Olivia Monologue

Olivia and Sebastian, a lovely couple who ended up together in an unusual way were sitting in their living room not 36 hours after their first son was born. Olivia’s face was glowing, so happy to be holding her brand new baby.
“Isn’t he beautiful, Sebastian? Our very own little baby, Arlo!” Olivia said, glancing from the child in her arms to her husband, Sebastian.
Sebastian, however was not as excited about their new son as Olivia was.
“Oh, yes, darling. It’s so wonderful. When’s dinner?” Sebastian responded, not moving his eyes from the newspaper.
“Sebastian, I just gave birth not two days ago! Could you make dinner tonight while I give Arlo a bottle? The doctors did say I need to relax and spend time with him.”
“Oh, it’s fine, Olivia, I’ll

Every bone in his body, and every fiber in his being was absolutely mortified. Arlo knew that what he had done was extemporaneous and unplanned. Sebastian glanced at Arlo with pleading eyes.
“Arlo, you can’t tell anyone about this,” he said, then he just walked away.
Arlo didn’t even hear it. He was in a state of shock. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. All he could bring himself to do was stare at his mother, a pile of human on the floor. A pile of surface tension that just broke inside her. Blood was trickling from her nose and gums. She was uncontrollably sobbing and didn’t seem to be able to comprehend her surroundings.
From that moment on, Arlo hated his father. He hated the fact that he let his dad hit his mom. He hated the fact that his father would even to that. He hated everything that had to do with his dad, but mostly, he hated himself for letting it happen. Arlo’s body was so full of hatred that he was shaking and scared. The constant fights of his parents were ones Arlo knew weren’t good for him, but he never thought that it would come to this. If his father would hit his mother, would he do the same thing to

He was numb to everything he was doing. He didn’t get tired because he was running on pure adrenaline. He had no idea where he was, except that he was away from home. He didn’t even think about what his father would do when he found out his son had run away because he couldn’t even think of his father as a father anymore. Suddenly, Arlo found himself near a gargantuan, dead oak tree. It seemed as if no one had seen it for years. It looked frail and weak near the top, but the roots look like a perfect place for sitting. The branches were twisted and winded all around. Overcome by anger and sadness, Arlo ran to the tree and sat on it’s roots. He sat, sorrowing at it’s roots and bawling into the ground. The more he cried, the more relieved he felt. It was as if every tear that dropped from his face was one memory of the fights his parents had were gone. All the fighting and screaming seemed to disappear and vanish as he let his emotions take the best of him. Strangely, the more he cried, the warmer he