle, Jody, even Camilla a little. It seemed that everything I had a problem with lied mostly within my lineage. “..Honestly, I don’t even know where to start..” I admitted, looking to James and his expression held slight concern.

“Well.. How about starting with your Uncle?” He suggested, “What happened between you two that caused you to storm off like that?”


It took me a few minutes to even commit to talking about this, but eventually, to my own surprise, when I had finally started telling James what had happened, it all began to flow out more and more fluently. I appreciated how James sat there and listened to me babble on and on about it, but I suppose it couldn’t really be labeled ‘babbling’ as much as it could be labeled a confession. 

“Your Uncle is just like my dad, but on top of that, he’s physical about it.. He grabbed your fucking hair, dude, and made you kneel in front of him, like he’s a fucking king or something.. God, that pisses me off.. I’m sorry, Ollie.. Honestly, had I known that was happening on the floor right fucking above me, I would’ve re-wrecked that damn knee of his,” James answered with more anger than I expected from him. I liked how he would’ve been willing to stick up for me had he known what was going on and might’ve been able to stop it, but what’s done is done, I guess.. 

Whatever, it’s over and done with.. Now you know why I hate even being around him..” I replied and James nodded in understanding. “What happened while I was gone? Camilla mentioned something when I got home about her and Kat getting into it at dinner last night, as well as you when you left me that message..” I brought up, but he brushed it off.


“Oh, well, if Camilla told you about it, then that’s all it was, but..” He stopped, hesitating a moment before continuing, “I don’t know.. It was weird.. The whole time they were fighting, I was trying to stop them, and all your Uncle was doing was sitting there, like.. ‘Sitting back and watching the show’ or something.. You know? Like he didn’t even care about getting involved and stopping them..” He continued, but I knew what he was talking about..

“Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do..” I replied. I knew that my Uncle loved to make people, or more so, women, compete for his attention and affection, and I’m sure even despite the multiple women I knew he took home like he used to do when I was younger and Camilla and I lived with him, he loved seeing his daughters doing the exact same thing.. Fighting over him.. I knew he loved attention and I now knew that he was more than likely the reason for Kat and Camilla’s confrontation, and the fact that I wasn’t there made me angrier at myself.. I wish I was there to stop them..


After talking about my Uncle, James seemed eager to move on to the next subject, one that I wanted to talk even less about, “Jody was weird, too, when she came over.. I don’t know how to describe it, really.. I mean, she came because Kat invited her, and I’m sure she came so she could see you, but when you left, I couldn’t help but think about what you said.. I watched her for a while and she was, like.. Obsessed with her phone.. I knew she had called you because I heard her leave you a message about her being there and having to leave soon, but when she hung up, she stared at her phone for the entire rest of the time.. When I mentioned to you last night that she was coming over, you said that it gave you even more reason to leave.. I just want to know why you said that,” he brought back up, watching as he reached for the water bottle and took a quick swig of vodka. He offered it to me next, looking to it for a moment and I felt it might be better to take one more drink of it if I was going to work up the courage to tell James what had happened between her and I.. 


“When you sent her up to my room, she tried comforting me about what had happened between Kat and I.. I told her I had just had a fight with her, but I didn’t tell her any details.. She, uhm..” I stopped, cringing a little when I remembered back to how her touch felt on my shoulders when she had started the ‘innocent’ massage.. “She was trying to relieve my stress, she started massaging my shoulders and stuff and I had never had a real massage before, so she insisted she give me one to maybe calm me down more, relax me a little, but.. It was all just a ruse..” I stopped, facing the snow on the ground once again.

“..What do you mean?” He asked with concern, but I felt as if I couldn’t continue, it was still hard to talk about.

I stood and I rubbed the stubble on my chin as I took a few steps away from the bench. “I just.. I can’t believe I’m even going to say this..” I continued.

“Dude, what the hell happened?” James encouraged. 


“She, uhm.. I, uh.. I turned over and she kissed me, and after that.. She gave me a look as if she wanted to do more than that, and I didn’t want to. I told her we shouldn’t, but she.. She fucking grabbed me, like.. Me..” I implied so he’d know what I was referring to, “I mean, I still continued to try and stop her, but man.. How many times do I have to fucking say it before she actually does?” I continued, getting a little angered as I continued to try and explain to him. I turned around and faced James, looking to him still sitting and I shook my head, my gaze then finding the snow below me, “She just.. She didn’t stop. She took everything off of me, and herself.. She crawled on top of me and I told her stop again, and she fucking hit me..”

James stopped me and I looked to him as he stood from the bench, “Wait, wait.. She hit you.. Like, sexy ‘hit you’ or..”

“No! I told her to stop and she fucking slapped me across the face! She dazed me, even.. While I was recovering from that, she just.. Well, you know..” I finished, giving the last implication that I could without being forced to explain any more.

“You can’t be serious..” James said with slight doubt in his tone and I grew angered.

“I thought that if anyone would believe me, it would be you,” I replied. 


“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.. I-I didn’t mean for it to come off that way.. But.. Oliver, are you telling me that she forced you to have sex with her? Jody? We’re talking about the same, little, sweet Jody, right?” He continued and I sighed heavily.

“It doesn’t matter, you don’t even fucking believe me..” I brushed off, turning my attention away from him again.

“Ollie, stop. Stop acting like I don’t believe you, because I do.. Again, I’m sorry if I’m coming off as if I don’t, but.. It’s really hard to see her doing something like that.. That’s not saying that I don’t believe you, but, it’s just.. A little hard to grasp, you know? ..Why couldn’t you get her off of you? You’re obviously stronger than her..” He wondered and I remained angry.

“Well, with three years of nothing, I wasn’t exactly capable of thinking with, well, anything! I’m just..” I sighed harshly, “I tried to stop her, okay? I told her to stop, multiple times, and I was pushing her thighs and her hips away from me but she kept pushing my hands away and then going harder and I just.. I couldn’t hold back anymore! Alright?” I asked angrily and his eyes held remorse.


“Okay! Okay..” He said defensively, “Look, Ollie..”

“And then-” I cut him off, “I stayed at a motel last night and this morning I wake up to voice mails from Kat, you, and three from her! The first two looking for me, and the third one from this morning an hour before I had woken up.. Saying she was fucking looking for me, looking for me! She found me, too.. She tried to have sex with me again, but I managed to leave the room and get away from her,” I continued and I watched as his eyes widened a little to my words, “I told her this morning we weren’t together, I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her but she thinks we’re still fucking dating! I had a number in my pocket, too, and she found it and ripped it up! It wasn’t even from a fucking girl!” I continued on my enraged rant.

“She did that? What the hell..? Who was it even from?” He asked.

“Just.. The bartender at the place I went to.. He’s new in town and wanted to be shown around, but..” I reached into my pocket, pulling out the pieces of paper into my palm and I showed it to him, “Like I said.. She ripped it up..” I showed him, then placed the pieces back within my pocket.


“..Did you two wear anything, at least..?” James asked next.

“Does it sound like I had a fucking choice in that matter?!” I yelled angrily and James’ expression was every type of confusion and worry.

“Oliver, listen.. I’m sorry for what happened to you, she’s a crazy bitch and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.. I can’t even begin to try to put myself in your position, but.. There’s bigger shit to worry about now.. You need to find out if that psycho is pregnant or not,” he brought up and my eyes widened in shock.


How could I have overlooked such a thing? Was I really this stupid? Now that I thought back on it, she was obsessed from the beginning.. Our first date, she asked me to go home with her, but I think the fact that James and Kat had gone out with us, it kept me from being completely alone with her, not to mention that we were outside when we kissed and she couldn’t force me into anything on the sidewalk in the cold.. But, the first chance that she got, she just took what she wanted and disregarded everything I had told her I was against.. It’s as if she loved being forceful or dominant.. Granted, I had learned that already the hard way, but now that I looked back on everything, she was just waiting to get me alone.. She knew I hadn’t been in the game for years and she knew I wouldn’t be able to truly say no, at least not with my emotions accompanying the actions of my body, but either way, she still took complete advantage of me.. She haunted me, plagued me with her presence and she forced me to become involved with the monster that she was. At this point, from what I’ve witnessed myself, why wouldn’t she want to be connected to me in some way, shape or form, including that one of an offspring?


“Oh my God..” I finally acknowledged, bringing my hands to my face and I rubbed the skin of my forehead down to my cheeks, “What the fuck have I done?”

“Dude, don’t worry about it, you didn’t do a damn thing..” James tried to console me, walking up closer and he put his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure she’s on the pill or something.. I mean.. We can hope, right?” He said with a slightly humorous tone, yet he also held more remorse at the same time. I knew he was just trying to make me feel better, but his attempt at a joke only made me feel worse. “I’m sorry, man.. I had no idea you were dealing with this shit by yourself for so long.. You all right with talking about this stuff, still?” He wondered, his hand still on my shoulder, “We can talk about some other shit and finish this bottle, instead?” He suggested with a smile.


I looked up to him and he chuckled, “Stop worrying so much.. Everything will be fine, you’ll see.. I got your back with whatever happens. I won’t let that bitch anywhere near you now,” he added with more humor and I couldn’t help but smirk, being comforted by his words and I knew that I could count on James for anything. I was so afraid to tell him what had happened, but he understood.. Although he claimed to not be doubtful, I knew he was at first, like I assumed he would be, but eventually I felt that he believed me completely the more I went on and now he knew where I stood on mostly everything that was bothering me. I was so glad to have such a good friend like James, and I was glad that I had someone to help me with keeping Jody away.. But..


..Now that James had mentioned that she might be pregnant, I felt as if nothing would make me happier than to know she isn’t. I didn’t want to see her anymore, I didn’t want to have anything left to do with her.. But, if she was, then there’s even more reason for her to pry into my life.. The exact opposite of what I wanted.. If this was a possibility, then I knew this wasn’t the last time I was going to see her, and I knew that this would mark the end of me. I couldn’t deal with splitting anything with her, a Goddamn child, no less, and I wished with all my heart that Jody wasn’t chaining me to the anchor that I knew would sink until it hit the very bottom.


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Generation 4, Chapter 5


The past few weeks have been worse than I imagined they’d be.. I haven’t told anyone about what had happened, yet.. I was embarrassed, scared, and unsure if anyone would even believe me. Jody’s been trying to get together again, but I’ve been ignoring her, and when I couldn’t ignore her, I’d tell her I was sick, or just unable to do anything.. I meant it when I came to the conclusion that I wanted nothing to do with her anymore, but I can say that she felt the exact opposite and it was beginning to get a little suffocating. 


We didn’t have class today on account of it being Thanksgiving, and I didn’t want anything to do with his Holiday, either. A few weeks ago, Kat and I had a huge fight and even despite me telling her that I would never sit down at a dinner table with my Uncle ever again, she still insisted that I be here. I wasn’t on speaking terms with her, I’ve barely said a word to her since our argument, but she’s still been as bossy as ever, just minus her sweet, protective side towards me. She could care less right now, but that might just be because she’s trying to remain strong and not give in to apologizing to me, yet, I was doing the exact same thing. Just like everyone else in our family, her and I truly were stubborn people.


I stood in James’ room, looking out one of his windows as I spaced out and I jumped suddenly when I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Whoa! Jeez.. You’ve been really jumpy ever since you and Kat got into it.. I know I keep asking you, but are you okay?” He asked, looking to him and I calmed down a little, soon nodding and turning my attention back out the window. “Are you just on edge a lot now since Kat’s Dad is coming?” He continued and I stared out the window. I didn’t reply to him, my mind was too focused and I kept my eyes on the street below, hoping that I wouldn’t see my Uncle and Camilla pulling up anytime soon. Even though I was still a little mad at Kat, she wasn’t the one that my mind has been unable to block out and forget.”..Oliver?”

“What?” I asked abruptly, looking back at him and his expression was a little worrisome.

“Sorry.. I know it’s not any of my business, but.. I know the whole situation.. Don’t be mad at Kat for telling me, but, she just didn’t want me left in the dark and she told me to kind of be ready for confrontation..”

“And that’s exactly why I won’t be here, so none of that happens,” I replied, turning my attention back to the window.


“Are you sure that leaving is the best option? Maybe we can just have a nice dinner and then he’ll leave and that’ll be it, you know? Can’t you just ignore the guy for a few hours? I mean, Camilla’s coming home for a few days only and it’s been a long time, shouldn’t you be here for her?” He asked and I was getting sick of his questions, but I tried hard not to snap at him.

“She’ll be here after today, so why can’t I spend time with her tomorrow? Or the next day?” I rebutted.

“You know what I mean.. It’s a ‘family’ day..”

“Yeah, then why are you here?” I asked, but the moment those words came out of my mouth, I regretted them instantly.


I turned around, facing James and my expression was apologetic, “Look, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean that, you are family to me..” I replied and I watched as he accepted my apology with a nod, “It’s just.. I don’t consider him my family anymore and I haven’t for a long time. He’s nothing to me,” I continued, looking to James standing in front of a mirror and he adjusted his formal attire for the occasion.

“Then why are you so worried about it? Leave what’s in the past in the past, huh?” He offered, “I know you’re mad at Kat, but do it for her, and do it for Camilla.. Plus, we already have Kat and Camilla to watch and make sure they don’t get at each other’s throats,” he added with a soft chuckle and I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want any part of this, but I hated to admit that James was right.. 


“I’m not guaranteeing anything, all that I’m going to say is that if I can’t take it anymore and I leave, I suggest you do that same..” I warned.

“What? Why..?” He asked, looking at me through the mirror.

“Are you serious? This is the first time you’re meeting my Uncle.. You’re a male roommate who lives with both of his daughters. Who the hell do you think he’ll vent his anger to next if I leave?” I asked sarcastically and I watched as James’ expression went more nervous than it was before.

“Well.. I might just take you up on that, then..” He replied and I chuckled, facing the window again.


When James was ready, we went downstairs to the dining room and Kat was rushing around in the kitchen, trying to get everything ready and I pitied her for how frantic and rushed she felt she needed to be to impress someone as simple and uncaring as my Uncle. James had offered to help her a few times, but she said she had it under control, so he didn’t bother her anymore.. From where I stood, I could still keep a good watch out the windows and I’d know when they would arrive, but James disrupted my staring when he stepped up to me. “Want a beer or anything to calm down a little?” He offered and I shook my head.


“No.. If anything’s going to happen I need my mind to be clear..” I replied and I heard him scoff lightly.

“Man, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re asking for a fight tonight with that attitude,” he answered and I looked to him, then back to the window.

“I just want to be ready..” I replied, seeing him leave my side out of the corner of my eye and he went back to the kitchen with Kat. Maybe if I decided to leave, then is when I would need a beer or two, maybe even something with a little more kick..


The wait was about half an hour, but I finally saw them pull up in my Uncle’s car, driving passed our place and he went around the corner to park. My heart started racing and I tried to take a few deep, collected breaths, but it was hard to focus when I knew they were here, and I knew who was going to be walking through that door any second. I looked to the kitchen, seeing both Kat and James distracted and I went through the dining room and upstairs, avoiding being the one to answer the door and I went to the living area, turning the television on and acting as if I had been here the whole time. I sat there in anticipation, not paying attention to anything on the screen and I waited, and I listened.. 


A few minutes after sitting within the living area, I heard the door being opened downstairs from Camilla getting the door herself and I listened as James was the first to greet her, knowing Kat didn’t give any kind of care that Camilla was here, she was just waiting for her father to come in before she showed any sign of acknowledgment that they had arrived. “Hey! Long time no see! How was France?” I could hear James asking Camilla and she responded with an excited tone, but I couldn’t make out her words because she had such a quiet and soft spoken voice. When I heard the door shut, I knew that my Uncle was right behind Camilla, though he made no effort into alerting anyone that he was there, but I knew because Kat finally came out of the kitchen..


“Dad! I’m so glad you could make it!” She called out and I’m sure she greeted him with a large hug that he didn’t even want. I heard another soft voice, assuming it was Camilla and Kat answered, “I don’t know.. He’s probably still upstairs..” She replied, knowing that Camilla was wondering where I was. I knew Kat wouldn’t greet Camilla with such excitement as she did for her father, brushing her off like she was nothing and I then heard her paying attention to her Dad, but footsteps on the stairs kept me from hearing their exact words.. If I were to guess, I’d say she was introducing James to her Dad.


Just the thought of knowing he was here, just a staircase away, made my stomach turn into knots.. “Ollie?” I heard the sweet, soft voice of my sister and I looked up, seeing her standing in the doorway of the living room and the smile on her face almost made me completely forget that my Uncle was here.

“Camilla,” I said with a smile of my own, standing from the couch and we met each other half way with a large, warm hug.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so, so much..” She began and I pulled her in tighter.

“I missed you more, sis,” I replied, finally letting go of one another.

“Wow..” She began, giggling softly as she looked at me, “You’re hair has gotten so long since I last saw you!” She said with a wide smile and I nodded.

“So has yours,” I replied, “You look a lot more mature with longer hair.. Are you sure you’re only eighteen?” I joked and she laughed more, pulling me into another much needed hug and we remained like that for a few more seconds, but eventually pulled away again. “Come here, tell me about your first year abroad,” I said with a smile and she nodded, following my gesture for her to join me in the living room and she sat with me on the couch.

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“Spill it..” I began, seeing her cheeks flush a little and she laughed off my words.

“Spill what?”

“Oh, come on.. Don’t tell me that in the most romantic place in the world, you haven’t found a guy there yet that sweeps you off your feet,” I continued and she kept her large smile she couldn’t hide.

“Fine, you got me.. His name’s Leon.. I met him in Geneva when I was on my way to Switzerland,” she replied with a bashful tone and I kept the smile I held.

“Yeah, I knew it..” I confirmed, “But, how was the first year out there? Was it good?”

“Yeah, definitely.. I’m learning so much.. I think I actually want to be a teacher, or a translator of sorts.. I actually invited Leon to come back with me to meet my family, but he couldn’t make it,” she replied and I nodded.

“Well, that’s too bad.. But, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.. You deserve to be somewhere you love to be, especially with someone you like,” I answered and she continued her smile as she nodded in thanks.


“What about you? How have you been?” She asked next and I couldn’t help but shrug. 

“Nothing new to report.. Still same old me..” I replied, though I don’t think I sounded as convincing as I would’ve liked to.

“Well.. How are classes going? Still straight A’s, I hope?” She implied and I nodded.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about there,” I confirmed, sending another smirk her way and she seemed convinced enough to stop prying.

“What about a girl? Have you met anyone since we last talked on the phone?” She asked and my smirk slowly faded, unsure of how to answer her, though I thought it would be best if I just acted as if nothing at all had happened since I had last spoken with her.. As far as I was concerned, I was determined to not let Jody force herself into my life, and the first thing to do to achieve that was not even acknowledge that we were dating anymore, if you could even call that short amount of time ‘dating’..

“Nope.. Just me, still..” I replied with a pathetic grin, seeing her face turn a little less happy than it was, but before she could continue to ask questions about it, we both heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart began to race.


I could hear the footsteps approaching the living area and just based on the sound of their pace, I could tell it was my Uncle.. His slight limp was always a dead giveaway. He soon came into our sights and Camilla rose from the couch, going to him in a slightly panicked manner, “Dad, you shouldn’t use the stairs without your cane, you could’ve gotten hurt,” she said softly, taking her luggage that he had brought up with him as a nice gesture and he brushed off her worry.

“I got my knee replaced, not my hips..” He replied sarcastically, “I’m still able use stairs.”

“Well, okay.. But at least let me take this to my room, I don’t want you to go up two more flights, alright?” She replied and he nodded.


“Thanks, doll,” he answered and she smiled as he put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her in so his lips met her forehead. My stomach turned even more knowing that he probably didn’t mean his kind words and gestures towards her, putting up a front, but I knew who he really was.. I saw passed his bullshit and I’ll never let myself be fooled like that again. His questionably loving gesture towards her even made me a little angry and I felt bad for Kat.. Never have I ever seen him show her as much love as he does for Camilla. Was it because she came from my mother and not Aunt Nina? Either way, I still didn’t like how he treated both of them.. I was always bothered, too, by how Camilla could accept my Uncle as her father.. Even though he was her real father, I didn’t like how she completely ignored the fact that my dad was the one that took care of her from the moment she was born until she was almost four, but it’s as if she completely forgot about him or blocked him out of her life after he had left, and she accepted her real father to call ‘dad’, even when he was never there for her like my father was.. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, about how she might not even remember enough of my father to label him her Dad, but whatever the reason, I still hated how quickly she warmed up to him after our mom and my dad were gone..


After Camilla had begun walking up the stairs, my Uncle looked towards the living area and his brown eyes met my blues, watching as the side of his mouth lifted into a slight smirk and I didn’t like the look on his face.. Then again, I never really did..

He stepped into the living area slowly and he stopped just before the couch, “Are you going to stand and greet me like a man, or are you going to sit there and pout?” He began, still holding his disputably innocent smirk and I sighed heavily, making sure he knew that I didn’t want to before I stood to my feet and I stepped up to him.


He stuck out his hand and I reluctantly shook it with my own, “It’s been a few years.. It’s good to see you,” he continued, though I knew that that was a lie.

“I wish I could say the same,” I replied and quickly removed my hand from his, hearing him chuckle and he was amused by my behavior. 


I watched his hand then reach up towards my hair, “Look at this mop on your head..” He continued, but I pushed his hand away abruptly before he could touch me and he chuckled again, “Your father would be disappointed to see you looking so.. Well, unkempt.. You should consider a haircut,” he insisted and I kept my stern expression.

“I could say the same for you.. And if you haven’t noticed, he hasn’t exactly been around much lately, so how would you even know?” I asked sarcastically and I didn’t enjoy how long he kept up that annoying grin of his. It was obvious that he enjoyed messing with me, but I was far from enthused.


My Uncle stepped over towards the couch and sat down slowly, minding his knee and he then gestured towards the seat next to him, “Sit down and talk to me for a little bit, it’s not often I get to see my nephew,” he insisted, my eyes looking to the couch and I sighed heavily like I did before, slowly going to the couch and I sat the furthest that I could away from him. I kept my eyes on the television, wanting to go downstairs where James and Kat were, but I couldn’t exactly ignore my Uncle, no matter how much I wanted to. “So, how’s college?” He began.

“Fine..” I replied blandly.

“Wow, hold back that enthusiasm of yours a little more, will you?” He asked sarcastically and I didn’t say anything, “Are you ever going to grow up and get passed all of this, or are you going to hold a grudge forever?” He asked next and my eyes went around the room aimlessly instead of at the television. I didn’t want to talk about this now, and especially not with him. 


“Not today,” I replied.

“But it’s perfect for such a momentous occasion, finding peace with one another so there’s no more hard feelings,” he offered, though I knew he was bluffing and I wondered what he was trying to accomplish instead.

“A momentous occasion would imply that it would have great or lasting importance.. And it would’ve been, had you just dropped off Camilla and left,” I answered and I heard him hum a soft laugh.

“Charming, as always.. Reciting definitions as if you were getting ready for a spelling bee,” he slightly mocked, “Still just a child..”

“You were just like this at my age, still a child.. I think I’m doing a little better, though, seeing as I’m in college doing something with my life and my ‘total number of lives ruined’ is still sitting at zero.. What’s your number up to? Because I can think of a few right now..” I spat back, finally having the guts to look over at him and still, he held that damn smirk that I hated so much.


“Such a smart mouth.. You remind me a lot of your old man, always have, actually.. Maybe that’s why we just can’t get along,” he suggested as an answer and I scoffed.

“Or maybe it’s because you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong,” I rebutted.

“Oh, I’ve stuck myself plenty of places where I didn’t belong,” he implied and I could feel myself getting angered, “I don’t regret anything, though.. I don’t regret what I did to get Camilla..”

“They would’ve had her regardless, you just wouldn’t have been her father,” I answered, watching him then lean forward and a little closer towards me and I hated to admit that I got nervous from it.

“Have I ever told you the story of The Woman Who Never Said No? There’s one person in particular that could play that part like a champion, can you guess who?” He rubbed in and my anger had returned ten-fold, knowing he meant my mother and I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to keep my cool, “It’s a lovely story, would you like to hear it?” He continued to push my buttons and I couldn’t answer him.


Well.. Once upon a time, there was this woman, very beautiful.. A gorgeous frame, long, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, kind of like yours..” He mocked and I could feel my hands beginning to shake in anger, though I brought my hand towards my head to hide the fact, “She lived with a troll that pretty much treated her like a prisoner, making her raise his troll child, making her do all of the troll’s chores while he was away, doing what pleased him.. Ignoring the beauty for years, and even despite her sadness, when asked if she wanted to stay, she never said ‘no’, even though you could tell that she wanted to and she remained in the prison-like conditions,” he continued the story and I could barely hold my own as he then leaned in a little more and continued, “But then, one day.. A brave man came along and whisked her away, asking her to be his in secret just so she could be happy on occasion and you know what? She never said ‘no’, even when her child slept in the room next to the one that they would-”

“Stop..” I cut him off and he tilted his head in curiosity.

“Now? I was just about to get to the good parts..” He taunted and I grit my teeth together.


“..Why are you telling me this?” I asked, struggling to keep my anger under control.

“To show you that even though the man that took her away from her miserable life, she never said no, even though she had every chance to,” he replied and I let out a heavy sigh, shutting my eyes and I hung my head, “..It’s not all on me, Oliver.. And it never was.. Does three years mean anything to you? She was just as willing, if not more so..” He continued and I didn’t know whether to believe him or not, “I would never speak ill of her, I saw everything unfold right before my eyes, but, you must know that putting all of this on me is completely ridiculous, don’t you..? Just because they’re your parents and you hold them in much higher regards than me, doesn’t mean they’re any less to blame in this, too.. They weren’t around to give you any side of their story, but I am.. I stayed with you, raised you, got you to where you are now.. Doesn’t that count for anything?” He asked, his voice sounding sincere and just as I was beginning to believe his words, the tone of his voice was all wrong.. This wasn’t my Uncle.. My Uncle was a cruel, conniving man, and him telling me all of this in the manner he did was just another way to brainwash me like he had Kat and Camilla..


I stood from the couch, turning to face him and I bent down to his level, “I’ll never believe your word.. I know my Dad is still out there and eventually I’ll get the truth to all of this. Your words still mean nothing to me, you mean nothing to me, and I’m doing just fine by keeping it that way. So, excuse me if I’m a little too harsh when I say this, on such a momentous occasion, but..” I mocked him back, hesitating a moment and I smirked just slightly before my next words, “Fuck you, Uncle Gareth..” I finished, feeling a sense of accomplishment flowing through me and I was actually a little proud of myself for finally sticking up to him.


..However, to my surprise, my Uncle’s smirk turned into an amused smile and he quickly reached back behind my head, gripping my long hair tightly and even despite using his hand that my father had shot, he could still get a great grip of my locks. I let out a soft groan of a struggle, my hand quickly going to the back of my head and I tried to free myself, but it was no use, feeling him then pulling me down and I was forced to take a knee in front of him, looking up at him. “Now you listen to me, boy. If you ever look down your nose at me again like that, I’ll show you what I do for a living first hand..” He threatened with a deep, serious tone, his smile now completely gone and I breathed harshly through my nose as I looked into his eyes, “Do I make myself clear, you little shit?” He asked and I hesitated, his threat weighing down hard on me and I was scared, not wanting to know what he did for a living even despite my curiosity over the many years. 


“You don’t want me to repeat myself,” he advised and I finally gave in.

“Yes..” I said quietly.

“Yes, what?” He demanded.

“Yes, I understand..” I repeated, admitting defeat.


“Good,” he completely changed, his smile coming back and he threw me to the floor as he let go of my hair. I stumbled just slightly, catching myself with my hands and I sat on the floor for a few long seconds, trying to gather whatever self respect I had left for myself. “You always were a stubborn fuckin’ brat.. I can’t believe that I even attempted to make amends, what the fuck is wrong with me?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling at himself and he needed help standing to his feet, putting his hand to my shoulder and he used me to push himself up, obviously taking the dominant roll and making it a point to show me that he still shouldn’t be trifled with.


“You’re lucky you’re my brother’s son,” he threatened last, hearing his footsteps walk out of the living area and he made his way downstairs and he left me here, left me to stew in my thoughts and think about what I had done. He still treated me like a child.. He made it a point to show me that he could still do whatever he pleased and there was no defending myself when it came to him, no matter how right I felt about my beliefs.. He always managed to bring me back down to the lowest points left that I could go. 


After all that’s transpired, after trying to put up with him the best I could, I wasn’t able to do it anymore.. I rose slowly from the floor, reaching back and I rubbed my scalp tenderly where his grip was pulling at my hair and the back of my head was a little sore, but I could manage.. I can do fine with physical pain, I’ve grown numb to it, used to it as I grew up, but it was the emotional and mental pain that I struggled so hard with, and right now I couldn’t even look at my Uncle again at the dining table for dinner without having the urge to shove a fork in his eye. I needed to get out of here..


I walked towards the stairs to go down to the first floor, rushing down them and I went straight for the front door, keeping my head and eyes down and I left in a hurry, but sadly, I didn’t make it very far before I heard James coming out after me, “Oliver!” He called out, and I walked out the gate in front of our townhouse, but he grabbed my arm before I could reach the road, “Ollie, wait a second! What are you doing?” He wondered and I stopped, pulling my arm out of his grip abruptly and I looked over my shoulder towards him.

“I’m leaving, what is look like I’m doing?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he answered defensively, “But, where are you going? Kat’s going to be furious if you leave.. You think she’s mad at you now for the fight you had? She’ll never forgive you if you ditch today..”


“..Then tell her I’m sorry, and that I hope she understands..” I replied and I turned to leave again, but he grabbed my arm once more and stopped me.

“Would you just wait a second and talk to me? You should really stay.. She invited Jody over, too, not that long ago.. Don’t you want to see her? It’ll take your mind off of your Uncle, right?” He mentioned, as if it would make me feel better and get me to stay. I remembered during Kat and I’s fight that she wanted to fix me up with Jody so I had someone to distract me from my Uncle being there, but at this point, she was just as bad as he was, and no one knew that but me.

“Even more reason for me to leave..” I replied as I pulled my arm from his grip, continuing towards the road with a quick pace and I hailed a cab that was coming towards us.

“Wait.. What? Why..? Ollie!” He tried to get my attention again and I ignored him, getting in the cab and it pulled away.


“Where you headed?” The driver wondered and I hung my head with my eyes closed, glad that I had made it out of the house successfully.

“Any place away from here that I can get a drink..” I replied quietly.

“You got it,” they replied, continuing to drive and I sat there in silence, letting out a relieved sigh and I was happy that I had gotten out of there without too many issues.. If anyone else but James had chased me out the door, I wouldn’t have been able to get away from that whole situation and I don’t know what I would do if I would’ve been forced to face my Uncle again after what he had ‘discussed’, not to mention Jody, as well.. “So, rough Thanksgiving already, huh?” The driver wondered and I didn’t even bother to look their way, keeping my head down like I had been.

“Yeah.. You could say that..” I replied, taking my phone out of my pocket and I looked at it, knowing that Kat or anyone else at the house would probably try to call me to get me to come back, but that wasn’t going to happen.. And to make sure of it, I shut my phone off, watching the screen turn black and I placed it back within my pocket, feeling the relief already beginning to lessen the weight on my shoulders.


I was driven to the other side of town to a lounge that I’ve only heard of but have never been to and it had recently just opened. It was a little too high-class for my taste, but at this point, I wasn’t picky and I just needed a drink.. I know I wasn’t one for drinking, especially to the point where I’d get incoherent, but right now I needed it, I needed to numb myself of this and I didn’t want to go back while he was there.. I won’t go back until morning, maybe, when I know that he’s gone.. I’ll walk to the motel down the street that I had passed and get a room for the night if I have to in order to avoid going back..


I got out of the cab and thanked the driver, handing him the fare that was due and I walked into the lounge, noticing it was empty and that didn’t surprise me.. It was Thanksgiving, everyone was with their families or friends, while I’m alone, spending my night with a bartender and a glass of liquor. 

“My apologies, sir, but we’re closing in about ten minutes and final call was twenty minutes ago,” the bartender began, but when I looked up, he stared at me for a moment, then choosing to correct himself, “I suppose I can make an exception for a face like yours, though,” he continued and my words caught in my throat as I stepped up to the counter.

“..Uhm, I’m sorry..?” I asked and he chuckled.

“You look like you’ve had a rough day,” he explained and I scoffed.

“Yeah.. Really rough,” I answered, “I’m sorry.. I can go somewhere else, I didn’t mean to come when you were about to close up.. I was just glad that you were open on a holiday,” I explained and he waved me forward.

“No, no.. Don’t worry about it. Looks like you need a drink and I’m still here, so, please.. Sit..” He insisted and I nodded in thanks.


I stepped up to the bar, sitting on one of the stools and I put my face into my hands, rubbing my eyes in frustration, “What’ll you have?” He wondered.


“Straight, clean, on the rocks, dirty?” He asked and I just picked one randomly.

“Uh.. On the rocks, I guess..”

“Of course.. But, before I do, you know the drill, I’m sure..” He implied and I removed my hands from my face, taking my wallet out and I showed him my identification to prove I was old enough, “Thanks, Oliver..He continued and I smirked briefly, putting my ID back into my wallet and within my pocket. 


He came back with a glass that held a few ice cubes, pouring me three fingers worth and I grabbed it, not hesitating as I poured it all down my throat quickly and put the glass back down. My eyes shut tight and I let out a hard breath after the large amount, “Another, please..” I requested and he chuckled softly.

You know.. You’re supposed to pace yourself with that type of style,” he put in his two cents.

“Another..” I insisted.

“Suit yourself,” he replied and he poured me another like I had asked and I downed that one as well, letting out another harsh breath after I swallowed the strong liquid and my eyes winced shut.


I pointed to the glass once more, signaling for him to pour me a third and he hesitated a moment, but he then gave in when I insisted and he poured me the drink. I grabbed the glass and picked it up, but he put his hand down over it and made me put it back on the counter, “Whoa, whoa.. Pace yourself, kid, I can tell just by the first one you don’t do this often. You don’t want to leave here in two minutes stupid, do you?” He pointed out and I looked to him.

“I’d rather leave here stupid than leave the way I came in,” I replied and he stared at me for a moment, then slowly removed his hand from my glass and I watched as he walked away. 


I lifted the glass, but before it met my lips, I looked down at the ice swimming in the liquor and I stopped, putting it back down on the counter and I brought my other hand to the front of my face, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. I sat there in silence for a few minutes, listening to the bartender cleaning glasses and he eventually spoke up again, “You’re lucky no one else is here, it’s a requirement to wear a jacket or tie to get in and I’d be forced to kick you out,” he said softly and I looked to him, seeing him holding a slight smirk.

“Then why’d you let me in?” I wondered and he chuckled.

“Already said.. You looked like you could really use a drink, so what’s your story? What made you storm out of the house on Thanksgiving?” He asked and I kept silent, “Mom? Dad? Sibling?” He continued and I took a sip of my drink before answering.



“Ahh, the Uncle.. One of your parents feuding with him, or just with you?” He wondered as he continued to clean glasses and I turned my attention away from him.

“My mom’s dead, and I haven’t seen my dad in fourteen years,” I replied softly and I could see from the corner of my eye that he stopped cleaning.

“My apologies.. And condolences,” he replied genuinely and I finished the rest of my drink.


He stepped back over and took out another glass, scooping a few ice cubes into it and he poured me another drink as well as himself, putting the bottle back down and he held up his glass. I looked up to him and he held a smile, “To being alone on Thanksgiving.. For the better or for the worse, let the liquor decide if it’s a blessing or a curse,” he said with a forced chuckle and I smirked, picking up my glass as well and we cheered one another before both taking a sip and he barely flinched as my eyes winced a little from the strong taste. 


“..What’s your name?” I asked, watching him lean against the counter holding his glass.

“Isaiah. It’s nice to meet you, Oliver,” he replied and I nodded in agreement, watching him take another sip and setting the glass down by mine. “It’s always hard losing parents. The last time I saw mine, they were signing divorce papers. My mom then went back to Japan and my dad is the manager of some bullshit, un-popular company that no one even knows or probably cares about. Work seems to be the only thing that drives them. It’s been a few years since I’ve spoken to either of them, and even those were only about five-minute phone calls,” he confessed and my expression went slightly remorseful, “So, I know how it feels, but.. That’s nothing compared to what you’ve probably been through, huh?” He continued and I didn’t reply, looking down at my glass. “I’m sorry, I’m overstepping my bounds,” he added and I shook my head.

“No.. It’s fine.. I’m just not used to talking about it with someone that isn’t my cousin or sister,” I replied, taking another sip of my drink and I looked up to him.


“Well, don’t feel obligated to tell me anything, though bartenders tend to hear some pretty crazy stories every now and then, I’m pretty immune to mostly everything now,” he answered with a chuckle and I smirked.

“How long have you been a bartender?” I asked, watching him calculate the amount of time in his head and he picked up his glass as he thought.

“Twelve years,” he replied and I made a slightly impressed expression.

“Really? Is this a good career to be in? Well.. It must be, seeing as you’ve been doing it for so long,” I wondered.


“If you get a job where you’re drinking whiskey as old as you, in a place like this that charges twenty dollars for a whiskey on the rocks, then you can imagine the tips I have the potential of receiving,” he explained with a grin and my eyes widened a little as I looked down at my glass.

“Wow.. Uhm..” I didn’t really know what to say, but he chuckled and I looked back up to him, “I-I have money, really-”

“Don’t worry about the tab. Here, once the owner drinks with you, it’s on them,” he replied, cheering my glass once more and he took another sip before placing it down. I smiled softly, appreciating him showing me such hospitality and with no lack of generosity, but now realizing he was the owner, I supposed he could do whatever he wanted to here.


“Thank you,” I replied, looking back up to him and he smiled in return.

“Don’t mention it,” he answered, both of our attention then going to the staircase and a woman came downstairs by the bar.

“The kitchen’s clean and the back is locked up, do you-” She began, but stopped when she noticed me, “Should I stay?” She asked and Isaiah shook his head.

“No, I got this. Go home,” he replied politely and she smiled.

“Alright, thank you, sir.. Happy Thanksgiving,” she answered.

“Yeah, you, too,” he replied and she walked through the bar and put her coat on, leaving us alone once again and I looked up to Isaiah.


“I can leave if you want to close, it’s okay, really.. You probably want to get home anyways..” I began to stand and he stopped me.

“No, no.. Don’t worry about it. I don’t have any plans and I’m sure you don’t want to be forced to go home yet.. Am I right?” He asked and I smirked, taking my seat once more and he chuckled, “That’s what I thought,” he continued with a smile and he topped off my drink as well as his own. “So, what do you do for fun, Oliver? What do you like?” He asked, picking up his glass and holding it as he waited for my reply to the casual conversation.

“Well, uh..” I thought for a moment, the liquor already making me a little more talkative than I’d normally be, “I like swimming.. I like sushi a lot, too, I could eat that every day of my life, if I could..” I replied and he chuckled, nodding in agreement to my words, “I also like studying.. I don’t mind school, believe it or not,” I continued and he grew interested.

“Oh, so you attend the college here? I heard that it’s hard to get into.. What are you studying to be?”

“General Surgeon,” I replied and he raised his brows.

“Impressive,” he complimented and I smirked, looking back down at my glass and taking another sip of the liquor, “When do you start Residency?”

“Next August,” I replied and he continued his acknowledgment of a nod, keeping my smirk as I then looked down to my glass.


In the ten minutes that I had been here, I finally begun to feel what I had known to expect from drinking four glasses of whiskey on the rocks, but I wasn’t to the point of dizzy or disorientated yet, just more calm and relaxed, and definitely more talkative than I normally am.. I was surprised when I realized that I haven’t thought about what’s going on in my life for a little while and I enjoyed being able to ignore it, or at least able to tolerate it the more whiskey I consumed.  “Feeling okay?” Isaiah wondered and I looked up to him, smirking as I nodded and he seemed glad by my answer, “Good.”

“Thank you..” I began, watching as his expression went curious and I continued, “For staying open for me.. You can still go home whenever you’d like to, I know I’d hate to be at work knowing I could go home but there’s a straggler keeping that from happening..” I said remorsefully but I watched as he brushed it off like it was nothing.

“Nah.. Not when it’s good company.. Besides, like I said, no plans tonight,” he replied and I smiled appreciatively as he took another sip of his drink and set it down, walking back over towards the middle of the bar and he finished cleaning the last of the dirty glasses he had.


“What are you doing after you leave here?” Isaiah wondered as I continued to hold my glass.

“I was just, uh.. Going to get a room at the motel down the street. Catch a cab home in the morning,” I explained and I looked over towards him, “Do you live in town?” I asked.

“Yeah, just moved into town two weeks ago, actually.. Been too busy to explore the town because I’ve been here every day. I live up on Queens Street in the condominiums,” he replied and I was a little surprised.

“Oh, those are nice.. Where’d you move from?”

“A big city. I lived smack dab in the middle of it all,” he replied with a smirk.

“What made you move here?” I wondered next.

“I came here once when I was in my teens, just passed through, though.. I liked it, never really forgot it. Besides, too many crappy memories in the city. I thought it was time for something a little simpler.. Something new,” he answered, “Plus, this location was too good to pass up and it was in the town that I had always wanted to come back to.. Kind of a perfect coincidence, huh?” He said with a chuckle and I smiled.


I finally finished my fifth glass of whiskey and it had become easier to drink, though it was getting a little harder to focus now with how much I had drank in such a short time. I shut my eyes for a quick second, but they opened suddenly when Isaiah got my attention and he was standing in front of me instead of by the glasses he was cleaning, “Seems you’ve had enough, Oliver,” he said with a grin and I was a little embarrassed, hanging my head.

“I didn’t doze off, did I?” I asked and he laughed softly.

“I’d call it more so ‘getting lost in thought’,” he replied, “But, I don’t blame you, you’ve drank a lot in only about fifteen minutes.. I’m about to close up, though, do you want me to walk you to the motel, or do you think you can manage?” He wondered and I shook my head.

“No, don’t worry about it.. I-I got it..” I stuttered a little.


I stood slowly from the stool, getting to my feet and I caught myself on the chair, losing my balance only a little and I leaned onto it, “You sure? You seem a little wobbly..” He pointed out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, I just got up too fast.. Thanks again for the drinks, I really appreciate it..” I replied, using the chair as leverage and then met the counter. I guess I didn’t realize how much I had drank until I was forced to stand up.. I hate being such a lightweight.

“Alright, hold on.. I’m locking up, anyways, I’ll at least walk with you outside,” he insisted and I brought my hand to my forehead, rubbing it calmly as I waited for Isaiah and I could feel myself beginning to sway a little. I watched as the bar went dark from Isaiah turning the lights off and he walked out from behind the bar.


Isaiah then walked up to me and he placed his hand on my back, leading me to the door and making sure I didn’t fall over, but somehow I managed to walk to the door without too much of his help and I stepped outside after he had opened the door for me. I listened to him lock the bar and I felt his hand on my back again, leading me down the few small steps towards the sidewalk and the road and he stopped, “You know which way you’re going?” He asked.

“If I said no, would you be of any help?” I asked with a chuckle, remembering he was new here in town and he laughed softly.

“I guess not..” He replied, hesitating a moment and I watched as his hand played with something in his pocket.


He then removed his hand from within his pocket and looked at a piece of paper he held, then slowly he offered it towards me, “That could change, though, if you’d be open to maybe showing me around sometime.. Maybe be my own personal tour guide for a day. I’ve done nothing but work since I got here, and the only route I know is from my place to here and back, and you seem like you know your way around,” he said with a humorous smirk and I looked down at the piece of paper, his question forcing me to focus a little harder through my buzzed state and I reached up, taking the paper from him that I knew his phone number was written on.


“Y-Yeah, sure.. I think I could do that,” I replied, placing the folded paper within my jacket pocket and I backed away while trying to hide a grin with my hair from Isaiah’s gesture, unsure what this meant exactly or if he really just did want someone who knew the town to show him around, but, I was thinking way too much into it.. It seemed innocent enough, though.

“It was nice meeting you, Oliver,” he continued and I nodded.

“Likewise,” I replied, soon turning around and I began my slow walk towards the motel not far down the street that I had planned on staying at. 


I placed my hands within my pockets as I walked, keeping my eyes to the road covered in a thin layer of snow and I could still feel how buzzed I was, but I was glad I had stopped before I had gotten drunk, or at least, I was glad that Isaiah had cut me off.. The cold helped a lot in an attempt to sober me up and I didn’t mind the short, quiet walk I had all to myself. My fingertips played with the piece of paper within my pocket, trying to think of when Isaiah had written it, but I assumed he must’ve done it when I had closed my eyes for a few minutes.. Why didn’t he just give it to me then, or even before that? I enjoyed talking with him, he never pried into my business and he was never rude. I appreciated that.. But, that’s what all bartenders do, they make you feel welcome and put up with the bullshit you have to say, but it’s usually just to get a good tip and I didn’t even have a tab to pay for thanks to him.. If anything, it was the other way around, and he paid to listen to me. I guess I had at least one thing to be thankful for on his Holiday.


I finally reached the motel just down the block and I checked in, using a credit card to pay for it and I got the key to my room, leaving the small lobby and walking back outside to find my room. I reached my door and went inside the quiet and desolate cube, the door locking behind me when it shut and I looked around, liking that it was a little nicer than most motels thanks to the town I resided in and I knew I at least was going to sleep on clean sheets. I removed my coat as I staggered a little towards the bed, letting it drop to the floor and I fell down, my stomach meeting the mattress and I let out a long, heavy sigh as my arm hung off the side. My head spun a little as I lie there on the pillow and I shut my eyes, but that seemed to only make it worse. 


I turned over to my back, my eyelids lifting slowly and I stared at a painting on the wall that seemed to be swirling around, but only a little. I knew I wasn’t drunk, but wow, had it been a long time since I’ve drank this much. What was good was that I barely thought of my Uncle or Jody at the bar thanks to Isaiah keeping my mind off of it, but now that I was alone, everything came rushing back and I felt as if I didn’t even have a second of solace all night, like the whole time I was at the bar didn’t even happen and there was no point to me even going there.. It was stupid of me to think that I could forget everything that’s bothering me with a few shots of liquid courage, but I felt it was also stupid of me not to at least try and forget it so I could maybe find some happiness for once. 


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