Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2009 18:23:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alicia Taylor <nittyismyname@yahoo.com>
Subject: Real Love part 12

The disclaimer is located on chapter 1.


Chapter 12.


"If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?"
-the Wizard of Oz


"I don't know what to do with you, Oliver.  I really don't.  I have put so
much time and effort into making sure that you were raised right.  And then
you pull something like this.  It's not only immoral, what you've
done...it's unmentionable!"

Henriette had to force her legs to stay put.  Though she knew that Olli
wanted only the simplest of gifts: assurance and comforting, she also knew
that that wasn't what he needed.  She hid her true emotions often, as they
would get in the way of the task at hand.  Henriette saw things in black
and white, right and wrong.  Her opinion was uneasily swayed.

A clock on the wall, ticked in time with the beating of the woman's heart.
As she recalled the recent, troubling events that her son had blatantly
shoved into her face, Henriette's fury grew slowly...like a beast that had
finally been awoken from a long hibernation.  An itchy, uncomfortable
hibernation; in which she had forgotten to bring a blanket...and bug
repellant.

The small amount of sympathy, she'd once felt for Olli, was quickly
replaced with overwhelming outrage and a need to make him see the error of
his ways.  Henriette would not let Olli ruin his life.  Not after she'd put
so much of herself into constructing for him, the life that she'd always
wished she had.

Her fortunate son, Oliver; the young man who lived in a beautiful,
expensive house.  The boy who had traveled the world.  The boy who was
never forced to wear a single pair of hand-me-downs in his life, the boy
who's future was as bright as a shimmering star...the boy who kissed
another boy.  Henriette shook her head.  `This definitely won't do!'

"Ever since we arrived here, you've broken a new rule each day...and each
day, your actions grow more and more alarming!  Are you testing us, trying
to see how far you can push us?  Are you purposely trying to hurt me?  And
what about your father?  I had to stop him from sending you away.  He
doesn't want to live under the same roof as you...and believe me, I partly
share his sentiments."

Henriette was trying to get through to her son; to knock some sense into
him, but once again, he stood as still as a stagnant pond and didn't react.
She wondered what Olli was thinking as she took in his stance.  He looked
like one of those human statues one sees in heavily tourist-filled areas.
The statues that paint their entire bodies in silver and hide any signs of
life from the outside world, as they fight to keep still.  "This is your
last chance, Oliver.  It's shape up or ship out!"  Still no reaction.

Henriette sighed and thought, `Maybe if I bring up a fond childhood memory
of his, he'll respond appropriately...feel guilty for putting me through
this.'  Henriette tried, but she couldn't recall a single specific happy
image of a younger Olli.  She was sure that they were there, locked into
her subconscious, but alas, none came to mind at the moment.

Quickly changing her tactic, Henriette tried to capture her son's
understanding by grasping out desperately with her words.  "I've given you
everything you've ever wanted."  `Except affection and unconditional love.'
Olli thought as he stood, partially leaning against the windowsill; in his
drab, undecorated bedroom.  He was only halfway listening to his mother
prattle on about how much of a disappointment he was, for the millionth
time.  `Apologize and maybe she'll go away.'  Olli's voice was barely
audible as he spoke.  "I'm sorry, I..."

The beginning of Olli's apology let Henriette know that he was feeling at
least somewhat guilty.  She fed on his guilt; was regenerated by his bad
conscience.  Henriette went in for the kill.  "And I want to know what
possessed you to stay out all night with those strangers, when I
specifically told you that you were not allowed to talk with your
classmates out of school?  As were the agreed upon terms of you being able
to attend a public school!"  Olli looked out the window and into the
sapphire sky; there was a bird soaring freely in the distance.  He wondered
how high of a jump it would be, if he were to try to escape.

"I know what possessed you!  It was that degenerate boy!  He has caused
this family so much heartache...it's immeasurable.  He has wormed his way
into your mind; making you do the unimaginable, for his sick pleasure.
Christ, what I would do if he and I were face to face again!  You know it's
not natural?  Tell me you know it's not right what he did to you."  Olli's
body was suddenly filled with a terrible urge to tell his mother to "FUCK
OFF", but he suppressed it.

"Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"  Henriette took a
commanding step towards her son and demanded, "Oliver, look at me!"  Olli
turned to look at his dear mother, with a hot anger burning through his
eyes.  His skin was writhing with animosity and woe.  Olli could take a lot
of things, but he wouldn't listen to his mom deface Christian any longer;
no matter what the consequences entailed.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with what we did."  Olli braced
himself for Henriette's reaction.  She was speechless at first, but that
didn't last long.  Henriette used her pointer finger to better express her
feelings.  "You need help!  You really do.  Can you even hear yourself?  I
don't think your father and I will be able to care for you on our own, if
you keep on down this path to...I don't even want to say where you're
headed!"

"Don't you want me to be happy?"  Olli knew what her answer would be,
before he had even asked the question.  "I want you to be responsible, and
knowledgeable, and an upstanding member of society, and if that boy is what
makes you happy...then no!"

Henriette looked at her son with disgust.  "I don't even want to know what
you were doing with him all night."  "We slept."  Olli said honestly.
"Just the thought of seeing you and him...in that car...it's enough to make
me sick."  "We were kissing!  All we've done so far is kiss and you're
acting like I'm running around, whoring myself out to every guy on the
street!"

"What did you mean by so far?"  Olli was surprised that his mother caught
his little slipup.  As he nervously exhaled, Olli gave up on his mother.
He let her go like the shallow breath that had recently escaped from
between his lips.  He realized that she would never understand.  Olli told
her the full truth.  "I think...I love him."

"I'm not going to stand here and listen to this any longer, Oliver!  I
didn't realize you were this disturbed."  Henriette had to bite the inside
of her mouth to keep from smiling, as she continued.  "We're going to have
to move."  Olli's attention, which had just recently returned to his
bedroom window, was immediately given back to his mother, as his head
snapped around to meet her gaze.  "Don't say that.  Please?"  Olli was
almost begging.  "It's a good thing you're still packed, because we're
leaving as soon as I'm able to secure another house."

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"Are you ready to do this?"  Olivia asked as she pulled her silky hair into
a ponytail.  "As ready as I'll ever be."  Christian said in his most
dangerous voice, as he pulled a black beanie over his sexy hair.  He had
thought that Olivia's request that they wear matching outfits was
ridiculous, until he saw how cool they looked in their all black ensembles.

As they approached the gate, Olivia started making hand movements that
Christian couldn't understand.  "What are you doing?"  He whispered.  "I'm
trying to...ugh, just listen.  Now, Olli doesn't know we're coming."
"What?"  Christian said, a little too loudly.  "Shhh!  It's better this
way."  Christian's anger was clearly visible as the middle of his forehead
crinkled up.  He then glared at the girl with his pretty, blue eyes.

Olivia laughed in her head.  `Wow, how intimidating, Christian!'  She
thought, sarcastically.  Olivia continued speaking.  "Trust me.  The other
day, Olli gave me the secret code to the gate, so I could visit him at his
window."  Christian looked at Olivia like what she was saying sounded
totally insane.  "Don't ask!  I guess Aunt Henriette won't even allow ME
into her house.  So, the whole gate thing will be a cinch.  It's the guard
at the front door that we really have to worry about."

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