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‘Local teen Colin McDermont (16) responsible for the death of a Connecticut family of five. McDermont will stand trial, but it is yet unknown if he will be tried as an adult. Details are unclear but McDermont hit the family going well above the legal speed limit and the car fell off into an embankment, killing the family instantly.’ Details as to whether the teen was drunk driving, or distracted driving is yet to be released.'
Olivia felt her body heat up and her flesh broke out in goosebumps. She put her hand to her mouth, swallowing bile.
He didn’t. No fucking way he didn’t, and then married me, knowing how I feel about my parents, she whimpered as she looked around the wall, seeing more clippings of the family, funeral details, and more articles about the wreck.
It was never made clear what happened. Tears welled into her eyes, momentarily blinding her. Seeing the computer, she figured that it would host the answers, since it was locked in the room with the rest of the information.
Olivia swallowed her nerves, stepped forward, and wiggled the monitor awake. She bent slightly, pulling the keyboard up from the rolling shelf that was under the top of the desk. She paused briefly, seeing another password prompt. She put her birthdate as the password in again and breathed a sigh of relief as it let her in the first attempt.
Her relief was extremely short lived.
She saw multiple electronic folders and clicked on the one named Olivia. The date was late August, around the time of the storm when they’d first met. She clicked on the folder to open it, seeing image after image of herself. Sitting in her car at the diner, sitting in her car at her apartment’s parking lot, looking up to the heavens at the food bank she went to for assistance. Images of her at the bar. There were videos of her leaving her clients’ houses, and a video from the night of the gala where he had recorded the interaction with the judge.
More pictures of her from their time together, all taken while she was unaware.
Pictures of her and Allison, her and Vanessa, studying on the floor in his office, staring out the window of his building, her sleeping in bed, her in the kitchen making bread with Mary. Olivia started shaking, turning and running to the bathroom; she barely made it before she vomited, staying hunched over for long minutes until there was nothing left, and the dry heaving was over.
Moaning in distress and pushing herself off the floor, she heard her phone pinging repeatedly. Her mind burned with lightning hot betrayal. She felt used, taken for a fool.
He picked me because he thought I would somehow fix him killing that family. He didn’t want me! I wasn’t worthy, after all! I was just the vehicle for him to use to absolve himself of his sick fucking life, she screamed in her head.
Olivia’s heart broke as she realized it was all a lie from the very beginning. She tore off her wedding ring and threw it on the computer back in the room and turned, leaving her book bag by the door. She looked at her phone. Thirteen missed calls from Colin and several texts. She blocked him without looking at them.
Racing to the main house, she ran back upstairs and yanked down another duffle bag, packing it as quickly as she could. She turned and got into the safe under the island in the closet and pulled out her passport and some spare cash. It wasn’t much but it was something.
She pulled out her phone with shaking hands again, running to the bed and ripping her charger from its port in the nightstand. She scrolled through her phone until she found the name she wanted.
Gypsy, I need your help. It’s an emergency. -Olivia
She grabbed her purse and raced downstairs to the garage, throwing herself into her car and trying to click the lock for the garage doors to open. They wouldn’t open. She threw the car into reverse and didn’t blink as she smashed his favorite bike into smithereens, taking out several other bikes in the process. Sirens filled the garage as the bikes’ alarms started going off.
“Fuuuck!” she screamed. Her car beeped, notifying her of an incoming call from Jonathan. She answered, uncaring of the sirens blaring in the background.
“Jonathan, you tell him to fucking open these doors right now! He can’t lock me in!” she yelled into the phone, opening her car to walk to the garage doors to see if there was a way to get it open manually. She couldn’t see any.
“Olivia, please slow down and let him explain,” Jonathan clipped through the phone, sounding like he was running. She could hear his muffled “I got her,” to whom she assumed was Colin.
Olivia hung up quickly and blocked Jonathan, then in turn blocking Vanessa. Then blocked Aliyah too, just in case. She went through her phone and blocked everyone: Mary, Beth, Sara, Stella, and even Vincent.
Her heart was racing, and all she could feel was her heart breaking, and the burning sting of betrayal tearing her life apart right before her eyes. She hadn’t felt this kind of pain since she realized she’d lost Allison and when her parents died.
She grabbed her bags from the car, leaving the keys in the ignition and the doors opened and went back through the house and out the front door. Taking out her phone, she called Gypsy who’d answered rather quickly.
“Gypsy, it’s me. I need a huge favor. Can you pick me up? I’ll text you the address and explain on the way. I need a ride to the airport. Thank you.”
She hauled ass down the long driveway, pulling up an uber app on her phone. Breathing a sigh of relief that the gate code still worked, she hurriedly paid online for a cab service to get her immediately and took her to the address she’d given Gypsy.
Thanking God that her debit card still worked.
***
Six hours later Olivia was sitting in an airport terminal.
She’d withdrawn a bunch of cash and moved her two hundred and fifty thousand dollars from one bank to another that was completely in her name, fully knowing that the transfer might not go through until next week. Hence her need for cash. She’d gotten a burner phone at the airport, tossing her cell in the trash after programming necessary numbers. Looking over her documents, she’d glanced again at the fake ID, passport, social and travel documents that Gypsy was able to give her on the fly, due to her lawyer connection.
The process took a little longer than Olivia expected, she’d wanted to be in the sky and well on her way out of the states by now. While she was in Gypsy’s lavish apartment waiting for the lawyer to process her documents, she took advantage of the extra time and dyed her hair a deep mahogany brown.
She fought like hell to keep the tears at bay, calling on years of practice oppressing her emotions to assist her in not breaking down in public.
