New "Song to Sing" Chapter!

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Title/Chapter: Song to Sing (05/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zac / OFC: Olivia
Genre: Love / Romance / AU
Rating: PG-13
P.O.V.: first person, switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: This is written for the Hanfic Genre Challenge
Other Notes: Sequel to Collide
Word Count: 985
Warning: Someone drops the F-bomb and that’s it.
Previous Chapters
Summary: After The Walk Tour ‘08, Olivia and the rest of Late Night Romance move down to Tulsa so Olivia can be with Zac. After entering her second trimester, there’s a tragic loss that sends Olivia in to a devastating depression that puts a huge strain on her relationship with Zac. Will they be able to overcome this hardship or will it destroy them?


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CHAPTER FIVE

OLIVIA’S POV

A few days after I talk to Zac at Taylor’s, I’m sitting in the living room with my acoustic guitar strumming out a new song when I hear a key in the lock and the door open. My head snaps up to find Zac standing there. My heart leaps with joy and just as I’m about to throw my guitar down and going running over to tackle him, he holds his hand up to stop me. “Don’t,” he says. “Don’t get happy about this. This is not me coming to make up with you. This is me coming to tell you that you need to get out. Pack a bag and just leave. You can come back Saturday and get the rest of your stuff, but I need you gone now.”

The heart that had leapt for joy just moments before is now crumbling with the weight of his words. “What?” I ask, not sure I heard him right.

“You need to go,” Zac tells me again. “Go stay with Aaron since apparently you guys are really close.” He snarls that last sentence making tears well up in my eyes.

I gently set my guitar down and move over to Zac who’s still stationed in the doorway of the living room. “Can’t we… can’t we just try to work this out?”

Zac shakes his head. “Please,” he murmurs looking away from me. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“This hurts you too,” I state, moving even closer. “But it doesn’t have to hurt. We can just forget. We can just go back to being together. Back to the way it was.”

Zac glares at me. “Back to the way it was?” he growls. “I was miserable the way it was. Do you know how hard it was to see you every day knowing there was nothing I could do to make you better? Do you know how hard it was to see you so fucking depressed all the time?”

The tears begin to trickle down my cheeks. “I’m getting better, Zac,” I tell him. “I promise you, it’s not that bad anymore. The only thing making me miserable right now is being without you. Please!” I reach out to grab a hold of him, but he recoils as if I’m a cobra about to strike. This only serves to make my heart hurt worse. “Zac, I just… Can’t you see?” I ask him tearfully. “When you walked in I had my guitar out, I was writing a song. Can’t you see that I’m getting better?”

“I don’t believe you,” Zac mutters looking down at his worn out chucks. “I just… I can’t do this anymore, Olivia. I can’t forgive you for cheating on me and even if I could, I can’t sit around all day waiting for you to come out of your emotional coma. So please, just go pack a bag and you can come back Saturday for the rest of your things. I won’t be here and you can just leave your key on the counter. Okay?”

I sniffle, nodding my head. “I still love you, Zac,” I murmur. “I’ll never stop loving you and I’ll never stop trying to make this better. We belong together. Everyone knows it.” Then I push passed him and go upstairs to pack my bag.

I pack two duffle bags and throw them in the trunk of my car, driving straight to Aaron’s and Chuck’s. I know they’ll take me in. They’ve been so good to me in the past and they’ve been so excited to see me working on music again. I know I’m getting better and they know it too.

It takes about fifteen minutes for me to get to the slate gray house and pull in to the driveway. I retrieve my bags from the back and go up to the side door and knock, tears still running down my face. They haven’t stopped since they first started back at Zac’s house… because it’s not my house anymore. It’s just his.

A moment later Aaron opens the door grinning from ear to ear. But then he notices the look on my face and pulls me in to his arms and in to the house. He kicks the door closed as I drop my bags to the kitchen floor and throw my arms around him. “He ki-kicked me out!” I stutter. “He doesn’t want me living there anymore and he said I could come back Saturday to get the rest of my things!”

“Shh,” Aaron murmurs, stroking my hair soothingly. “It’s alright. Everything’s going to be okay. Let me take care of you, Sweetheart.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me!” I sob. “I want Zac!”

“I know,” Aaron replies softly. “I know you want him back and we’ll figure it out. But you need to calm down. You don’t want to make yourself sick.”

I pull back for just a moment. “Can I stay here?” I whimper.

Aaron smiles sadly. “For as long as you need,” he answers. “It’ll be just like old times.”

While his words are sweet, it makes my heart ache knowing I had said that to Zac just minutes ago. My best friend tucks me under his arm, gathering my bags on to his other shoulder, and leads me upstairs. He sets me up in the spare room that connects to his room by a bathroom. I lay down on my new bed, curling in to the fetal position and cry my heart out. Aaron climbs on to the bed with me, wrapping his body around me from behind. He just holds me close, stroking my hair and murmuring soft words to me every so often. Soon I’m exhausted from sobbing, my eyes gritty and burning, the tears all dried up. Then I fall asleep feeling worse than when I had lost the baby.



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