Chapter 11

I've been living in LA for a little over a month and it's been really good, hard, but good. The boys have been amazing, Jack, Daniel, and Corbyn have been determined to keep my mind off my family whenever they have the chance. Jonah (my therapist) is always making sure I am good and bringing me food and drinks (mostly coffee). Zach has been the best. He's being so understanding and is talking when I need to be talked to, listening when I need to rant, and best of all distracting when I need distracting. I have needed a lot of distractions, in other words we have been having a lot of sex.

Even with all the boys trying to distract me at all hours of the day it has still been really hard. I mean she is the one who gave birth to me yet she could so easily push me like that. It was getting easier until it hit me that Christmas was a week a way I mean I knew it was and I got all my Christmas shopping done, but I guess I never processed it. Zach and I are going over to his parents house. I'm excited to meet them, since I never have, we talked on the phone a few times but we've never met in person. I'm also incredibly nervous and not just cause I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents, but also because I'm 18, not out of high school, and ran away from home.

Today is Christmas and Zach and I are getting ready to head over to his parents house. I decided to where a black sweater that showed a sliver of my stomach, a pair of plaid plants that are rolled at the bottom, a black belt, and my Doc Martins. I checked my outfit out to make sure everything was good and meeting parents appropriate. I turn to the side and see my stomach has grown just a tiny bit, I guess I gained a little weight or maybe I'm bloated.

"What if they hate me?" I ask walking out of the bathroom. As he started to talk I crawled on his lap starting to straddle him.

"They are not going to hate you, you have talked to them like hundred times on the phone and they love you," he reassures for the hundredth time today, wrapping his arms around me and holding tight.

"They probably think I'm terrible for you because I moved in with you before I graduated high school," I whine into his neck.

"Princess is that what you think?"

"I mean... kinda. I feel like I am holding you back or something," I say pulling away from him a little.

"You aren't and they are not going to think that," he says sternly.

"Ok," I say not believing him entirely.

The car ride is completely silent, me overthinking the entire time. I was so in my own head that I didn't notice us park or him getting out and walking around the car to open my car door. "Princess? We are here," he informs me.

"Ok," I say nervously.

He grabs my hand and walks me to the door, "I promise they are going to love you," he says before opening the front door and walking in.

"Mom, Dad, we are here," he calls.

"Zach," Reese says running up to Zach and hugging him.

"Reese," he cheers letting go of my hand and hugging her.

After they let go she turns to me, "Olivia," she cheers again hugging me as well.

"Hi Reese," I giggle slightly, hugging back.

"You look beautiful," she compliments.

"Thank you".

"Zach, honey, I am in the kitchen," Myta calls.

We make our way to the kitchen, Reese disappearing to wherever she came from. "Hi, mom," Zach greets.

"Hi sweetly, hi Olivia," she smiles.

"Hi Mrs. Herron," I say happily, nervous mostly leaving my body from her warm greeting.

"Olivia how many times do I have to tell you call me Myta," she playfully scolds.

"Sorry," I chuckle.

"Zach, your here, come here I want to show you something," Ryan calls coming into the kitchen and pulling a laughing Zach out.

After their gone I work up the courage and say, "Myta, may I talk to you about something?"

"Of course sweetheart," she says walking over to me.

"So Zach told you about everything?" She nods. "I know what it must look like, I mean, I am only 18, I'm not even out of high school yet, and I run away from home. I don't know how much Zach has told you about what happened but basically my mom made me choose between them and him. I chose him, sort of. You see I have never belonged in my family and it always hurt so bad knowing that. So when I chose him I was also choosing myself as well. Choosing to get away form all that pain. And the fact that Zach has money probably does not help but let me assure you I don't care that he has money. I am truly in love with your son and I never want to not have him in my life," I ramble tearing up a bit.

"Olivia you are right this is not the ideal situation and if it was any other person I would disapprove of this whole situation but I see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. You guys are soulmates and I don't really believe in soulmates so that's a lot coming from me," she tells me before bringing me into a tight hug.

"Thank you," I say wiping a stray tear off my cheek.