restored love

6

OLIVIA

Tristan discharged me from the hospital however he is also forcing me to stay at his apartment and take it easy. He's overreacting but it's cute that he cares.

I warm the pizza from the previous night. My phone buzzes on the counter. My brows furrow until I read the caller. Dad.  That word alone made me roll my eyes. I answer the call and put the phone on speaker.

"Olivia. Are you okay?" he asks, fake concern laced in his tone.

"I'm fine." I dryly reply, taking my pizza out of the microwave.

"What happened? I received a call you were in the hospital. I'll come down to London right now. I'll bring Natalia with me."

I nearly choked on my pizza. I roll my eyes.

I would rather be admitted to the hospital again than see my father and his wife. I preferred him when he wasn't present in my life, not this pretend concern for my well-being, not after everything he put me through.

The abuse he put all of us through is unforgivable. After mom left, he came knocking on my door begging for forgiveness. He told me he was sober but I heard that story many times before. In return, I slammed the door in his face. A few months later, he brought his wife with him, it was a stupid attempt of him trying to earn my forgiveness but all Natalia cared about was their reputation.

After dad got sober, he turned into a businessman. I occasionally stalk him and most headlines read Joshua Young multi-millionaire in less than a year. He didn't deserve it at all. After he paraded Natalia as his new wife to me and Daisy, he asked me if it was okay if he could pay rent. Maybe I should have said no but I didn't. I still don't thank him for it. He doesn't deserve my gratitude.

"Natalia said she'll book the first flight." he says.

"No." I instantly reply.

"Okay, sweetheart."

I wanted to throw up every time he called me that. Not wanting to talk to him any longer, I end the call

The door opens and I turn around to see Tristan walking in. "Hey," I say. "Do you want reheated pizza?" I offer with a sheepish grin.

He shakes his head. "I'll pass thank you." he walks in the direction of his bedroom.

I shrug and sit on the couch and ate my pizza while watching Netflix.

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I lay beside Daisy in her bed. "Why are you drawing?" she asks, peering over my shoulder.

I glance over at her before closing the sketch pad Tristan gave me. "Don't you worry" I smile.

Another skill I've developed. Tristan says I should 'draw my feelings.' Probably some artist bullshit. I try to draw my feelings but I always end up drawing hearts and flowers. Could that symbolize how I feel? I don't think so. Art is Tristan's thing. Not mine.

Someone knocks on Daisy's door. She tells them to come in and the door opens and Tristan walks in, he was dressed in his scrubs and his hair was messy. I couldn't ignore how fucking hot he is. "Do you wanna come back to mine?" he questions.

I've sort of moved in with Tristan. I don't know how it happened but now I'm sleeping at his house. The bed in his apartment was much more comfortable than the couch in Alyssa and Ezra's apartment.

"Yes," I say, standing from the bed. I kiss the top of Daisy's head. "I'll come back later."

She raises a brow. "Are you two back together or something?"

My brows shoot up and I hear Tristan clear his throat from the sudden awkwardness. "No Daisy. We are not back together." I say.

"Could've fooled me." she murmurs, looking back down at her book.

I glare at the little shit before grabbing my jacket. "I'll see you later." I say, following Tristan back to his apartment.

Neither of us discussed what Daisy said. We reach his apartment. "What have you eaten?" he asks.

"I had that pizza earlier."

He rolls his eyes. Probably because I haven't eaten since noon and now it's 7. "I'm making pasta."

"Tristan I'm not hungry."

He turns to me with a raised brow. "Would you rather me feed it to you? Or will you be a good girl and eat what I make for you?" he asks with an arch brow.

I couldn't stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. "I'll eat it," I mutter under my breath.

I hear him chuckle before heading into the kitchen. I drop onto the couch and grab my phone. The name Aya blares on the screen as my phone vibrates.

"Hello," I say, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hi, Olivia. It's Aya. I haven't been able to get ahold of you for a few weeks. My friend said she needs you for tomorrow. Will you be free?" she asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"I'll send you the studio she wants you to meet her at."

"Alright thank you."

She hangs up and messages me the location. I hope everything works out.