I never did care for my family. Except for Jeremy.
My mom insisted upon telling me every day how she should have aborted me.
My dad blamed all his problems on me.
My older sister Vanessa beat me up when she found out she was pregnant.
But Jeremy. He loved me. Whenever I was hit or yelled at, he held me as I cried afterwards.
He defended me when I was blamed for something I wasn't even involved in. I loved him.
But on my 16th birthday, he was hit by a car and killed.
As usual, my parents told me I was at fault. I couldn't take it!! They were wrong. Very wrong. I told them that, and that's how I ended up with a broken nose, bloody lip, and various scratches and bruises.
So I ran away. I took whatever would fit in my duffel bag and went to my best friend Sam's house. They let me in with open arms, and I've been living here for almost a year now.
Sam is like the baby brother I never had, and Michael is like Jeremy. I always tell myself Jeremy would want me to do this. He'd make me do it to protect me, to save me.
But nothing would save me or protect me from the upcoming terror that would ruin my life forever.
The terror called vampires.
Olivia by YourWorstNightmare
Story Notes:
DISCLAIMER:
I do NOT own anyone or anything from The Lost Boys.
But I do own Olivia Ryan.
All rights go to the respected owners.
No copyright infringement intended.
: )
I do NOT own anyone or anything from The Lost Boys.
But I do own Olivia Ryan.
All rights go to the respected owners.
No copyright infringement intended.
: )
Chapter End Notes:
I know it's short, but it's late and I'm tired.
Then next chapters WILL be longer.
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Then next chapters WILL be longer.
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