Fix You [Prologue] 

Olivia wandered around the party aimlessly. She let her arm drop to her side and twisted a champagne glass between her thumb and her four-finger. She barely knew anyone at the engagement party, she didn’t even get why she was here. She lifted the glass to her lips and downed the remaing drops of her champagne. They just moved in with her furture step-dad, Erik, two days ago. He lived in a condo in L.A, much different from Tribecca Beach her old home. He was a creep, a slimball prosecutor who won almost every case. She shook her head and set her glass down on a table. Good thing she’d only have to live here for two more years. Two years until I’m eighteen. She felt someone behind her. “Are you supposed to be drinking?” whispered a voice in her ear. Erik. His hot breath made her skin crawl. What a slimball. She whirled around and looked at him. “Don’t tell my mom.” She pleaded. He snickered and stepped closer. “What can you do for me?” He asked in a sleezy voice. She could smell the booze in his breath. “Fuck off.” She hissed before beginning to walk off. Erik grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “Careful. I could send you off to boarding school with the snap of my fingers.” He grinned, giving her wrist a squeeze. Olivia yelped. She pulled her arm back and he released her. This wasn’t her first sleezy encounter with Erik. He was constantly hitting on her and it just made her sick. She bolted upstairs and felt hot tears streak down her face. She couldn’t take this shit anymore. Her mother never listened to her, claiming Erik was innocent. Yeah right. She went to her room and slammed the door. Grabbing a small duffelbag out of the closet, she wiped her tears and set it on the bed. This was it. She was gonna run away once and for all. She haphazardly stuffed clothes, bras and underwear in the bag, followed by her cellphone, a charger and more things needed. She had no where to go. No one to run to. She just knew she had to run. When she finished packing she quietly padded down the stairs and snuck out the door without anyone noticing. After she made it out of the condo complex she ran, tears streaking down her face. The complex wasn’t far from the downtown L.A area. She pushed her way through the crowded streets, feeling judgemental eyes on her. Her cheeks had smeared mascara and eyeliner and she looked like a total mess. She tried running again but she bumped into someone and stumbled slightly back. “I’m so sorry!” They said quickly. The mystery person caught her before she could fall backwards. “Are you okay?” She looked up at the concerned person and her stomach dropped. Of all the people to run into, it was him. His brown eyes scanned her slightly. She realized he was waiting for an answer but she didn’t quite know what to say. The words were caught in her throat. “N-no… I mean yes.” She looked away and wiped her cheeks. He looked down at her bag. “Where are you going?” He asked. People stopped around them, watching as a one of the biggest names in hollywood conversed with trainwreck of a teen girl. “I don’t know.” She replied softly. He took her bag for her and welcomed her into his arms. “Come with me… I’ll get you cleaned up.” He offered. She nodded, knowing that was the best offer she could recieve. How many girls can say Justin Bieber invited them back to his place?

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cool [explore] (by Intrepid Tripod)

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Alex Prager

I don’t think I could ever not love this photo.