If I Could Turn Back Time

If I Could Turn Back Time

Sophie and Oliver's Story

There is now a SEQUAL: (About Oliver's Sister)

Chapter 2


I was frustrated. Wouldn’t you be?

I got weird looks from the students on the bus; I was unfamiliar to them, an outsider.

But I didn’t care about that; I cared about Oliver.

Ever since we had started dating, he would barely ever hang out with me on Fridays, and when he did it was a brief conversation then he would leave, giving no explanation.

That’s what worried me. I knew he loved me, and I felt the same way back.
But was it possible Oliver was cheating on me?

As the bus pulled over at the bus stop at the end of my street, I hopped out, walking down my street.

A street that Oliver and I had shared since he had moved here, which was years ago.

I had to pass his house in order to arrive to mine, and I walked, looking at the ground.

I heard a door open, and I looked up to see Oliver coming out of his house heading for his car, oblivious to the fact that I was right in front of him.
“Oliver…” I blurted, and he looked up at me in surprise. “Why can’t you meet my mother? You’re right here, and we can walk over together.” I prodded, trying to hide the frustrations and fear that had bubbled up in the past half an hour.
Oliver sighed, and I felt pain.

Did he really dread going to my house and meeting my mother that much? Was I being a good girlfriend forcing this on him?

“Sophie, I can’t-”

“Oliver, relationships are built on trust. I think you of all people would know that.”

I lost control, the tears I tried so hard to hold back reaching the brim, rolling down my cheeks.

“Sophie… I love you. I swear!” Oliver promised softly, giving me a hug.
“Then come with me and meet my mother…”

I looked up at him sombrely.


Oliver gave in, wiping my tears away, before giving me a peck on the lips. I gave him a half-smile, before walking to my house with him, hand in hand.
We reached my front door, and trailed inside, Oliver following me the whole way.

“Mom. Oliver is here!” I exclaimed, and my mother came out of the kitchen, heading towards us at the front door.

“Hello Oliver. I am Sophie’s mother.”

My mother introduced herself kindly, smiling sweetly. That was the way my mom was, and I loved her so much for it. She rarely lost control. The only time I had ever seen her get actually angry was once.

“Stop it! You’re a pain and you can never do anything right! I wish it was still the time when women were slaves, at least then they would show a little respect!” Shouted my father, glaring at my mother.

“Bart. Get Out.” My mother replied in a quiet voice. Quiet but deadly.

“This is my house. Pack your bags and you can leave.”

Right then, my father slapped my mother. Beatings that she had gotten all the time, but the only one I had ever seen happen.

“Excuse me?! You think you can go hitting woman! You think you’re the boss! You’re just a stupid pig! A sxst one, too!”

And my mother had continued with many swear words, before she had called the police.

Ever since then, she had been the kindest woman around.

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