A/n : DRAMA AHEAD !!!!! LONG CHAPTER FOR YOU GUYS ☕.

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Author's P.O.V.

She just can't sit her whole life just like that.

She have to walk and take her responsibilities.

In a month, she has a dance competition.

And then district level Basketball match.

Olivia is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The light from the window is dimmed by curtains, casting the room in a gloomy twilight.

The words hit Olivia like a punch to the chest. It's like every bit of air is sucked from the room. She feels the sting in her eyes as the tears well up, hot and bitter.

Her mom's words echo in her mind, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. The idea that she's doing nothing, that she's not trying hard enough, that she's a burden-it all crashes down on her at once.

"M-Mom is r-right- I c-can't-" She hiccups, "-I-I c-can't- just sit l-like t-this-"

"B-But what s-should I d-do?"

She can't just sit in her bedroom doing nothing but crying.

She has her future ahead of her.

Her mom is right.

She can't just sit here, locked in her room, crying all day.

She has to find a way to move forward, to accept this new reality, but it's so much harder than anyone can imagine. The pain, the fear, the anger-it all swirls inside her like a storm.

The tears start to flow, slowly at first, then faster, until they're streaming down her cheeks. She buries her face in her pillow, sobbing quietly. It's not just the words that hurt-it's the truth behind them. She's been avoiding everyone, pushing them away because she's scared.

Scared of what the future holds.

Scared of being a disappointment.

Scared of being pitied.

Olivia knows she can't stay in this room forever. She has to try, has to find the strength to take those first steps, even if it's just in a wheelchair. But it's so overwhelming, and she's not sure if she has the courage to face it. The idea of a "future" seems like an impossible dream, something meant for someone else, someone who isn't broken.

The sobs wrack her body, her shoulders shaking as she clutches the pillow tighter. She wishes she could disappear, hide away from everything and everyone, but she knows that's not an option. Her mom's voice plays over and over in her mind, a painful reminder that life goes on, even when she's not ready for it.

"Olivia, why are you crying ?"

Olivia stiffens and immediately wipes her eyes.

"M-Mom"

Amelia sits beside her and sigh.

"Olivia, I know this is hard. Hard for you. I understand. It's hard for us too." She pats her head.

Olivia nods her head.

"But you have to try. You can't just sit, hmm ?"

Olivia looks at her Mom.

She is right. She should try.

"Hmm"

Amelia smiles.

"Ok then wipe your eyes and I will help you. I am not saying that start running but atleast try to walk or atleast stand, hmm ?"

Olivia nods her head.

"Good girl. Come come come." Amelia pats her head and hold her arms, slightly pulling her to the edge of the bed.

"Ok, now on count of three, keep your legs down from the bed, okay ?" Amelia excitedly says, clapping her hand.

Olivia forces a smile back. She doesn't want to disappoint her mom, doesn't want to see the look of defeat in her eyes. "Okay," she says, her voice soft but trying to sound hopeful.

"Okay, One.... Two..... and Three... Olivia pick up your legs" Amelia counts, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Olivia clenches her jaw and tries to lift her legs. She concentrates with all her might, her muscles straining, but they don't budge.

Her eyes teared up due to straining.

The pain starts to build, a deep, sharp ache that shoots through her spine, but she keeps trying, refusing to give up. She doesn't want her mom to see her fail.

Amelia's smile fades a little.

She tries to hide her disappointment, but Olivia catches the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Okay, let's try again. Come on, you can do it! One, two, three !" She counts again, louder this time, her hands clapping with anticipation.

Olivia tries once more, her entire body shaking with the effort. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks, but she bites her lip to stop from crying out.

I can't cry. No no no I can't cry.

She doesn't want her mom to see her pain, to feel guilty for pushing her so hard. But no matter how much she strains, her legs remain still. It's like they're made of stone.

Amelia's patience wears thin, her enthusiasm turning to frustration.

"Olivia, you have to try harder ! This isn't helping if you don't give it your all. Again, on the count of three! One, two, three !"

Olivia tries one last time, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. She can't do it. Her body won't cooperate. The pain is too much, and the fear of failing her mom is crushing.

"M-Mom- I-I- can't d-do i-it-"

She starts to sob, her shoulders shaking, but Amelia isn't backing down.

"NO Olivia. You have to try."

Her mom forcefully grabs her legs and places them on the ground, her grip almost harsh.

Olivia cries out in pain, the sudden movement sending shocks through her paralyzed limbs.

"Mom, it hurts !"

She pleads, her voice breaking, but Amelia doesn't let go.

"Come on, Olivia, you need to stand up ! This is the only way you'll get better !" Amelia's voice is louder now, almost shouting. "On the count of three, stand up ! You have to do this !"

Olivia pushes herself to her limit, gripping the edge of her bed with white-knuckled hands. Her eyes are shut. Sweat forms on her face. Tears keep streaming down her cheeks. She tries to stand, using all her strength, but her legs are useless.

She wobbles, her body collapsing, and just as she's about to fall, a pair of strong arms catches her.

"AHHHH" a scream left her mouth as she tightly grip the fabric material in her hands in fear.

"Ethan, what are you doing ? Let her try" Amelia yells on her son.

Ethan's eyes blazes. He glares at their Mom. He immediately made Olivia lie down on the bed.

"Are you okay ? Is it hurting anywhere ?" His voice helds urgency and his eyes shows concern.

Olivia nods her head weekly, "Okay".

He turns towards her Mom.

"Mom, come outside, I want to talk to you." He grits his teeth.

"No, I am not coming anywhere, Ethan. She needs to stand up and I will make her stand up today-" Before she could complete her sentence, Ethan holds her wrist and drags her outside of her room.

He brings her in his room and turns towards Sophia.

"Sophie, can you please go and check Olivia" Sophia immediately understand the gravity of the situation and leaves the room giving them some privacy.

Ethan turns towards his Mom.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, MOM ? THE DOCTOR SAID SHE'S SUPPOSED TO REST ! YOU CAN'T FORCE HER TO DO THIS !" Ethan shouts on her.

"THAT DOCTOR IS USELESS. I WILL MAKE MY DAUGHTER WALKING AGAIN."

"MOM, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING. YOU CAN'T FORCE HER, MOM. SHE IS IN PAIN. IT WILL BE MORE DANGEROUS FOR HER." Ethan seeths in anger.

Are their Mom out of her mind or what ?

"Ethan, why don't you understand, I am doing it for her only-"

Ethan immediately holds her arms and shake her a little, "Mom, for God sake, think what you are saying. She fucking needs bed rest. It's just one week, Mom. Her tissues are broken. She fucking needs time to walk again."

Ethan yells. He is fucking livid.

Why their Mom is not listening ?

Amelia looks at her son and sighs.

"You are overreacting."

Ethan looks at her in disbelief. He grits his teeth and glare intensely, "Mom, I am warning you, if I ever see you forcing her for anything like this, I swear, I will forget that you are my Mom and I am your son. Mind it."

He left from there.

He immediately comes towards Olivia's room, only to find his wife hugging his sister. His eyes soften when he heard her sobbings.

"Olivia" He calls her softly. Olivia looks at him with her red teary eyes.

His heart clenches when he saw her dark circles, messy hair and tear stained face.

His sister was never like this.

He remembers the time when he locked her up in jail because she broke traffic rules. He remembers the time when he used to give her time out and made her stand up in the corner as a punishment for running wild in the house. But now at this moment, he wants nothing but her to again run wild in the house.

Sometimes, we never understand the importance of moments until it becomes the memories !!!

Pushing all the thoughts back in his mind, he looks at her and sternly says, "Olivia, if Mom again do anything like this, you will not listen to her. And if by any chance she will force you to do anything then call us, okay ?"

Olivia nods her head.

He wipes her tears and tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Don't worry, Everything will be fine." He gently says.

She nods her head again.

Ethan sighs.

"Olivia you know, you can talk, hmm ?" He caress her cheeks softly.

"Hmm" She replies looking down.

Bringing her out of the shell is going to be hard but they have to do it.

Ethan thought.

"Ok, why don't you come outside with us, hmm ?" He asks her, trying to lighten up her mood.

"Yes, let's go outside." Sophia chims in.

Olivia, who is already tired of sitting in her room, agrees.

"Let's go. You want to go by yourself or should I carry you ?" Ethan asks her.

"Myself" She mumbles.

Nodding his head, he picks her up in his arms and made her sit on her wheel chair.

They comes out from her room and settle in the living room.

"Let's watch some movie, what says ?" Sophia asks grinning.

"Oh please, you can't watch movie, Sophie" Ethan rolls his eyes.

Sophia gasps, "Why ?"

"Which movie have you watched properly Mrs. Ethan Hernandez ? If you will watch emotional movies, you will cry, if you will watch action movies, you will feel bored, if you watch horror movies, you will get scared." Ethan sighs, shaking his head.

Sophia rolls her eyes, "So what ? We can watch, Rom-com, right Olivia ?" She winks at her.

Olivia just simple shrugs.

They sighs. They just want to see a smile on Olivia's face but it feels like she has forgotten to smile.

"Ok then-" Before he could complete his sentence, his phone rings.

"You guys decide movie, I am coming." He winks at the girls, before attending his call.

"Olivia, tell me what do you want to watch ?" Sophia turns towards her with a gentle smile.

Olivia again shrug her shoulders.

"What about Crazy, Stupid, Love ?"

Sophia asks, while Olivia just plainly nods.

"Ok then, here is the remote, start the movie, I will bring snacks." She smiles before going to kitchen.

Olivia sighs.

She knows they are doing this to lighten up her mood. But is this even worth it ?

She shake her head and close her eyes.

"I hope I can say that everything will be fine." She mumbles to herself.

"Olivia, can you give this file to your Dad ?"

Olivia opens her eyes. Her mom is standing infront of her with a green file.

She stiffens a little seeing her Mom.

"I have some work and your Dad needs this file. He is in his office room. Give him this file." She says with a smile.

Before Olivia could reply anything, she left giving her file.

"Amelia, bring me that green file"

She heard her Dad calling from the room.

Olivia looks around, hoping someone else might answer, but the house is unusually quiet.

Reluctantly, she decides to do it herself. It's just a file; she can manage that. She doesn't want her dad to think she's helpless, and besides, she's tired of feeling useless.

She wheels her chair towards her Dad's study, she hears the clattering of his keyboard stop.

"Damn it Amelia, Bring it fast." he calls, sounding a bit impatient.

"I'm coming, Dad," she replies, trying to keep her voice steady. She quickens her pace, her hands pushing the wheels faster, but she isn't as practiced as she'd like to be.

Just as she's about to enter the study, the edge of her wheelchair catches on a small side table. The jolt sends a glass of water tumbling to the floor, the water splashing up and soaking the file in her lap, not to mention her shirt and pants.

She gasps in shock as her eyes slightly widen.

Andrew looks up from his laptop, his eyebrows knitting together in a deep frown.

"What the-? Olivia, what happened ?!" he snaps, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"I'm s-sorry," Olivia stammers, trying to pick up the file, which is now a soggy mess. The pages are sticking together, and the ink starts to smudge, creating a blurry mess. "I-I just caught the t-table, and the g-glass fell."

Andrew stands up, his face tight with anger.

"I needed that file, Olivia! How did you manage to spill water all over it ?" he demands, his voice loud enough to echo through the room.

Olivia's cheeks flush with embarrassment and guilt.

"If you can't do this simple work, you could've just tell someone else. Now, because of you, my time and work wasted." He yells, snatching that file from her hold. Olivia flinch due to loud voice.

Tears well up in her eyes, but she fights them back, not wanting to cry in front of her dad.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

"What Sorry, Olivia ? What should I do with your sorry ? A single and simple work, Olivia and you can't do that. What do you think what are you going to do in your life, now ?"

Olivia feels the sting of his words, knowing that she's disappointed him. The wheelchair makes everything harder, and now she's made things worse. As she sits there, trying to keep the tears at bay, the sense of failure and frustration overwhelms her.

He frustratedly adds, "And where the hell is your mother, I told her to bring that file then why she gave it to you knowing that you can't even stand on your own feet-"

"DAD"

A loud voice heard.

"Dad, what are you saying ?" William grits his teeth, "How could you talk to Olivia like that ?" His voice echoing in the small study.

"William, this doesn't concern you !" Andrew snaps. "This is between me and Olivia. And frankly, she's just creating more work for me !"

"DAD ENOUGH. SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER FOR GOD SAKE." William bursts out in anger.

"Don't. Raise. Your. Voice. On. Me. William." Andrew grits his teeth.

Olivia looks down. Her heart constantly breaks hearing the fighting between her Dad and William.

She never wants this to happen.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ethan and Sophia immediately comes inside the study, with a worried look on their face.

Ethan's eyes widen as he takes in the scene, and he quickly motions for Sophia to take Olivia away from the chaos.

"Come on, Olivia," Sophia whispers gently, reaching out to guide the wheelchair. "Let's go somewhere else, okay ?" Olivia nods, feeling a mix of relief and sadness as she lets Sophia lead her out of the room. She hears the shouting continue behind her as the door closes.

"And I am not wrong. If she can't do that work then why she-"

"Dad. Please stop it." Ethan interrupts with a disbelief look on his face.

"STOP INTERRUPTING ME BOTH OF YOU." Andrew yells, "AND WHAT DID I EVEN SAY THAT YOU BOTH ARE CREATING THIS SCENE ? I JUST SAID SHE IS INCREASING MY WORK AND IT'S NOT EVEN LIE-"

"Creating more work ? Are you serious ?" William's eyes narrow, his voice dripping with disbelief. "She's been through hell, Dad. You think she wants to be in a wheelchair ? You think she enjoys struggling with simple tasks ? This isn't her fault !"

Andrew clenches his fists, his frustration boiling over. "I know it's not her fault, but I have deadlines! I needed that file, and now it's ruined ! You don't understand the pressure I'm under !"

"And what about Olivia, Dad ?" Ethan grits his teeth, "you think Olivia doesn't feel pressure ? She's trying to figure out how to live with this, and you're worried about a damn file ? What about your daughter's feelings, Dad ? When do they matter ?"

Andrew rolls his eyes, "Ethan, stop with this. I also care about her that's why I AM STILL ASKING TO EVERY SINGLE DOCTOR FOR HER."

"That's your fucking duty, Dad" William raises his voice, "SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER. YOU'RE NOT DOING ANY FAVOUR"

"DON'T TEACH ME MY DUTIES, WILLIAM. I RAISED 7 CHILDREN. I KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH CHILDREN UNLIKE YOU, WHO CAN'T BECOME A FATHER-"

"DAD" Ethan raises his voice, with wide eyes.

Their Dad can't be serious right now.

William felt a pang in his heart. He clenches his fist as his jaw tighten.

"Ethan, I am warning you stop raising your voice on me. I am your father. And I demand respect."

Andrew grits his teeth.

"And I didn't lie a single thing-"

"This isn't helping, Dad. You need to understand that Olivia is struggling. You can't just yell at her because you're stressed !"

Ethan interrupts, totally frustrated with his parents behaviour.

Andrew glares at Ethan, his anger still simmering. "You don't understand, Ethan. I have responsibilities, a job to do. I can't afford mistakes like this !"

Ethan shakes his head, his patience wearing thin. "And you think Olivia isn't stressed ? She's dealing with something much bigger than a job, Dad. She's learning how to live again, and she needs our support, not our criticism !"

"And for your kind information, Dad, this is only a hard copy of the presentation report, you saved in your PC. This is NOT any important document." William retorts coldly.

His eyes held nothing but a coldness in it.

"William-"

Before he could say anything, Ethan interrupts, "Enough Dad. Enough for today. I am tired. Please stop all this. I am telling you as a son, please Dad, your Daughter needs her father more. You are the Father of seven children. But try being a Dad for atleast one of your kid."

Ethan replies coldly, leaving the room.

William looks at him coldly and scowls, "I am just tolerating you because you are still the father of my siblings. But if you say anything to me or my wife after today, remember this Mr.Andrew Hernandez, no one will be worse than me."

William grits his teeth and left the room, leaving shocked Andrew behind.

To Be Continued...

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Published : 12 May 2024.

Total words : 3325 words 😁.