Olivia Mason (free_olivia) wrote in palaislands, @ 2013-06-18 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | jett orrin, olivia mason |
Who: Olivia & Jett
Where: Beach Near Gatestown
When: Afternoon
What: Getting away from it all
When she woke up and wandered downstairs she’d found her dad passed out, half on the chair and half on the floor a beer spilled down his front. It was so hard to contain the anger that welled in her chest, but she bit it back and woke her dad up enough to get him into his room. They’d converted the dining room to a bedroom because he could never make it up the stairs without injury. He was too far gone to get him to change or anything, but at least now he was in bed. Already exhausted and now smelling like beer she went back upstairs for a shower.
By the time she was clean and dressed it was the middle of the afternoon. Working the late shift at the resort meant she didn’t get in until sometime after midnight. Peeking in on her dad, he was of course still asleep. Closing her eyes she had to really force herself not to get angry at him. Before she did something that she regretted she turned on her heels and grabbed her bag, keys, and a bottle of water, she left the house. Wearing a pair of boys swim trunks, a black bikini top, and a white tank top she pulled the baseball cap low over her face and started walking. She’d had to sell the motorcycle last week to make the mortgage payment because her dad hadn’t received a full paycheck. Dwelling on it wasn’t going to make it come back, it was just going to make her more angry.
Getting closer to where all the tourists shops and whatnot were located she seemed to blend into the environment around her. Nobody saw her, no one bumped into her, Olivia practically didn’t exist. Which was fine by her, a lot of the time she’d rather not exist. Meandering out of town she headed for one of the myriad beaches that surrounded Gatestown, but hopefully one that did have anyone else around. She wasn’t really in the mood to deal with people right now.
Finding a secluded spot she kicked off her flip-flops, dropped her bag in the sand, her cap, and the bottle of water. Yanking the tank top off she let it fall on top of her pile. Figuring there wasn’t anyone else around she let go of her control on her curse and so she was no longer hidden from view. Diving under the water she lost herself to the pull of the ocean and let her anger out as she swam through the warm waters. Finally she emerged and walked wearily out of the water to sit down where the waves could still lap against her legs. Leaning her hands back in the sand she tilted her head up and let the sun warm her tired muscles.