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"Please Olivia," I pleaded.
She gave a momentary silence before continuing, "Do you hate me now? Or find me less appealing now that you know?"
"I would never find you less than appealing," I replied.
"But you were angry."
"Not at you," I said as I stroked her hair. "I was angry at the fool who made you suffer."
"I don't think he made me suffer. Everything is my fault anyway," she said.
I looked at her only able to see the top of her head and nothing else. I relaxed myself and let out a deep breath. "What do you mean by that?"
"I have bad luck," she said.
The hint of seriousness in her claim threw me off.
"That can't possibly be true," I said.
"It is," she insisted; and although I was still wearing my dress shirt, I could still feel her nails digging in.
"Tell me," I said, "Tell me everything."
"It's not a big deal," she said.
"While I do not want you refusing me, and calling your past less than a big deal, I'll respect the fact that you don't want to talk about it," I said. "But I would really love if you told me everything. Not knowing enough about you, hurts me."
"What if my bad luck rubs off on you?" she asked.
"I don't think it's possible. The days I've spent with you has proved otherwise," I replied. "Please, Olivia, tell me what hurt you? I'm a doctor. I can fix it."
"So arrogant," she chuckled. "But thank you."
"It's no problem," I said. "Just let it out when you're ready."
"This is going to take a while," she warned.
"I own the hospital, I can skip today," I said then reached for my phone. "I'll have my mother watch Chloe just for today."
"Okay."
I texted my mother and asked her to take care of Chloe. She didn't question me and agreed to. A lot of Chloe's things were at her place so it wasn't going to be a problem.
"I'm ready if you are," I said as I put down my phone after I received the news that Mom would watch over Chloe.
"Here goes nothing," she said.
Chapter thirteen
From the Horse's Mouth (Part Two)
Olivia
I had never really told anyone my story besides Jason. Although Jason wasn't there for the majority of it, he was a good listener. But seeing how he turned out, I was worried about Ben going the same way. His pleading voice and his fingers gently stroking my hair made me relaxed. I wanted to tell him.
It was better letting it all out than carrying it on anymore.
I never knew my mother. When I was born, she died, and that was all. The story goes that she has Stickler Syndrome and constantly sick. My dad's AA genotype caused my birth, albeit an AS.
