Olivia's Game

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1: Cranberry juice 🍒🍒

I am done for.

Completely done for!

There is no way I am going to survive this, going to wiggle my way out of this situation like the many others I've slipped through. Even my well of ingenious lies has gone dry -and believe me if lying was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist, I'm that good at lying. But even my lies were not going to get me out of this. Nothing was.

Never did I ever think something like this could ever happen to me.

Vague much?!

Now I bet you're wondering what exactly is this dooming "situation" that I've gotten yourself into Olivia? And I'm going to tell you, but first I want to make one thing clear -my love for s*x isn't to blame. My appetite for good, hard d**k isn't anything beyond that of a normal sexually active teenager. I wasn't chasing a good f**k -initially. I am not a nymphomaniac, not by any means or definition. I was just playing a little game of "i dare you to", so how did I land myself in this predicament? I don't know.

"I'm gonna need you to repeat yourself ma'am,"the male paramedic spoke up, snapping me back to reality -to a very, very, very humiliating reality, "what did you say happened, again?"

"Ahhmm.." i could already tell by the way he was eyeing me incredulously that he wasn't going to believe a single word that would leave my mouth -so I did the most logical thing, what I know best - I began wailing and sobbing tremendously, giving the chubby fellow and his little companions, no space to interject.

There was no use though; my Oscar deserving performance wasn't going to buy me much time to think or miraculously make all these go away -the chickens were going to come home to the roost, sooner rather than later.

I am doomed I tell ya, doomed.

Oh well. Seeing as I have a date with Lucifer tonight, I might as well confess my sins and hope that red little wanker will take it easy on me. Grab a sit and get comfortable, because this tale, is going to take a while folks.

May 17th. I'll never forget that damming Friday, the day it all started. A pretty day, with hideous results.

♤One month, five days, 13 hours and 20 minutes ago♤

"You say, come over to me my little baby… fine you are, gorgeous little creature..." I enthusiastically, loudly, ugly sang along to my girl Harley.

My darling friend and roommate, Mia, walking in and joining me in a less than disgraceful dance and singing with me. "Luscious pretty skin that I could lick, you put a little dance to my manly stick. What the f**k? He thinks I'm pretty, pouty little Angel, oh that's only the skin I'm wearing…come a little closer and let me devour you, lick my skin and taste sin, fire ignites FEEEDDDDDDDD THEEEE DEVILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.. within…”

"We're such baboons." Mia laughed, throwing herself on the single bed.

I was in a good mood, she was in a good mood, everyone was in a good mood, why? -Because finally, after frying our brains and working our asses off for eight months -it was spring break, an entire month and a half of not seeing those grumpy, shabby, balding lecturers. I swear to y'all, all the lecturers here should be pensioners, sitting in an old-age home competing for who shouts "bingo" the loudest or fighting for the bed-pan. It's almost as if when vacancies are advertised the main requirements are; (*insert Ad man voice*) are you old? Have countable hairs? Bitter to the core because you were born in the undesirable generation of the First World War? Have the most horrible fashion sense? Can knock out a room of hormone -fuelled teenagers in two seconds of talking? Then Winclair Brooke University is looking for you!!

"I never thought I'd be so excited to go home." Mia rolled off the bed and began taking out her clothes from the wardrobe, packing up her suitcase just as I had been doing for the past hour.

"Neither did I… but bloody Hell I can't wait to get out of here! I miss having someone to cook for me," I pulled up my shirt and stared down at my belly, which had gained some very unwanted fat deposits over the last eight months, "I'll even have a chance to lose this belly before Stephen's pool party."

Mia appeared to be very surprised to hear those words,"I thought you weren't going, what made you change your mind?"

"I heard nearly everyone will be there and i did not want to miss out." I lied. It comes naturally to me. Just like breathing. Even in situations that don't call for it. I could've just been honest and told her that I'd never been to such a party and yearned for the experience..but why would I say something that fits me as pathetic and lowers me on the prestigious social rank?

"I wasn't really going to go, but since you're going, I'm definently going.. I mean free food and booze, who'd say no to that?"

I slowly nodded my head. "Ahh..free food and booze," my face alone screamed "b***h who you think you're fooling?' "We both know the only reason you're going to the party of your sworn enemy, is because Hast will be there."

The mere mention of the boy's name had Mia smiling like a f*****g Cheshire cat. "Okay fine...you know I've been wanting me some of that since I laid my unholy eyes on him -"

"And he rescued you from giving the floor a nice, big smooch." I completed her sentence, rolling my eyes.

Ahhhh.. Hastings Dread ( yeah, I know, perfect surname for a perfect prick) oh how I despise his cocky ass..oh how I wish someone would knock the little brat off his high horse one of these days. His entire existence, how he thinks he's the coolest thing since Antarctica, bothers my soul. I honestly don't see what it is Mia sees in that boy - it must be microscopic.

"Mia if you jump that, know that you and I will no longer be friends." I told her, making that pretty face frown.

"Seriously though Livy, i don't get why you don't like the guy so much, the dude is a stud."

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, a clink came from my phone, notifying me that I had a message - saved by the bell indeed! My list of dislikes was never going to end, I was gonna give her an earful and a little something for the road.

"My dad is here." I beamed, quickly typing a "be down in five" and sending -another lie, before I hastily finished up packing. I really missed home, my fam, even my annoying, hyper lil rascals of siblings Theo and Riley, believe it or not.

"I can't believe I won't be seeing you for three weeks or getting woken up by that ugl, troll snoring in the middle of the night because I think a bear's broken in." Mia nudged my arm playfully before squeezing me in a tight hug. I really was going to miss the b***h and I can't exactly pop up at her front door whenever i like, seeing as we live a whole five hours apart.

"I'm going to miss you, you little bitch." Mia gave me one final squeeze and offered to help me with my luggage. Such a lovely pal.

We found my dad already awaiting us outside his car for probably half an hour now, but still, a big smile spread across his face when he finally spotted us.

“Damn..” I heard Mia gush under her breath. I didn't pay much mind to that.

I ran into my dad's arms like a little girl. I can be a little dramatic. After greeting as well as saying his good-byes to Mia, who kept pointing out that he looked “brand new, just grand.” my dad placed my two suitcases in the car and we got on our way.

A two hour drive. Which was as enjoyable as it could be. My dad and I are close, not as close as close can be, but still close -there is still a lot he doesn't know about me. I mean, there are plenty of things that a 19 year old and her 45 year old father should simply not discuss. Nevertheless, we always have great banter, my father is a very chatty person when given the opportunity and we both have a particular sense of humor and an almost similar taste in music. I'd like to believe I'm his favorite child… human being even. I don't settle for being number two at all.

"Your Gran has been asking about you non-stop, she's been baking your favorites since the crack of dawn." Did I mention my father is Irish and despite living away from Ireland for almost 30 years, still has a nearly raw accent? It used to amuse me as a child, but i learned to appreciate it as I got older. Foreign accents are very attractive.

"Gran Lilian is such a sweetheart," I gazed at my father with a sheepish smile,"i wonder how I'll break it to her that I'm on a diet now and can't have sugars…I don't want to break an old woman's heart, that'd be absolutely criminal."

I must've turned into somewhat of a comedian because my father sure was cracked up. "You?! On a diet?"

"Why is that so hard to believe, huh?"

"Because mi darling, you are in very committed and faithful relationship with sugars.. I'm sorry to say honey, but you won't last an hour dieting."

"Last an hour dye-ee-tinn." I mocked him inwardly, that little accent could be so derisive sometimes.

"Let's bet on it then." I challenged confidently. My ole man wasn't wrong about my addiction to sugars but that didn't mean he should underestimate the power of a determined woman.

"Sure thing mi darling, any day when I get to beat you, is a good day." Ehhh…why did that just sound so se- gosh my mind is still deeply in the gutter.

My father never sounded more self-assured, it's going to be a pity once I pluck out those feathers, you proud peacock.

Eghhh… pea….cock…

Stop.

Stop it, Olivia!

"That's not going to happen." I affirmed with my head held high.

Time really does fly when you're having fun, two hours never felt so short, looking outside, I couldn't believe we were home already.

"You go in, everyone's waiting for you, I'll bring the bags inside." My father told me and I was soon out of the car.

"Everyone," my mother called out the second I walked in through the door, "Livy's here."

Okay...this was certainly more than I was expecting! I didn't know that "Everyone" meant E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E ;cousins,uncles and aunts!! What's the fuss all about? I have only been gone for eight months- it's not like I just came back from war and they have to throw a big party to thank the gods my head is not decorating some street in Syria or something.

"Oh my little Olivia," gran Lilian shoved through the crowd and rushed over to me faster than I thought her old legs could manage, "ohh my, welcome home sweetie," her little arms wrapped around me, her wrinkled hands brushing my back lovingly for a while before she released me from her embrace,"oh dear look how skinny you are, they were not feeding you well over there," are you kidding me? ," good thing I made you your favorites, I know you must've missed Gran's baking, come, I'll make you some cappuccino with the treats, just the way you like it..we can't afford to have you this lean."

Gran Lilian held onto my hand and dragged me to the kitchen - listening to no feeble objection of mine.

I still haven't told her I plan on eating more clean from now on, my father must probably already be practicing his victory dance and I still have all these relatives to distribute attention to.

This is sure going to be a long day.

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It was well close to midnight when I woke up from my nap.

Ughhhh…morning face, at night! The way my face just swells up when I was sleeping- I'd be a very ugly pregnant woman I imagine.

The welcome gathering was sweet, but anything but short. I was only able to get some alone time in my room after five hours of answering heaps of questions, throwing in a lie here and there just to be inventive, you know, to sound cool, and creatively avoiding getting a brownie stuffed into my mouth - I was exhausted and went lights out as soon as I landed on my bed.

Seeing as bad babits die hard, especially when you're not that serious in your attempt at killing them -my very undisciplined stomach woke me up and demanded to be satisfied with its usually

scheduled midnight snack.

After a quick change of clothes -switching my skinnies and tank top with a baggy shirt I snatched from my father, I discreetly made my way to the kitchen and turned on the lights.

How am I going to survive in such a diet-unfriendly environment? Searching through the fridge, the cupboards, there's not even a fruit or pickle that I can eat - I'm a picky eater, okay and Gran's brownies and cupcakes, that baked cheesecake, macaroons… are constantly in my face, haunting me.

The struggle is indeed real.

Without any other option, I popped a raspberry in my mouth and poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and sipped it in misery while mumbling the catchy rhyme Mia made about the mentioned juice.

"Lips so plump, red as wine"

"Skin so soft, a figure so divine"

"Yet he'd still choose,

To sip on my cranberry juice."

The b***h is so nasty.

Hmmm..You know what...maybe I'll have that brownie after all..just one slice to bid farewell to the love of my life. I can't believe I'm proving that ole goat right....but he doesn't know, now does he?

Turning my head to the kitchen door to ensure the coast was clear, I nearly jumped to the roof when I saw my father standing by the open door - just staring in my direction. Staring at me. He wasn't even aware he'd been noticed due to how heavily fixated his eyes were on my behind.

I have to say..this was rather ehmm...strange.

"Came for a midnight snack, as well?" I decided to speak up and break him out of whatever trance he was in.

Dad jolted up slightly, more embarrassed than a kid who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. It took him a few seconds to shake off his crippling embarrassment.

"I caught ya!" Dad laughed nervously, my poor father could really use a few acting lessons from me, he was failing dismally and avidly advocating for the saying "the guilty are afraid."

"Caught me doing what? Drinking Cranberry juice?" I waved the nearly empty glass in front of him, sticking out a very mocking tongue at him.

"Ya tryna tell me, you just came in here for cranberry juice?"

A smug smile crossed my face as I resumed my leaning on the counter, "Believe it or not." I casually gulped down the rest of the drink, despite my ole man's eyes drilling holes into me.

He was really checking me out. He really was. And he couldn't even help himself. Such a dirty old man, what is he looking at?

Just as I was about to say something, my father cleared his throat and uneasily walked past me and opened the fridge.

Oh good heavens!!

Ohhh f**k! No wonder!

Imagine this combination - me leaning over, in a short shirt, wearing nothing but a skimpy g-string my cousin bought me for my 18th birthday.

My poor father's eyes have been to unimaginable places, seen what no father should see.

"Good night, dad, don't touch my babies." Yeah, I really don't think he understood that as “don't eat my baked goodies” judging by that look on his face, I don't think that's where his mind was at.

I figured it was best I leave before things got more ...strange and awkward. I could feel his eyes on me as I strode out of the kitchen and disappeared into hallway.

That night I laid awake in my blankets, restless for hours, until the morning hours .

Dad's eyes were following my thoughts wherever they went. The way he was looking at me in that kitchen. The way he couldn't contain himself. I wondered what he must've been thinking, the kind of thoughts that were crossing his mind as he stared at my exposed ass.

Something had awoken within me. And that something was far from good.

I knew myself and I knew where this was heading and that I was only going to pour petrol onto the fire more than extinguish it. I was burning with curiosity.

I needed to get to the "bottom" of this. See what I did there ;) I needed to know.

Saturday, May 18th, 03:34am - I went to sleep undecided, but woke up knowing exactly what i wanted....

To tempt the devil. To test how far my dad will be willing to push the boundaries, in a little, harmless game.

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