"Made up your mind yet?"
Mitchell inquired of her. The strange lady had continued on her way out and now silence was all Olivia could give.
She buried her eyes in the menu she held, not willing to give a response. After a while, she signalled a waitress and ordered a milkshake.
"Are you okay?" Mitchell had to ask.
"Next time you want to flirt, do it when this body isn't here." She told him.
"Flirt? No, that was just a friend. I admit she can be clingy but there is nothing more I assure you." He said.
"Men and excuses. What happened minutes ago was clearly inappropriate. I don't know who Esther was but I am not her.
If you ever try to be the alpha male with me, I will do things with this body you will never imagine could be done to it." She threatened.
"Woah. Aren't you feisty? Were you always like this?" He probed.
"I wish I was but ever since I got pushed out of a window, a lot has changed." She told him.
"I am the loyal type." He assured her.
"I don't care." She said.
Once they were done with their orders, they headed back to the apartment. She seemed to be putting up some attitude that wasn't making him comfortable.
He waited in the living room while she made use of the bedroom.
It was evening and she had locked the door to the room from the inside.
She was taking too long, he had to walk to the door he had been staring at for the past forty-five minutes.
"Are you okay in there?" He asked, leaning on the door to listen for a sound at least.
"I'm fine." She replied.
Anyone could tell from her voice she had been crying. It was all starting to get to her.
The memories that should have left but chose to stay for some reason she would never wish to understand, the pain that came with it every time they hit and how many times she would have to suck it all up afterwards.
She was trying her hardest to stay sane but wasn't she too young for it all?
Maybe it would all make sense if she had lived longer or even if she had died and was reunited with both her parents.
"Let me in." He softly said.
"Go away." She replied.
"You need me." He told her.
"Just shut up! I don't need you, I don't need anybody, I just want all of it to be a f*CKing nightmare!
I just want the war in my head to stop! The pain in my heart to be gone!
I never asked for any of this. I never asked for this body! I don't want it. It's not mine, it never will be." She spoke amidst tears. She was almost losing her voice.
He had no choice but to break in, fearing she would harm herself in her unstable state.
He got in and was met with a totally devastated young woman. She looked so weak where she stood.
Her eyes were hot with tears which made them red and he could see through her, her pulse was getting faster than it should be.
Gently, he walked to where she was. He had never seen a woman that fragile before, definitely not his woman. He could see this one, so broken and knew not how to make her feel better.
She was too weak to refrain him from coming, she remained where she was, watching him approach her.
He placed both hands on her cheeks softly and with his thumbs, paused the running tears then wiped them away.
Her eyes shut. Somehow it felt soothing. Slowly she felt herself pulled in between his arms and his strong arms wrapping her body.
He did this without saying a word and they remained in that position for as long as she needed them to be.
"What was your life like?" He asked her.
They both sat on the bed at this time, he made sure to give a bit of distance.
She gave a brief smile.
"Before my Dad's diagnosis? It was perfect. He was the sweetest man I knew.
I never got to meet my mom. I was told issues came up during delivery and it was either her or me, she chose me.
I lived the life of a princess. Guards, money, the best clothes, name it, I had it all, thanks to my Dad.
But then.." she said before he interrupted .
"No. Just the good part." He told her. "Did you ever fall in love?" He inquired.
She smiled sheepishly now.
"Steve. I wonder how he must have taken the news of my death. He was so romantic.
He had prepared a lovely dinner , I remember the lights were out, the red candles burning beautifully and the roses that made a trail to the bed which had more roses.
It was the first time we shared a passionate kiss and just when we were about to make love, my phone rang, daddy's gone." She said, her smile slowly fading away.
"Both my parents are alive. They've lived long enough to be dead by now but never met two people so unwilling to die." He said, bringing attention to himself.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't wish them death either, I just wish I could talk about them like you talk about yours." He added.
"They aren't good?" She asked.
"There is nothing like good. It's just another form of deceit which is why 'good' things don't last long." He told her.
"Aside losing your woman and child, what other pain have you had to live with?" She asked him.
She watched how gradually his countenance changed to a somewhat sober one.
"There are just too many but I would go with having to watch my sister die." He said.
"You have sibblings?" He asked.
"A twin sister. She was murdered. The one I loved the most. Her death was my nemesis." He said.
"That must have been hard." She said to him.
"And I didn't lose my woman, she is right here." He said.
She could only shake her head from side to side while rolling her eyes.
"What really holds you back from giving in?" He asked her.
"I don't want to forget. I don't want to loose myself." She replied.
"And what makes you think you will?" He inquired.
"Because I know the power of love." She told him.
"You seek vengeance with all your heart and I'm afraid it's something you don't understand." He said.
"I would appreciate if you stopped treating me like a child." She sounded offended.
"I mean no offence." He said.
"I was murdered on the very night of my dad's funeral. They've got to pay." She said.
"And what if they do pay. Maybe you killed them or got someone to, would it really make a difference or would it just have taken something from you, something you would never get back." He told her.
"You should be on my side." She sounded disappointed.
"I am. Which is why I say what I say, your dad would have said the same." He told her.
"You just say whatever comes to mind, don't you?" She got out of the bed.
"Hey, just listen to me." He pleaded.
"There is nothing to listen to. You think very little of me simply because I am a woman but I look at you and I know you are no innocent man. You have made mistakes and done dirty things with those hands." She said.
"Which is why I am bothered. I don't want you going down the same lane." He said.
"But isn't it inevitable? You say I have got powers, that i'm destined for great things, it all means one thing, blood on my hands is my destiny." She told him spitefully.
He sighed.
"I need a phone." She said.
He dipped his hand in his pocket and handed her his phone.
"How do you have a phone?" She inquired. "Never mind." She added, walking out of the room.
After spending a while on the internet, she seemed to have gotten what she had been searching for.
While dialing a number, she walked into the kitchen. Her facial expressions foretold her evil intentions.
Patiently she awaited and then there was a response.
"Hello?" Camila spoke.
"Good evening. Am I unto Camila Ortega?" Olivia imquired.
Despite being sure it was her, Olivia was enjoying her little play.
"Yes, this is she? Who is this?" Camila had become curious.
"Please do tell my uncle José that I know what you both did and I am coming for you one by one till you beg for mercy like I begged the man in the mask you hired to throw me out the window." Olivia replied and then hung up.
Camila's eyes broadened. Her heart pounding in her chest like one pronounced guilty by a judge.
Her fingers began to shake helplessly which caused the phone to slip off her hand.
She was in a state of dilemma.
"No.. this can't be..it's not possible…it's not possible!!" Camila screamed.