Live As We Know It

{Olivia POV}

I woke up the next morning on the living room floor, laying next to Marcel, who was holding me closely by my waist. Kellyn was sound asleep on the couch, still surrounded by pillows. I groaned, stretching my arms out gently getting from Marcel's grip. I yawned and walked over, putting on my shoes and walking outside to our mailbox. I opened the little door and pulled out the items inside. There were mostly bills, so I just shrugged them off, knowing what to do with them. Then, I came across a letter with a return address I didn't know. I raised an eyebrow and tucked the bills under my arm, using my now free hands to rip open the envelope. I pulled out a nice piece of paper with my name scrawled across it nicely. I bit down on my lip as I opened it and read:

Dear Mrs. Styles,
My hopeful guess is that you know who this letter is from. If not, I am very sorry for you stupidity. That came of strong, sorry. Anyway, I am writing to ask how you and your daughter are doing since your little "accident" about a month ago. I see your husband hasn't been taken it well. A lot of fighting I see, yes? That's too bad, you two are so good together.

I truly hope my presence back in the town does not startle or frighten you. I'm just here to keep a promise. I'm here to make sure you remember the last words I said to you that day our senior year. You hurt me very much, Olivia. My first, real love and she cheated on me. The first woman I ever gave my heart to. The first woman I ever imagined spending the rest of my life with shattered me. Do you really think I was going to let you get away with that? Well, you were wrong. I'm still furious. I'm still broken hearted. I'm still in complete shock.

You seemed so perfect, so sweet, so.. gentle. I guess that was wrong, though. Because no sooner did you cheat on me, you were engaged to that Marcel boy and then off to marry him. Your daughter is very precious, though. She has your husband's eyes. She has your brother's features, too. The picture you have of your brother, Lance, and yourself in your living room is very touching. That was taken two weeks in advance of his death, correct? It's a very nice picture.

You might now be wondering how I know about all of this, and I wouldn't blame you if you were. I'm just going to say, maybe you should think twice before leaving your family alone while a mad man is on the lose.

Sincerely,
Luke B.


I gasped, looking toward the house, where I saw a figure hovering over the couch.

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