All A Game

~Runnin'~

This book needs to go under major editing. Here's some Why Don't We (Jack Avery)

I'm standing still
And nothing else matters now, you're not here
So where are you?

{Chapter 20. Runnin}

~3rd Person~

                 Olivia groaned and forced her eyes to open. All she could hear were sirens and felt a firm hand gripping hers. The ground was moving beneath her and her body was stiff and numb. Where was she? Things were fuzzy but she'd know who was beside her with no problem.

"Dad?" She croaked, before everything went dark again.

               The next time she woke up she was surrounded by pearly white walls and was placed down on a really uncomfortable bed. Olivia squinted before slowly sitting up. She sucked in a breath when she felt a large tube surrounding her nose and mouth, and a wire on her finger. 

              She was in a hospital and things that happened in the past 24 hours returned to her. She tried moving her legs and groaned when she removed the cover to see a full cast on her right foot. She slumped onto the bed and stayed awake, looking at the plain ceiling.

             Nurses came in once in a while to feed her or just check up on her. She didn't speak, afraid that if she did, she'd burst out in tears. She knows this place from memory. Flashes of her past rushed into her brain in seconds. Waiting anxiously in their seats to hear from the doctor of her mother's accident, running straight to her room stumbling and crying, laying at her side talking for hours even though she wouldn't hear anything anymore, never get to see the sun again.

              She heard a chair squeak before she saw him. Turning her head on the pillow so that she was facing him, he spoke first.

             "How are you feeling?" He looked awkward, while he scratched the back of his head. Olivia smiled softly, almost about to laugh since all their conversations have always been about basketball and her future. Her dad chuckled, and walked towards her bed before sitting beside her.

              "Peachy," She says with as much sarcasm as she could muster, but a ghost of a smile was still plastered on her face while she said it. He held her left hand, the one without the wire and squeezed it a bit.

"I'm sorry, for everything I've put you through—"

"Dad stop—" Olivia shakes her head at him. He didn't need to apologize at all.

                "No just listen alright," He declares and she nods her head, "Ever since your mom died I wasn't the best person to be around, I know that. If I could turn back the clock and give you the childhood you needed I'd do it without a thought. It was so hard for me to let go and I dragged you through my pain. I pushed you because I couldn't afford college, but now you're in a cast because of that pressure. I love you, baby girl but I'm so sorry."

               Olivia just stared and stared at her dad, listened at all the words and repeated them in her brain so she could remember.

              "Who are you and what did you do with my dad," She laughs, and just that tiny bit of joy that filled her was enough to brighten her mood. Her dad shook his brown-almost grey hair and looked at her for a while and then back at one of the many screens placed beside her.

               "I don't know what I would've done if I lost you too. I love you so much Liv, I'm sorry I don't say it often," Her dad says with such honesty that she caught a glimpse of her father before the fire. She didn't mind that he called her by her nickname, just like her mom, but she hasn't heard it coming from him in a couple of years.

She points to her cast and groans, "Sucks that I might not go to the championships."

                Her father rolls his eyes kind-heartedly, "Liv, I don't even care if you go or not. Rest up, okay? That scholarship should be far from your mind right now," He turns around to hand Olivia a book- her sketchbook, "Thought you might need it."

                 "Thanks," She mutters and grabs the notebook. She starts to play with her fingers, "Dad, can we move again?"

"What happened baby?" Her dad raises his brows curiously.

                Rip the bandage off nice and quickly, right? "Everyone at school probably hates me now," Olivia mumbled, looking outside of the hospitals window. Her dad made a face that said, 'go on' and she did. She explained it from the beginning of that afternoon, skipping the kissing part, and how everyone at school today would most likely point to her as the bad guy. How she lost her best friend. Everything. And by the end her dad was looking at her with sympathetic eyes.

              "Please don't say you're sorry, really, it's not even your fault," Olivia whispers, closing her eyes a bit while breathing through the tube.

                 Her dad touched her face gently and swiped a strand of blonde hair from her face, "Liv, things will work itself out in the end trust me."

She leans into her father's touch and whispers, "How do you know that?"

                 Her father smiles, and she missed how his happy face was so funny and memorable at the same time. He smiled with his teeth and his eyes glinted, "Because... Your friend is right outside."

                 Olivia wiped her head to the door where Blaire stood awkwardly shuffling on her feet, she waved shyly and fixed her glasses on her nose, "Hi."

Authors Note

Absolutely loving my 2k18 summer! How's yours going? Where are you guys now?

Thank you all for voting or commenting or just simply adding my book to your reading list, you're all super amazing! Adiós!

Signing out, 

Queens Blade