Olivia Wallace pulled on her leather jacket before rounding the bar, she met her best friend, Sophie, on the other.

“Alright Benny, we’re headed out.” Olivia said as she turned around to look at him.

Benny, Olivia and Sophie’s boss, as well as friend of the Wallace family, gave the women a distracted wave.

“Alright ladies.Thanks again, drive safe.” He called out, never looking up from his notepad.

After yelling back a ‘will do’ the women linked their arms together and made their way out of the bar. Then, as Sophie and Olivia headed to the parking lot, Olivia yawed.

“I can’t wait to get home, shower, drink an entire bottle of wine, and pass out.” Olivia said, leaning against her best friend.

“Amen to that. I don’t think I’ll even leave my bed at all this weekend.” Sophie laughed as the women reached their cars.

Unlinking their arms, Olivia and Sophie headed over to the respected cars.

“Text me when you get home.” Olivia said unlocking her car.

“Will do. Love you.” Sophie said as she pulled her door open.

“Love you too!” Olivia said back.

After ducking down into their cars, both women cranked their engines to life before pulling out of their spots. When they reached the exit of the parking lot, the women honked at one another before Sophie made a right while Olivia turned to the left.

Riding through the back roads of Richmen, Olivia hummed along to the country song pumping through her speakers. From Benny’s to her house was about a ten minute drive. Usually Olivia made it home with no trouble. But today she was feeling rather tried. So, pulling over, she pulled out her phone and called her older sister, Scarlet. Scarlet picked up on the first ring.

“Is everything okay?” Scarlett asked instantly.

‘What a worry wart.’ Olivia thought, chuckling to herself.

Scarlett was only five years older than Olivia, but with a runaway mother, and an alcoholic for a father, Scarlet had to grow up rather quickly to give her baby sister even the smallest resemblance of a childhood.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just a little tried and wanted to know if I could stop by for a quick nap before going home.” Olivia explained.

Scarlett let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. Yeah, want me to heat you up some of last’s nights dinner? We had lasagna.” Scarlett said.

“Lasagna sounds incredible.” Olivia said.

After about five minutes, Olivia pulled into her sister’s driveway and parked next to her sister’s truck. Then, making her way into the house, she found her sister seated at her dinning room table, a look of remorse on the older woman’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked, as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

Scarlet bit her bottom lip.

“Travis never showed.” Scarlett said, causing Olivia to deflate in her seat.

All week her son, Frankie, had been going on and on about how excited he was to finally get to see his father.

“Did Travis at least call?” Olivia asked.

Scarlet shook her head.

‘Of course he didn’t’ Olivia thought to herself.

“Is Frankie still awake?” Olivia asked.

Despite it being way past Frankie’s bed time, he usually stayed up quiet late when waiting on his father.

“No. He’s out cold in Penelope’s room.” Said Scarlet.

Pulling her sister inside, Scarlet led them over to the couch where she flopped down, pulling Olivia down with her.

“My poor baby.” Olivia said, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder.

“Did Frankie say anything?” Olivia asked.

Scarlet stiffened, causing Olivia to lift her head and looked at her sister.

“Scar, what did he say?” The younger women asked.

Scarlet huffed before looking straight ahead.

“He asked me how Travis could keep forgetting about him all the time.” Scarlett said.

Olivia frowned, her heart breaking for her son. Frankie was the most thoughtful, kind hearted, loving boy ever and the man that helped to make him couldn’t seem to give a damn about him.

Since freshmen year of high school, Travis and Olivia were an on again off again couple. Then, when senior year rolled around, Olivia got pregnant and Travis told her he wanted to get serious about her and their family. But apparently Travis’ definition of ‘serious’ didn’t include monogamy.

Rising up, Olivia attempted tp stand when Scarlet pulled her back down.

“Liv, he’s sleeping.” The older woman said.

Falling back down against her sister, the younger woman closed her eyes.

“What kind of parent can so easily forget about their kids?” Olivia asked rhetorically.

“Mom and dad.” Scarlett said, not missing a beat.

The words was like a knife to the chest for both women. The sisters hardly ever talked about their childhood, and on the rear occasions that they did, they avoided the any and all discussions about their parents like it was their job. For the women, their younger years were something both women worked hard to forget.

“Well I’m beat. I’m gonna head to the guest room.” Olivia said after lying with Scarlet for a while longer.

“Night.” Scarlet said as she grabbed the remote for the TV.

Making her way upstairs, Olivia headed to Penelope’s room and slowly opened the door. Curled up with his stuffed tiger, Frankie slept peacefully on the extra bed Scarlet kept in Penelope’s room for when Frankie slept over.

Leaning against the door frame, Olivia took a moment to admire her baby boy. Olivia wasn’t a very prideful person, but there was something about Frankie and the way he saw her that made Olivia like she could do anything; That’s probably where she got the strength and energy to work a double shift and then only sleep for a few hours before waking up and going to school.

Not wanting to wake her son, she slipped out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her. The second the door was closed, her phone went off, causing her to rush down the hall to avoid waking Frankie and Penelope.

After making it to the end of the hall, she looked down at her phone to see that it was Travis calling. Accepting the call, she pressed the phone to her ear and was met with loud music along with hoots and hollers in the background.

“Hey Liv, can you tell the little man I’m not gonna be able to make it!” Travis slurred into the phone.

Olivia rolled her eyes; of course he was drunk.

“Travis, Frankie has been looking forward to seeing you all week. You could have at least called earlier instead of making him wait all damn day?” She hissed into the phone.

Travis always did this. Frankie would spend all day waiting and waiting and Travis never showed. Then, hours later, Travis would call with some bullshit excuse and take Frankie out on a quick outing and then the cycle would just repeat.

“Damn Liv, why do you always gotta be such a bitch?! I forgot, I’m sorry. You act like you’ve never forgotten anything in your life.” He spat into the phone.

“You forgot?! You always fucking forget! Damn it Travis when are you gonna-“

Feeling herself getting far too worked up, Olivia took a deep breath, held it fort a moment and exhaled.

“You know what Travis? That’s fine.” She said with finality.

Before he could get another word in, Olivia ended the call. Then, making her way into the guest bedroom, she dropped her phone onto the nightstand before face planting into the bed. Crawling under the covers, she closed her eyes and fought back the tears; she would NOT cry over that ass hat. She’d had already shedded nine long years worth of tears over him, and he wasn’t worth it then and most certainly not worth it now. But as she hugged her pillow tight, the ache in her chest caused the poorly constructed dam to crumple like paper. Sobbing Olivia held onto the pillow and cursed her teenage self for being so young and dumb.

Somewhere between the first tear fall and falling asleep, Olivia felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Finding comfort in the arms, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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