OLIVIA'S POV
The moment my eyes opened I got up and bolted towards the door.
My mother's screams filled the house.
I tripped over my own feet as I turned the corner.
I panted, tears blurring my vision.
I need to help her. Nobody else was gonna help, they never helped.
"I swear I didn't talk to him." She cried.
I got up and continued down the long corridor.
The sound of fists hitting flesh and her cries echoed through the house.
My mother was sprawled on the floor, she was bloody.
"You are a fucking liar! I'm gonna fucking kill you today you lying bitch." He looked around and picked up the flower vase on the table.
"Dad stop, please!" I yelled, throwing myself ontop of my mother.
His eyes widened and he threw the vase against the wall.
I flinched as the shards fell to the ground.
My mother sobbed below me.
"You disrespectful little shit!" He growled his fist connecting with my shoulder.
I gasped as I woke up.
I panted looking around the room.
My breathing slowed as I realized that it was just a dream.
I ran my hands over my face.
I looked at the clock and it was just after 5am.
I sluggishly got off my bed and walked towards the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror, the bruises on my face were starting to heal a little.
The face that was staring back at me was my mother.
Same brown eyes, sharp nose, high cheek bones and bruises.
I sniffled my heart clenching.
I sighed looking away. I stripped off all my clothes and entered the shower cubicle.
As soon as I finished dressing up, I walked out of my room and went down to the kitchen.
Was I gonna end up like my mother?
The image of her body flashed in my mind.
I shook my head and continued cleaning up.
By the time I finished cleaning up the house it was almost 7am. Lucien probably wasn't up yet.
I began making breakfast.
The dream from earlier kept bothering me, it had been a while since I had these nightmares.
Why now? Why were they coming back?
"Morning." Lucien's voice startled me out of my thoughts.
I turned my head in his direction, he stood there shirtless with only his pajama pants on. He was also barefoot.
I gulped.
"Good morning mr.." the look on his face made me change, "Lucien."
He moved closer and put his hands around my waist.
A gasp slipped past my lips. His scent filled my nostrils.
"Don't be so tense. Relax." He nuzzled my neck.
"Y-yes." I stuttered.
How could I relax when he was so close to me.
"What are you making?" He purred, rubbing his cheek against mine.
"S-smoked salmon omelets and toast." I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Sounds delicious," he nibbled my ear.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
"But do you know what else is more delicious than that?" He whispered.
I shook my head.
Did he want something else.
My heart dropped. If he didn't like what I made, was he gonna hit me again?
My body flinched and my hands involuntarily trembled.
"You." He kissed the side of my face and moved away.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself.
Me?
My cheeks began heating up as I realized what he meant.
He let out a low chuckle.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't go to work."
He won't go to work, my heart thumped so loud in my chest I was afraid he could hear it.
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"Get ready, we're going out." Lucien announced right after breakfast.
Uneasiness filled my chest.
Going out to where and why?
Why was he suddenly…..so nice?
I wanted to ask that but I bit my tongue and just nodded my head.
I cleared up the dishes and washed them.
As soon as I finished my feet carried me upstairs to change.
The moment I stepped downstairs Lucien sucked in a sharp breath.
Why?
I looked at myself, was I not dressed properly?
But I'd looked at myself in the mirror multiple times and I saw nothing wrong, but then again Lucien always knew better than me.
"You look pretty." He complimented.
I bit my lip, heat rushing up my neck.
He was complimenting me.
I was doing somersaults in my head.
He called me pretty,me!!
"Thank you." I blushed.
He let out a low chuckle and patted the top of my head.
OH MY GOODNESS!
I was gonna die from diabetes if he kept being so sweet.
"Let's go." He said while heading to the garage door.
I walked behind him, a grin on my face.
I wish it could be like this everyday.
"Stay still." He commanded before he reached up, pulled the seat belt down and put it on for me.
What am I supposed to do when he's being so nice to me?
How could I ever not fall for him?
"T-thank you." I whispered.
"You're welcome." He replied without looking at me.
He fixed his own seat belt and we were off to a place only he knew.
He hadn't told me where we were going and I hadn't asked either.
I hope I was dressed properly.
I wore a knee length dress. It was blue with white polka dots and white sandals. I let my hair fall freely.
I probably was, right?
Lucien was clad in black formal pants with a checkered shirt and a brown vest under. I only knew about the vest because he had a few buttons open.
He looked so good.
I wish I could tell him as easily as he told me but every time I tried the words would get stuck in my throat.
The drive was long, none of us said anything, the only thing that filled the car was music.
Every once in a while Lucien would bop his head or tap the steering wheel.
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He was an angel. Even after everything he still felt like one.