Chapter 10

Rosalie's POV

When I find out who hurt Olivia I'm gonna kill them. Who could hurt such a sweet, innocent girl. I'm still quite flabbergasted that she spoke to me. I didn't wanna ask why she didn't speak to me or other people.

I could tell she was selectively mute. And selectively mute people have their reasons why they are. Most of it is because of abuse at home or because of bullying.

So I just need to find out if she's one of them, or both.

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It's now Sunday, Olivia has slept for two days. I guess she needed it. While she slept in my bed, I decided to sit on my chaise lounge that faces towards the bed, across from her, to keep an eye on her while I researched her father. So far it's not looking pretty.

I wanted to wait and ask Olivia myself for what happened to her, but I got antsy sitting around waiting for her wake up. I had to find out myself, just in case she would lie to me.

Her fathers name is Donald Parkins. Before Olivia or her sister was born, her father was in jail for drunken disorderly, rape and abuse. The person who bailed him out was his mother. Olivia's grandmother. What a stupid Bitch.

If I had a son that done that, I would've let him rot. If I was his mother I would've felt like I failed at raising him.

Her father is the only person I can think of that would hurt her like that. Sure her bullies are assholes, but their too pathetic to do something as bad as that.

Just as I shut my laptop I hear a cute little yawn come from my bed. I look up to the source of the yawn and see Olivia rubbing her eyes with her small fits, looking cute as hell.

She yawns again but halfway through it she hiccups. Her eyes go wide like saucers, shocked at the intrusion of her yawn. I hold my laugh in, not wanting to embarrass her. She looks so fucking cute right now it's shocking.

Usually when people wake up they look dreadful, but Olivia looks adorable. How can that be? Am I in love? It would explain it. How have I fallen this quickly? Maybe she's the one?

Her second hiccup brings me out of my thoughts and I stand up from my position on the couch and walk around the bed to my nightstand. I grab the cup of water I put there for her an hour ago for when she wakes up and hand it to her.

"Here, drink this. It should stop the hiccups." I say in a soft voice while she takes the cup of water from my hand. She nods and immediately puts the edge of the cup between her lips. As I sit on the edge of the bed, she chugs down the water like she's been starved for it for days.

Once she's done, she hands it back to me and I put it back on the nightstand. I turn back to her and she squeaks out a soft "Thank you."

"No worries beautiful." I reply, as her cheeks turn a shade of pink from my term of endearment. "How does your back feel?"

"Still very sore but it hurts a little less, enough for me to sit up." She replies. I nod at her answer. I wish she wasn't sore or hurt at all. I wish I could take her pain away.

"Olivia?." I say gaining her attention that was previously on the duvet that she's holding.

"Yea?" She asks.

"I'm sorry but, whoever hurt you is gonna pay for it with his or her life." I state at her bluntly.

Her eyes go wide again, then gulps loudly.

You better hope it ain't you Donald, because if it is, I'm coming for you.

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