Live As We Know It

{Olivia's POV}

I gasped, looking toward the house, where I saw a figure hovering the couch. I took off running, clutching the mail close to me as I dove for the door. I ripped it open, running inside.

"Don't touch her!" I screamed. Marcel looked up. He was the figure and all of a sudden I felt completely stupid and confused.

"Um, she's my daughter, too?" Marcel said, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I know.." I said, "it's just.. what?!" I looked around, breathing heavily. There was no one else in sight. Just us.

"Olivia, darling, are you okay?" Marcel asked, stepping toward me and laying his hand on my stomach as though it would calm me.

I shook my head, "I was, just, never mind." I walked toward our bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind me. I slid down the door, looking at the note. I read it over three more times, looking around the room. He was just messing with me. He was just trying to scare me. But, how did he know what everything in my house looked like? How did he know what Kellyn looked like? How did he know about my brother? How did he know about the picture and when it was taken? I didn't even know him then. I shook my head, standing up, shaking, and walked to the bathroom. I decided to take a warm shower to sooth my thoughts.

And it did just that.





That evening, I was finishing dinner and Marcel was setting the table. I had just finished giving Kellyn her bottle and put her to bed. I turned to sit the pot on the table, nearly bumping into Marcel. I let out a small scream and nearly fell backwards. This whole letter thing was really getting to me.

"Babe, are you alright?" Marcel gasped, holding onto my arm.

I nodded quickly, walking past him and sitting the pot of potatoes on the table. "Yeah, fine, why?"

"You've been so.." he trailed off, I peered up at him as he continued, "jumpy today."

"Oh, I'm just.." I shrugged, ignoring I even said anything and took a seat at the table.

Marcel shrugged, sitting too. The entire meal was silent.


After dinner, I had finished cleaning up and was laying on the couch. My head hurt like crazy, so I was just watching a movie with the volume very low. Marcel walked in, wiping his hands on a towel. He had done the dishes because I had a headache.

"Do you want to talk about why you've been acting weird today?" he asked, tossing the towel into the laundry room.

I looked up, "I'm not,"

He picked my feet up, sitting down and laying them across his lap. "You've been on edge all day today, everything's been scaring you, did something happen?"

"No, something came," I whispered, looking at the TV.

"What do you mean?" Marcel asked. I sighed, swinging my feet off his lip and standing to my feet. My headache was dying down. I walked into our bedroom, grabbing the letter off of the dresser and walking into the living room again. Marcel was still on the couch, looking confused.

I handed him the letter, "this."

He took it, giving me a glance and then began reading it. His expression turned from confused to horrified as I watched his eyes scan the paper. Marcel tossed the paper at the coffee table, looking up at me.

"How does he know all of that?!" Marcel exclaimed, standing up and pacing around the room.

I shook my head, "I don't know!"

"I've been worried about this since the last day we saw him," Marcel said, sitting on the couch.

I sat with him, rubbing his back, "now, it doesn't mean he's going to try anything, it just means h-"

Marcel cut me off, "he knows what the inside of our house looks like, Olivia, that's insane because he's never even been in here!"

Before I could answer, a loud crash came from the back of the house. Marcel and I shot up off the couch.

"Marcel.." I gasped, "that was in the baby's room.."

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