My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 4

Olivia POV

I'm not even sure how long I lay on the floor of the bathroom after I cried myself to sleep. Pushing myself up and trying to stretch out my muscles, I try not to think about the ache in my chest. I move to the shower and turn it on as hot as I can tolerate. Stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the spray, I can't keep my mind from replaying Xavier's words. In my heart I knew that nothing was going to bring my family back together, but I never expected my mom to marry him three days after she divorced my father. 

Pushing the thoughts of my f**ked up life away for now, I scrub myself.  Letting the water soothe my aching muscles, I focus on what I need to do to survive the next six months. I step out and wrap myself in a fluffy blue towel. I move to the door, placing my ear against it. The room is quiet. I pray that no one is out there as I push the door open. My steps falter when I see Rebecca sitting on my bed. 

"Why are you in my room," I snap at her. I see hurt flash in her eyes. This girl didn't do anything to me and it's not fair of me to be hurtful to her. "I'm sorry Rebecca. You don't deserve my anger. I just really want to be alone." She stands from the bed and takes two steps toward me. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have barged in here even if I just wanted to check on you. I heard the Alpha and Luna yelling at each other and I knew it was about you," she says. 

"Can I ask you a question, Rebecca?" "Absolutely" she says with a sincere smile. In any other circumstances, I think we could be good friends. "I heard Xavier call himself the Alpha and my mother call herself the Luna. Now you just called them that. Why?" She looks startled by my question. She goes to open her mouth, but a knock interrupts her before she can answer. I make no move to open the door, and I'm grateful when Rebecca doesn't either. 

A few seconds later there is another knock before Connor's voice breaks the silence. "Olivia, I know you're in there. We really need to talk. I know you're upset about mom marrying Xavier, but once you know everything you'll understand," he says. Anger bubbles to the surface as I move to the door. I throw it open not caring I'm still in a towel. "F**k you, Connor." Rebecca gasps from behind me. "Just because you replaced our father doesn't mean I have to accept a thing about this situation." 

"This is the last time I'm going to tell you. I no longer have a brother or a mother. I am a prisoner here until I turn eighteen. I'll be perfectly happy to sit my a** in this room and never come out until the day I can leave. Do not try to talk to me again. Forget that I exist." I turn back to Rebecca. "Rebecca, I would really like to get dressed for bed and spend the rest of the night alone. Maybe we can talk another time when I'm not feeling so volatile." 

"Of course," she says, and I expect her to head to the door, but instead she walks toward me and wraps me in a hug. I stiffen at first but then relax. I don't return the hug, but I don't push her away. When she releases me, she turns walking to the door. Connor's eyes meet mine. "No matter how you feel about me, Olivia, I still love you," he says. I make my way over and close the door without responding. Locking it, I lean against the door and take a deep breath. 

After I few seconds, I move to the only door in the room I haven't tried. I assume it's a closet. When I push it open, my mouth gapes open. It is stocked full of clothes. As I move closer to them, I realize they all still have tags on them. Anger immediately bubbles up inside me. If he thinks buying me sh*t will change how I feel it won't. I move back out of the closet and over to a large dresser. The drawers are full of underwear, panties, and pajamas. I grab a pajama set and drop my towel to the floor. 

I have no choice but to use the clothes but if Xavier thinks things will soften me he is sadly mistaken. I grab the towel and throw it in the hamper in the corner of the room. As I make my way to the bed a wave of exhaustion washes over me. I slide under the cool sheets and grab the phone from the nightstand. It rings twice before my dad answers. "Oli girl" he says his words slurring. "Dad, are you alright?" "I'm fine sweetheart. Just had a little to much to drink. I love you Oli girl" he says. 

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