TAYLOR, BEA OLIVIA

[charlotte]

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[rs=2]	LETS START WITH SOMETHING SIMPLE, YOUR NAME, AGE, BIRTHDAY? Hello. My name’s Bea Olivia Taylor. Well, my name’s Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea. The Olivia is a name passed down in my family. It was my grandmother’s middle name, and her grandmother’s, et cetera. As for Taylor, that’s a family name, right? No choice in the matter… Anyway, I’m nineteen and my birthday is December 24th, Christmas Eve. That makes me a Capricorn - I always follow my horoscope. AND IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME IN OKLAHOMA? Sure is. I spent my whole life in Maine before this, so pretty far away. I mean, it’s pretty different here, so different, so I’m still trying to adjust. But so far I like it. A bit hot, mind you, the humidity isn’t good for my hair! But it’s pretty small, and I like that. I didn’t know anyone when I got here, so I like how easy it is to be invisible, you know? I just need to study, not get caught up in people’s dramas. HOW WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD? I guess we pretty much had the cookie cutter lifestyle. My mom, Estella, worked as an accountant, my father, Rick, coached girls softball. My sister, Pippa, was four years older than me. It was always her and Rick as a team, whilst me and my mom got on better. Rick and Pippa were athletic, she was the star of his softball team, whilst me and my mother steered away from team sports. I could always see the disappointment in Rick’s face at my lack of enthusiasm in sports. He’d always take me along to Pip’s softball games in an attempt to inspire me, but it failed. Noting this disappointment, I took up ballet aged six. It soon became obsessive, this desire to impress Rick. I’d dance before school, after school, hours and hours at the weekend. My body suffered, I’d have shin splints and plantar fasciitis in my feet, but I never stopped. When I was eight years old, it happened. Pippa was twelve. She was still Rick’s favourite. Her softball was immense, everyone said that that kid was going somewhere, athletics wise. Her team had just won the state finals, and Rick’s pride was second to nothing. He had coached the U13s team to be Maine champions. As a treat, he was taking Pip for ice cream. Not just ice cream, but Ben and Jerry’s. I remember, being eight years old and standing on the stairs, asking if I could come. ‘No.’ Rick had said. I wasn’t state champion. I didn’t deserve ice cream. A drunk driver was also out that night. Seventeen years old, driving a huge SUV. Three times over the limit. Rick’s car didn’t stand a chance. Pippa didn’t stand a chance. They said she died on impact. They said she would have barely felt a thing. Rick was torn apart. His daughter, his prodigy, his best friend was gone. My mom, of course, was devastated, but not on the same level. Rick gave up coaching. He didn’t leave the house for months. He had never verbalised it, but we all knew that Pippa was his favourite. The affection he had felt for her was no way near that that he felt for me. Aged fifteen, our relationship improved somewhat. Well, his relationship with me improved, I detested him. I came home one night, crying. My boyfriend of two months, Chase Addlington, has dumped me. It’s so petty now. Two months.. All we ever did was hold hands and kiss behind the garden shed, out of sight of my parents. Shutting myself in my bedroom, I cried, lying in bed. Rick came in, cuddling me tightly, stroking my hair and my face and my tummy to make me feel better. He told me Chase Addlington didn’t deserve me. Chase Addlington was no good for me. Chase Addlington couldn’t match up to other men. But he didn’t me other men, he met himself. I remember his mouth on my neck, his facial hair rough on my young flesh. And the hand on my stomach moved on to places I had never been touched. Has never wanted to be touched. The abuse continued for the next four years. He had lost his favourite daughter, if this was his way of grieving, I needed to let him have that, I had thought. Guilt consumed me for those four long years. If I had just been more interested in softball, the loss of Pip wouldn’t have consumed Rick so much. At nineteen, I told my mom everything. I think, secretly, she had suspected it - the marks on my neck, the way I had become drawn and lonely. But it was something she didn’t dare questioning, couldn’t believe it could possibly be true. Well, she flipped. Screaming, she told Rick he had to leave, she spat at him, spat at how dirty and disgusting he was. Screamed at how she was going to the cops, getting him locked away for life. She said he had ruined my life, ruined his own child’s life. Of course he denied it. Questioned why his own wife would side with their lying, spoilt daughter over the man she knew. But me and mom had always been a team. His hands flew to her throat. I tried to help, but she told me to run. But how could I leave her there? And that’s when I pulled the gun. It had been purchased to use against home invaders, criminals, burglars. Now it was being used to kill my father. One shot was all it took. In the back. I had tried my best to get a vital organ. I didn’t want him imprisoned. I wanted him dead. And then I ran. WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IS YOUR BEST TRAIT? I would say my dedication: I always have to finish everything at such a high standard. I danced so many hours a day, and sure, I never made the New York Ballet or anything, but I got to grade 8, I found something I truly loved and could escape to any time I needed. And my school work. At times that are crap, most people would give up. I worked harder than I had ever done, knowing that if I did I could escape one day. AND YOUR WORST? I’m pretty stubborn. If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know. I’m bad at keeping up friendships, as I don’t really think before I speak. Some call it bitchiness, I call it honesty. I mean, if I don’t like something I’m not going to keep quiet about it, have a terrible time, and just keep sighing, insisting that I’m fine. I’ll tell you, we’ll sort it out and everything will be better. I think people think I can be a bit cold, but I’m just afraid of getting hurt. HOW DOES YOUR LOVE LIFE LOOK? Invisible. Always has been. After Chase Addlington, I never had another proper boyfriend. Sure, I’ve been with people, but I’ve never loved someone, or spent sunday afternoons cuddled up on the sofa watching disney films, or been taken on dates to the fairground. Thinking about it, I’ve never been on a proper date. The guys were more the sort of, ‘we’re both lonely, let’s be lonely together’ hook ups. You understand what high school guys are like. The thing is, I’d love to be in a relationship, but everything is so complicated. I couldn’t be honest with them, and a relationship that’s a lie? That wouldn’t be far to him. But give me a guy who’ll watch reality television and laugh at the characters with me, and pretend to like my cooking, and love cats as much as I do, then I’ll give a relationship a shot. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST TURN ON AND TURN OFF? Turn off has got to be too much facial hair. Like it’s all rough and scratchy, and I don’t want to come away from a kiss with a rash on my face. Not cute. And it often covers up, a good looking face. I dunno, they creep me out. You can’t really see a person’s face properly. Just stop hiding, have a shade! I want to say arrogance is a turn on, but does that make me a bad person? Oh whatever, arrogance turns me on, so sue me. Like guys that are overly nice, no thanks. I’m not saying treat me badly, but someone who I can have a bit of banter with, who appreciates themselves. I don’t want to be having to give a guy compliments all the time because he has no confidence. Just don’t overdo the arrogance thing! WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST REGRET? Not perusing ballet further. I had a scholarship to a dance school that I had turned down when I was nine. Pippa had died months earlier, I couldn’t leave my family in the state they were in. But, who knows, if I had taken it, I could’ve got out, and chances are I wouldn’t be living in Oklahoma under a false name right now if I had done. AND YOUR FAVOURITE MEMORY? Hmm, tricky question. I guess it would be my fifth birthday. It was before sport consumed my family life. I had always wished I had a summer birthday, and so we had a birthday party in the sitting room, but we all wore swimsuits and hula skirts and sunglasses and ate ice cream and I guess it’s was one of the last times my family was altogether. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE? Whilst having sex…come on, don’t tell me that it wouldn’t be an awesome way to die! Anyway, isn’t this a bit of a morbid question? ARE YOU CURRENTLY HAPPY IN LIFE? I’m not sure, I guess I could be. Like, I don’t think happiness can be defined through yes or no; it’s far to complicated. But call me up in two months time when I’m better settled here and I’ll tell you whether I’m happy. ARE YOU AN ORIGINAL OR A CANON? Canon. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. S'okay. Just, you tell anyone this, and I will hunt you down. Muahahaha. Okay, I'm joking, but serious, this is confidential.
charlotte. sweet 17. four bro.

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[selma]