Life has a way of forcing decisions on those who vacillate. [be indecisive]
•nelson mandela•
It was as if me telling him his name was a blessing, by the look of his smile.
He seemed to look past my bruises, burns and obvious pain, and so I loved him for it.
I smiled back, a small smile. But in a way, I knew it conveyed a lot.
For me it did.
A loud yell sounded from one of the waitors. "Mudcake!" It called.
I felt my cheeks redden, and the look in his eyes changed to sympathy.
My burns are probably becoming very noticeable. I turned away slowly, shaking the icing sugar over the mudcake and shoving the plate onto the service bar.
A muffled mutter followed as it was picked up and whisked away.
"Hi, Olivia. Nice to meet you!" He chirped.
I wish I could be that happy about meeting someone new.
People normally didn't want to meet me. I was the broken girl with the bruises and burns.
"Nice to meet you too, Tim." I replied softly.
"This is the start of an icing-sugar dusted friendship." His eyes beamed at me. "Don't you think?"
I smiled back, another small smile. "Oh. Yeah."
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Until next chapter, munchkins,
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Bruises
Teen FictionOlivia has been abused by her brother all her life, and she has the bruises and burns to show it. When she makes a stand and moves out, she meets a boy; a wonderful boy. But the two boys, brother and lover, are connected, and Olivia is scared. Sc...
