Hi readers, this is a one off story,
Hope you like it
MELD.
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"Oh for Christ sake Ollie, will you put your face straight, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing Dad, I'm fine," she replied, looking glumly out of the window as the car took the turning for Plumford.
"It's only for a couple of days, it wouldn't hurt you to have a little more consideration for others, your Nanna hasn't seen you for months and you know she's not been very well recently," Brian said, giving his daughter a stern look.
"I know that, but me and Kyle were-"
"I don't want to hear about bloody Kyle, I've never liked that lad, he looks a right shifty little bastard."
"Oh God, here we go," Olivia groaned, "don't start."
"Well, bloody hell, I don't know what you see in him, ratty faced little shit."
"For fuck sake Dad, give it a rest!" the young girl snapped.
"Oi, less of the attitude young lady, and you'd better not use language like that in front of your Nanna."
"I don't, she doesn't get on my tits like you do!" she scowled, turning to her mobile.
"And don't spend all the time on that bloody thing ignoring her, you're supposed to be keeping her company," Brian mumbled.
"I won't, oh for God's sake!" she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"You used to like coming down here when you were a kid."
"I know, but I'm not a kid any more Dad, I'm 20," Olivia sighed, "It's so bloody boring round here."
This was true, Plumford held little excitement for a girl of Olivia's age; it was just your typical English village, a church, a couple of pubs, and a few shops. Most of the people were snobby, nosey or just plain weird; the village itself was nice enough, one of those picture postcard sort of places, but it was just so dull and the thought of having to spend a weekend there didn't really appeal to her. She suspected that her Nan probably wasn't as poorly as her Dad had made out and it was just a tactic to get her away from Kyle, but it wasn't going to work, she was determined to stay with him whether he liked it or not, besides, this was nothing new, he'd never liked any of her boyfriends, no one was ever good enough for his little girl.
"Here we are," Brian smiled as they pulled up outside his mother's house. Maggie was already standing at the front gate, perched on her walking stick.
"Hi Mum, how are you?" he asked, hugging the frail woman.
"I'm okay, hello Ollie thanks for coming love."
"Hiya Nanna," she smiled, kissing her on the cheek.
"I'll just get the stuff from the car, Mum."
"Okay love, me and Ollie will go inside," Maggie replied, hobbling up the path, "I haven't seen you for ages luvvie, are you still playing netball?"
"Yep, we won the other day."
"Oh, well done.".............
As her Dad and Nan gossiped about the rest of the family, Olivia strolled out of the house and into the back garden; she looked out over the hedge to fields beyond that stretched all the way to the railway line, remembering how she used to have adventures in them when she was a child; she would play in them for hours, usually until it was almost dark, it seemed like a lifetime ago. She smiled as the memories came flooding back, but it soon faded as she thought about the weekend of boredom that lay before her; she shrugged and made her way back into the house.
"Right Ollie, I'm off now," her father said gruffly.
"Alright, see you Monday," she smiled, giving him a half hearted hug.
"Okay, and behave yourself, I don't want to hear that little shit has been anywhere near my mother's house, if I find out he's been here I'll wring his scrawny little neck."
"Dad, will you please leave it, just go!" Olivia moaned, exasperated.
"Well think on, I'll see you Monday."
"Yeah, bye."
With that, he stomped off down the path, got into the car and drove off.
"He's just worried about you luvvie," the old woman smiled.
"I know, but he's doing my head in Nanna," Olivia stormed.
Picking up her bags in the hallway, she stomped off up the stairs, into the spare room and flopped down on the bed. "Two days stuck here in the village of the damned, I'll go round the fuckin' twist!" she groaned.
She got up off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, she was a short girl, about 5' 4'' with brown eyes and brown hair cut into a bob; her figure was quite slender, somewhere around a size 10 with small boobs and cute pert bum which Kyle never seemed to tire of grabbing. Her angelic face gave her a look of almost saintly innocence, which to be fair was well deserved; she had always been a pretty shy and quiet sort of girl with a small circle of friends, most of which were in the netball team. It was only when she met Kyle she had started to be a little more outgoing and a lot more argumentative, much to her Dad's annoyance. Dressed in a baby pink t-shirt, blue three quarter length jeans and a pair of white pumps, she placed her hands on her hips and admired her reflection.
"Ollie....Ollie love."
"Coming Nanna," she sighed.
She sloped back down the stairs and into the sitting room.
"Could you do me a favour love, nip down to the shop and get some milk please?"
"Yeah, okay," she shrugged, trying to muster a smile.
"Thanks luvvie." Maggie smiled, handing her the money.
Closing the front gate behind her, she ambled off down the lane into the village, it was just past midday and the July sun was beating down, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, just a gentle breeze that offered little relief from the heat. 'Oh well, I could sunbathe this afternoon I suppose,' she thought as she strolled past the church. Crossing the road, she walked round the corner and headed for the shop; she was just about to step inside when she noticed a beautiful old motorbike parked just a little way down the road. A reminiscent smile spread across her face as she remembered the old bike Uncle Jerry used to have, how he used to let her sit on it; not that she'd ever been on a moving motorbike, her Dad would never have allowed that! She stood looking at the bike, totally unaware she was being watched.
"Nice, isn't it," said a voice behind her.
Startled, she spun round to find a dark haired woman in leathers smiling at her.
"Erm...yes it's beautiful," Olivia replied nervously, "is it yours?"
"Oh no, I always walk round in leathers and boots carrying a helmet, course it's mine," she laughed.
"Sorry...stupid question," the young girl smiled awkwardly.
"That's alright; I've not seen you round here before."
"I'm staying with my Nan for a couple of days."
"Oh right, whereabouts?" the biker asked. "Chelford Lane, the cottages."
"Oh yeah, I know," she nodded, "What's your name then?"
"Olivia."
"Olivia, ooooooohhh very posh!" the biker smirked.
