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 3

Uninvited Guest

I could hear my heart beating in my chest.

Oliver’s eyes met mine. They were tender and a slight spark of worry was laced underneath them, but as quickly as it had appeared it vanished.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m sorry I hadn’t met you sooner.” He paused to wrap her in a tight hug. “I’ve been missing out.” He said with a wink. “It’s clear where Sophie gets her good looks.”

I grinned, unable to contain it.

My mother’s eyes widened and then she smiled.

“I like this one.” She half whispered.

This one… I hated those words.

My mother was going to turn forty in little more than a month and sometimes I felt like I wasn’t doing enough for her. She was happy when I was but sometimes her eyes would rest on something and she’d be in her own little world for a long time. Her eyes were always sad then…

I’d always thought she was thinking of my father.

“Glad to be of service.” Oliver said with a deep bow.

I laughed out loud and when next I breathed in I smiled.

It smelt like cookies and sweets. It smelt like home.

My mother’s eyes lit up and I couldn’t help but smile wider. My mother was indeed the sweetest woman I’d ever known.

“You can call me Stephanie, sweetheart.” She said in her singsong voice.

No one could sing like my mother.

“I made us dinner and maybe some desserts.” She continued with a wink.

Oliver squeezed my hand and took his time looking around.

My mother had always enjoyed the classic feel to a home and so the whole house was covered in antiques. She made sure they were well taken care of and polished, but her most treasured antique was a piece of furniture. The white couch had been my grandmothers.

Oliver looked around the living room in awe.

The white couch was facing the fireplace and there were two antique bookshelves on either side of the blazing fire. They held my mother’s most treasured books. Reading was not one of her hobbies, but she had made sure to read the classics.

The carpet was a light tan color and was always kept clean. Nothing in the house was ever messy.

I reached down to remove my shoes and Oliver mimicked my actions; still in awe.

“Right this way.” I said softly with a grin.

I gave him the grand tour and told my mother we’d be in the kitchen in a few minutes.

As soon as we made it up the stairs, I turned a corner to the right and pointed to the door.

“That’s my room, but I warn you now there are no antiques and it is a bit messy.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Knowing you it’s probably spotless.”

I smirked, but opened the door.

“Damn, I knew you liked blue but wow girl.”

His eyes traveled from the blue sheets, to the blue curtains, the light blue carpet and the stars on the ceiling.

“You have--?”

“It makes me feel like a little girl.” I said defensively.

He laughed, pulling me close into a hug and kissing the top of my head affectionately.

“Do you were perfume?” he asked suddenly.

“Sometimes,” I admitted, “Unfortunately, I didn’t today.”

I looked up into his eyes.


“You just smell really good that’s all.”

I moved out of his arms and twirled.

“I’m just good like that.” I said with a wink.

He chuckled.

“Dinner’s ready.”

I smiled looking passed Oliver at my mother.

Her eyes had never lit up so brightly before.

“Come on, Ollie.”

I took his hand and followed my mother downstairs.

The table was set beautifully; flowers were even set in the middle. They were roses, my favorite.

Fifteen minutes later we were all laughing. Memories from my childhood were thrown out there. Embarrassing moments and pictures of course were shown to Oliver much to my displeasure.

“I wish we could stay here all night and eat!” I blurted out.

Oliver’s smile faded and his eyes fell to his watch.

He cursed under his breath but not loud enough for anyone else to hear it.

“I’m sorry, but I really have to go. It’s getting late.”


“It was nice meeting you, ma’am.”

“Stephanie.” My mother corrected. “It was nice having you. Come back anytime.”

He got up quickly. His hands were shaking and alarm rang through me.

Something was wrong.

He was out the back door before I could protest and I got up to follow.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, Sophie. You couldn’t have chosen anyone better. He’s perfect for you, sweetie.” Her words barely registered.

“Thanks, mom. I’ll be back.”

I ran for the door and in my haste, I forgot to close the door.

It was a costly mistake.

I saw a flash of his curls in the woods. Without a second thought, I ran to follow.


Nothing could ever prepare me for what I saw next.

Eyes that looked like Oliver’s suddenly appeared in front of me, but they were not human.

Something that looked like a deformed wolf growled at me.

There was something in those eyes though; a struggle was clear, a battle.

I screamed.

Its fur was curly and brown. Its teeth were far larger than any normal wolf. The back seemed to rise a bit higher in the middle than the rest and a long snout jutted out dangerously.

The trees around me blocked any light from reaching me.

The wolf circled me with a sad look in its eyes that had appeared suddenly.

It started shaking and before I could do anything it lunged.

I dropped instantly, but he was not anywhere near me anymore.

He was running towards the house.

“Mom!” I yelled in agony.

I ran into the house just as quickly as the wolf had.

The wolf banged around the living room; destroying every thing dear to my mother’s heart. The beloved antiques were broken and scattered in pieces on the floor.

Then he stopped and breathed deeply; shaking terribly.

He howled in agony as if it was causing him physical pain to be doing this.


“Mom, run! Run!”

Everything slowed down.

My mother’s voice set the wolf off again and he lounged for the table.
She wasn’t anywhere near it but as the wolf hit into the wall beside the table, the glass above my mother’s head rattled.

Then the wolf howled again, but this time it was high pitched and ear piercing.

The skylight above my mother’s head vibrated and before I could yell out a warning to move, the glass shattered.

I watched as the glass pierced my mother's skin.

Blood was everywhere.

The wolf started shaking but I did not turn to him. I ran to my mother.

She, too, was shaking uncontrollably.

Blood stained her beautiful skin.

Her eyes fluttered.

“Stay with me, mom. Don’t leave me. Stay! I need you.” I yelled out in agony.

“Don’t go! NO!”

She struggled to open her eyes; for all she was worth.

Her last words would haunt me for years: “Forgive him.”

Then the light that had been so bright in her eyes minutes before died.

I was holding my beloved mother and she was dead…

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