Imagine
~002~
Olivia’s POV
I stared at my grey ceiling, as I thought. I wonder what if my life weren't the way it was.. Like what if my parents could of been normal, and could've had regular jobs.
My father could be a successful businessman for the “good guys” My mother could just be a loving mom who would support my dreams and maybe.. just maybe my brother would be alive.
But, that is all a fantasy I reminded myself.
I may want this or that but at the end of the day I would still be boring Olivia living the life of one of the most dangerous mafias.
It’s sad but it is hard cold reality.
All my life I’ve been put into danger why..? Because of my fathers businesses.
At the age of 6 I was held at gun point by one of my fathers ex associates angry for being let off. The age of 10 my father made me kill my dog, to “harden me” as he says. At the age of 12 I was being taught self defense for in case someone would attempting on kidnapping me.
Once graduating high school I left this place. Never looking back I was accepted in the University of Washington. Since then I’ve avoided all costs coming back here until today..
Just being here brought unpleasant memories, of my brother Jeremy. No one in this family ever talks about my brother ever since his death, it really impacted this family deeply.
*Knock, Knock*
“Olivia your mother wishes for you to dress appropriately for the party.” spoke a deep voice I’ve never heard of. It was raspy, with a thick British accent.
I stood up from my comfortable bed and walked towards my door. I opened it revealing my bodyguard. He just looked back me with an intense stare. I came to notice how beautiful his eyes were beginning to feel mesmerized.
“You can tell her, I’ll dress as I please. Now leave me alone!” I said grabbing my door to shut it just to be stopped by a foot.
The door was pushed open, knocking me back. Stepping into my room, his face showing pure annoyance. He took two strolls before grabbing me and pushing me up against my dresser. Making it rattle as it made contact with the wall.
His face only centimeters away from mine. I could see his green eyes have turned pure dark. His eyebrows were furrowed to the point I can see a vein popping.
Both of his hands on my arms holding them tightly.
“Let me go asshole!” I exclaimed as I tried pushing him but did nothing to him.
What a shocker.
“Look Sweetheart. I’m no damn messenger boy. You are going to do what you are told. You are to treat me with respect. Am I clear?” He said rudely
I stayed quiet, as I processed what was being said to me. Especially what do I say back...
“DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR.” He said once again this time shaking me a little
As he looked in my eyes trying to find answer out of me. I turned my face to the side so I wouldn’t look at him. He grabbed me by the chin using force to make eye contact with him once again.
I looked at him with pure anger.
“Crystal” I mutter as I clenched my jaw.
“Good.” He said before letting me go and stalking out of my room as if nothing had occurred.
My father is absolutely crazy if he thinks I’m going to live with that psycho maniac. I rather have one of his enemies kill me before living with that tool.
I sighed before walking to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I began to undress and turned on the shower head. I turned a began looking at my naked reflection as I took in my features.
I looked like death. I can never understand why many claim I’m “beautiful”. When in reality I’m not something not so appealing to look at. I turned my attention back to the shower and stepped inside.
I began grabbing my shampoo and began washing my bleached grey hair. I loved the feeling of a hot shower. I closed my eyes taking in the sensation. I rinsed the shampoo an began applying it once again.
I later reached for my body wash, starting to scrub every inch of my body. I rinsed completely applied hair conditioner using my fingers to brush it out.
I turned off the water and stepped out. I reached for a towel, and wrapping it around my chest. I stood on the tips of my toes to rub off the fog of my mirror.
I looked at myself once again an began thinking.. there’s moments when I thought to myself..
I don’t want to be you anymore.
I just want to disappear.
a girl can dream..
I unlocked my bathroom door walking towards my drawers pulling out a bra and underwear.
I let my towel slip off my figure began putting them on.
There was a knock at my door. I picked up my towel and made my way to the door.
"Yes?"
"Miss.Romano your mother would want to know how long will you take until you go downstairs..?"
I sighed..
"Um.. in 25 minutes."
"Ok!"
with that I could hear footsteps farther away from my door.
I pressed my back to the door, as I bean thinking.
Ok Olivia just breath in, and breath out.
Lets just get this dinner over with so you can sleep and leave this place. I walked towards my dresser to see only dresses here.
Great. Of course my mother threw out all my regular clothes.
I looked through every one of them too see which one was the least revealing but “elegant”. As I looked I stopped at a beautiful red dress that was long but was cut from one side revealing leg up to mid thigh.
It was strapless so I decided to try it on with and without bra to see which looked better. Obviously it looked bad with a bra so I unclasped my bra an slip it off leaving it on my bed.
I reached for a pair of small gold hoops that my brother Jeremy had given to me for my 18th birthday.
Reaching for my hair brush, I began brushing out my hair which was now dry and wavy. Leaving my hair be, I went to look for a pair of shoes to wear having a feeling there will only be heels.
I went back to the dresser to see I was correct. I reached for black pumps.
*Knock, Knock*
"Olivia everyone has arrived, we are all waiting for you to come down stairs” said my mother before walking away.
Reaching for some perfume I saw red lipstick.. I opened it to see it was a vibrant red that would match my dress beautifully. I leaned closer to the mirror beginning to apply it on my lips. Closing it I looked around there must be some sort of mascara so I can look like I was some what awake I thought. I applied it to my lashes then closed it.
I stood back and stared at my reflection. I could barely recognize myself. I let out a sigh then walked toward the door.
As I opened the door there I saw an empty hallway, making me smile softly. I walked to the edge to see my house was filled with waiters and guests. I walked to ledge of the stairs giving me a better view of downstairs. The downstairs was very elegant as if we were in a Disney castle. Each corner stood guards looking over for anything suspicious. Waiters were walking around carrying glasses of champagne on a tray.
In the corner of my eye I can see Harry whispering to some of the other guards and pointing at somewhere. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
Why must he be so attractive..
If he were unattractive then me hating him would be much more easier. But nope.
The sound of tapping of a glass could be heard all over the entrance. Everyone's chatter came to a end then began settling their stares on my dad. Harry instinctively stopped talking to the other guards and turned his attention to my father.
“Now, now everyone I would love to thank everyone for coming out here.. I know it was a long drive but tonight we celebrate.." My father spoke proudly. Earning a couple of claps and 'woos' from others.
"Now now, settle down... It is my greatest honor to present to you all my lovely daughter Olivia Romano!” said my father as he lifted his arm up.
Everyone's gaze fell upon me. I looked down as I felt my cheeks heat up. My gray hair falling forward hiding my face beginning to feel flustered under everyone's stare. I didn't really like having all those eyes on me.
Don’t trip and fall Olivia.
Especially with all these people watching you. I said to myself.
Getting to the last step, I accidentally stepped on my own dress causing me to falling forward.
I closed my eyes bracing myself for impact. Just to never land on the floor. I reopened my eyes slowly to see Harry intensely staring at me. Looking back and forth between my eyes,slowly placed me back on me feet.
“Be less clumsy would you.?” He grumbled out. He then lead towards my parents who were staring at me with adoring eyes.
“Asshole” I muttered Harry shot me a glare instantly feeling the little courage I had disappear. I let out a shaky breath when reaching my parents.
"Thank you Harry.." spoke my father as he nodded his head at Harry clearly clueless of what was said between us.
"No problem Mr.Romano just doing my job. Now if you excuse me.."
"Certainly.." responded my father.
Harry gave a polite smile towards my mother, shot me a glare before walking away to deal with something. I rolled my eyes at him then turn my attention back to my parents.
“Mija te ves estupenda!” exclaimed my mother
(Sweetie you look stunning)
My father smiled proudly.
“I see you are wearing the earrings your brother bought for you.. he would be very proud to see you wearing them honey..”
I smiled softly as I a rush of emotions hit me.. Tears threaten on spilling out.
“You think so dad..?”
“I know so mija” said my father softly
With that he grabbed both my mothers and I’s hand a lead us into the dining room. I plastered a fake smile on my face as I passed many of my fathers business associates.
Surely enough both my father and mother were whisked away dragging me with them.
"Christian, I will gladly to say how that your daughter has grown to be a fine woman" spoke Winstin
"That is something we can agree on Winstin.." responded my father
"I hear that you are in college what are you planning on majoring in Olivia?"
Everyone's attention turned to me making me feel a little nervous.
"Well I am majoring in business specifically in finances" I responded
"That's great. I can see you are preparing on taking over one day. After the lose of Jeremy poor lad truly tragic. " Winstin said as he drank some of his champagne.
My face fell, upon the mentioning my brother. I looked down and cleared my throat feeling tears welling up and ready to spill.
"I-uh can you please excuse me.." my voice coming out hoarsely. I walked away without even letting him respond.
I needed to get out of here. I looked around to see how I could distract myself. A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne. I grabbed one instantly placing it on my lips and tipping my head back ready to drown it to forget about tonight. Suddenly just for it to be taken away from me.
I instantly turned around ready to cause a commotion on whoever dared to take it away from me. To my surprise I made eye contact with Harry who had an angered expression.
“What do you think you are doing Olivia?”
“What else? Having a drink” I said as I reached for my drink but only to be pushed away.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are underage.” He said then proceeded to turn around and placing the champagne down at a nearby table.
“I’m 19 soon to be 20, I think I’m allowed to have one drink” I said cockily
I then reached for another one just for it to be taken away from me once again.
I instantly gave Harry an angered look. He seemed to care less knowing he was annoying me.
“Until you are 21 don’t even look at alcohol dollface.” He said
With that he turned around and walked away leaving me in the middle of the dining room flustered and completely annoyed.
I rolled my eyes and began walking away. How dare he. I can drink what ever I fucking pleased. If I wanted champagne then I’m going to get champagne. Nothing is going to stop me especially Harry.
“What is troubling you sweetie?” My mother chimed as she smiled politely at the guests.
“Harry. He’s so rude, won’t let me do anything without him getting angry.” I mumbled as I crossed my arms like a little 5 year old.
A guest passed by, I dropped my arms and instantly smiled at them.
“Well mija I know you don’t but like the idea of having a bodyguard but you need to. After your-” my mom stops to let out a sad sigh before continuing
“brother I couldn’t bare to lose you as well. Just it time who knows maybe you two will get along very well" she said reaching for my hand and rubbed it
“I highly doubt it mom..”
I said as I looked out at the crowd. I see my father speaking to some of his associates and laughing. I shook my head as I kept looking around.
My eyes soon landing Harry who was across the room talking to a guard. From the look of his face it was serious yet his face is always like that I reminded myself. I reached for a glass of champagne holding it as I still stared at Harry.
Suddenly he snapped his gaze landing on me. His expression harden seeing what I was holding.
I smiled triumphantly lifting my glass up and eyebrow before drinking it. I place it down at the table and proceeded to talk to guests.
Still feeling someone was watching me I looked around, to meet eyes once again with Harry. My breath hitched as he stared at me down intensely. I broke the gaze and excused myself.. As I walked away I could feel him still staring at me even with my back facing him.
Why am I getting so flustered..It’s jus-
Suddenly gun shots were fired. Causing everyone to run and yell.
I stared at my grey ceiling, as I thought. I wonder what if my life weren't the way it was.. Like what if my parents could of been normal, and could've had regular jobs.
My father could be a successful businessman for the “good guys” My mother could just be a loving mom who would support my dreams and maybe.. just maybe my brother would be alive.
But, that is all a fantasy I reminded myself.
I may want this or that but at the end of the day I would still be boring Olivia living the life of one of the most dangerous mafias.
It’s sad but it is hard cold reality.
All my life I’ve been put into danger why..? Because of my fathers businesses.
At the age of 6 I was held at gun point by one of my fathers ex associates angry for being let off. The age of 10 my father made me kill my dog, to “harden me” as he says. At the age of 12 I was being taught self defense for in case someone would attempting on kidnapping me.
Once graduating high school I left this place. Never looking back I was accepted in the University of Washington. Since then I’ve avoided all costs coming back here until today..
Just being here brought unpleasant memories, of my brother Jeremy. No one in this family ever talks about my brother ever since his death, it really impacted this family deeply.
*Knock, Knock*
“Olivia your mother wishes for you to dress appropriately for the party.” spoke a deep voice I’ve never heard of. It was raspy, with a thick British accent.
I stood up from my comfortable bed and walked towards my door. I opened it revealing my bodyguard. He just looked back me with an intense stare. I came to notice how beautiful his eyes were beginning to feel mesmerized.
“You can tell her, I’ll dress as I please. Now leave me alone!” I said grabbing my door to shut it just to be stopped by a foot.
The door was pushed open, knocking me back. Stepping into my room, his face showing pure annoyance. He took two strolls before grabbing me and pushing me up against my dresser. Making it rattle as it made contact with the wall.
His face only centimeters away from mine. I could see his green eyes have turned pure dark. His eyebrows were furrowed to the point I can see a vein popping.
Both of his hands on my arms holding them tightly.
“Let me go asshole!” I exclaimed as I tried pushing him but did nothing to him.
What a shocker.
“Look Sweetheart. I’m no damn messenger boy. You are going to do what you are told. You are to treat me with respect. Am I clear?” He said rudely
I stayed quiet, as I processed what was being said to me. Especially what do I say back...
“DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR.” He said once again this time shaking me a little
As he looked in my eyes trying to find answer out of me. I turned my face to the side so I wouldn’t look at him. He grabbed me by the chin using force to make eye contact with him once again.
I looked at him with pure anger.
“Crystal” I mutter as I clenched my jaw.
“Good.” He said before letting me go and stalking out of my room as if nothing had occurred.
My father is absolutely crazy if he thinks I’m going to live with that psycho maniac. I rather have one of his enemies kill me before living with that tool.
I sighed before walking to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I began to undress and turned on the shower head. I turned a began looking at my naked reflection as I took in my features.
I looked like death. I can never understand why many claim I’m “beautiful”. When in reality I’m not something not so appealing to look at. I turned my attention back to the shower and stepped inside.
I began grabbing my shampoo and began washing my bleached grey hair. I loved the feeling of a hot shower. I closed my eyes taking in the sensation. I rinsed the shampoo an began applying it once again.
I later reached for my body wash, starting to scrub every inch of my body. I rinsed completely applied hair conditioner using my fingers to brush it out.
I turned off the water and stepped out. I reached for a towel, and wrapping it around my chest. I stood on the tips of my toes to rub off the fog of my mirror.
I looked at myself once again an began thinking.. there’s moments when I thought to myself..
I don’t want to be you anymore.
I just want to disappear.
a girl can dream..
I unlocked my bathroom door walking towards my drawers pulling out a bra and underwear.
I let my towel slip off my figure began putting them on.
There was a knock at my door. I picked up my towel and made my way to the door.
"Yes?"
"Miss.Romano your mother would want to know how long will you take until you go downstairs..?"
I sighed..
"Um.. in 25 minutes."
"Ok!"
with that I could hear footsteps farther away from my door.
I pressed my back to the door, as I bean thinking.
Ok Olivia just breath in, and breath out.
Lets just get this dinner over with so you can sleep and leave this place. I walked towards my dresser to see only dresses here.
Great. Of course my mother threw out all my regular clothes.
I looked through every one of them too see which one was the least revealing but “elegant”. As I looked I stopped at a beautiful red dress that was long but was cut from one side revealing leg up to mid thigh.
It was strapless so I decided to try it on with and without bra to see which looked better. Obviously it looked bad with a bra so I unclasped my bra an slip it off leaving it on my bed.
I reached for a pair of small gold hoops that my brother Jeremy had given to me for my 18th birthday.
Reaching for my hair brush, I began brushing out my hair which was now dry and wavy. Leaving my hair be, I went to look for a pair of shoes to wear having a feeling there will only be heels.
I went back to the dresser to see I was correct. I reached for black pumps.
*Knock, Knock*
"Olivia everyone has arrived, we are all waiting for you to come down stairs” said my mother before walking away.
Reaching for some perfume I saw red lipstick.. I opened it to see it was a vibrant red that would match my dress beautifully. I leaned closer to the mirror beginning to apply it on my lips. Closing it I looked around there must be some sort of mascara so I can look like I was some what awake I thought. I applied it to my lashes then closed it.
I stood back and stared at my reflection. I could barely recognize myself. I let out a sigh then walked toward the door.
As I opened the door there I saw an empty hallway, making me smile softly. I walked to the edge to see my house was filled with waiters and guests. I walked to ledge of the stairs giving me a better view of downstairs. The downstairs was very elegant as if we were in a Disney castle. Each corner stood guards looking over for anything suspicious. Waiters were walking around carrying glasses of champagne on a tray.
In the corner of my eye I can see Harry whispering to some of the other guards and pointing at somewhere. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
Why must he be so attractive..
If he were unattractive then me hating him would be much more easier. But nope.
The sound of tapping of a glass could be heard all over the entrance. Everyone's chatter came to a end then began settling their stares on my dad. Harry instinctively stopped talking to the other guards and turned his attention to my father.
“Now, now everyone I would love to thank everyone for coming out here.. I know it was a long drive but tonight we celebrate.." My father spoke proudly. Earning a couple of claps and 'woos' from others.
"Now now, settle down... It is my greatest honor to present to you all my lovely daughter Olivia Romano!” said my father as he lifted his arm up.
Everyone's gaze fell upon me. I looked down as I felt my cheeks heat up. My gray hair falling forward hiding my face beginning to feel flustered under everyone's stare. I didn't really like having all those eyes on me.
Don’t trip and fall Olivia.
Especially with all these people watching you. I said to myself.
Getting to the last step, I accidentally stepped on my own dress causing me to falling forward.
I closed my eyes bracing myself for impact. Just to never land on the floor. I reopened my eyes slowly to see Harry intensely staring at me. Looking back and forth between my eyes,slowly placed me back on me feet.
“Be less clumsy would you.?” He grumbled out. He then lead towards my parents who were staring at me with adoring eyes.
“Asshole” I muttered Harry shot me a glare instantly feeling the little courage I had disappear. I let out a shaky breath when reaching my parents.
"Thank you Harry.." spoke my father as he nodded his head at Harry clearly clueless of what was said between us.
"No problem Mr.Romano just doing my job. Now if you excuse me.."
"Certainly.." responded my father.
Harry gave a polite smile towards my mother, shot me a glare before walking away to deal with something. I rolled my eyes at him then turn my attention back to my parents.
“Mija te ves estupenda!” exclaimed my mother
(Sweetie you look stunning)
My father smiled proudly.
“I see you are wearing the earrings your brother bought for you.. he would be very proud to see you wearing them honey..”
I smiled softly as I a rush of emotions hit me.. Tears threaten on spilling out.
“You think so dad..?”
“I know so mija” said my father softly
With that he grabbed both my mothers and I’s hand a lead us into the dining room. I plastered a fake smile on my face as I passed many of my fathers business associates.
Surely enough both my father and mother were whisked away dragging me with them.
"Christian, I will gladly to say how that your daughter has grown to be a fine woman" spoke Winstin
"That is something we can agree on Winstin.." responded my father
"I hear that you are in college what are you planning on majoring in Olivia?"
Everyone's attention turned to me making me feel a little nervous.
"Well I am majoring in business specifically in finances" I responded
"That's great. I can see you are preparing on taking over one day. After the lose of Jeremy poor lad truly tragic. " Winstin said as he drank some of his champagne.
My face fell, upon the mentioning my brother. I looked down and cleared my throat feeling tears welling up and ready to spill.
"I-uh can you please excuse me.." my voice coming out hoarsely. I walked away without even letting him respond.
I needed to get out of here. I looked around to see how I could distract myself. A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne. I grabbed one instantly placing it on my lips and tipping my head back ready to drown it to forget about tonight. Suddenly just for it to be taken away from me.
I instantly turned around ready to cause a commotion on whoever dared to take it away from me. To my surprise I made eye contact with Harry who had an angered expression.
“What do you think you are doing Olivia?”
“What else? Having a drink” I said as I reached for my drink but only to be pushed away.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are underage.” He said then proceeded to turn around and placing the champagne down at a nearby table.
“I’m 19 soon to be 20, I think I’m allowed to have one drink” I said cockily
I then reached for another one just for it to be taken away from me once again.
I instantly gave Harry an angered look. He seemed to care less knowing he was annoying me.
“Until you are 21 don’t even look at alcohol dollface.” He said
With that he turned around and walked away leaving me in the middle of the dining room flustered and completely annoyed.
I rolled my eyes and began walking away. How dare he. I can drink what ever I fucking pleased. If I wanted champagne then I’m going to get champagne. Nothing is going to stop me especially Harry.
“What is troubling you sweetie?” My mother chimed as she smiled politely at the guests.
“Harry. He’s so rude, won’t let me do anything without him getting angry.” I mumbled as I crossed my arms like a little 5 year old.
A guest passed by, I dropped my arms and instantly smiled at them.
“Well mija I know you don’t but like the idea of having a bodyguard but you need to. After your-” my mom stops to let out a sad sigh before continuing
“brother I couldn’t bare to lose you as well. Just it time who knows maybe you two will get along very well" she said reaching for my hand and rubbed it
“I highly doubt it mom..”
I said as I looked out at the crowd. I see my father speaking to some of his associates and laughing. I shook my head as I kept looking around.
My eyes soon landing Harry who was across the room talking to a guard. From the look of his face it was serious yet his face is always like that I reminded myself. I reached for a glass of champagne holding it as I still stared at Harry.
Suddenly he snapped his gaze landing on me. His expression harden seeing what I was holding.
I smiled triumphantly lifting my glass up and eyebrow before drinking it. I place it down at the table and proceeded to talk to guests.
Still feeling someone was watching me I looked around, to meet eyes once again with Harry. My breath hitched as he stared at me down intensely. I broke the gaze and excused myself.. As I walked away I could feel him still staring at me even with my back facing him.
Why am I getting so flustered..It’s jus-
Suddenly gun shots were fired. Causing everyone to run and yell.
Notes
2nd update! Hope you guys enjoyed! :) please vote and subscribe so you can see when I update! Anywho I’m going to sleep because it’s going to be 3am and I’m still up..
Goodnight my loves!
8/18/18
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