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It had been a very eventful day for Felicity. And all she wanted was to take a shower and dive into her very comfortable king size bed. But as usual fate had other plans for her. It was a little after 9 in the evening, when she unlocked her hotel door. Damien had been the perfect gentleman the entire time and she was thankful for it. Gran Canaria was in one word magnificent. Damien had walked her to her door and promised to call her the next day. As she walked in, the last thing she expected was Oliver still in her room.
"Oliver? What are you doing here?" She asked, her hands on her hip.
"Do you know what time it is?" He replied, his voice thick with concern.
"Unbelievable! I am not your property okay. You know what, I am not in the mood for this. I'm gonna take a shower and when I'm done I expect you to be gone okay? Please." She retorted and disappeared in the bathroom.
Oliver had found out a lot about Felicity. Diggle had helped him and had even visited Nestor Garcia. The man was very silent the whole time that Digg was with him. John had asked him a lot of questions, but the man only said 2 sentences so Digg walked away.
Within 4 hours Oliver had discovered things about her that made his skin crawl. He didn't pity her. No. And he didn't judge. That was the last thing what she needed; to be pitied by anyone. It made him so angry that something like that had happened to someone so unbelievably wonderful and amazing. Just the thought of her being in that awful situation, made him want to do very bad things to the ones responsible. It made him want to hunt down, torture and then slowly kill them. Rage was what he felt, anger and so much more. And the thought of what she had to endure made his stomach turn, making him want to throw up. It was a good thing that Oliver didn't go to Garcia. Oliver would've made that piece of scum regret what he had done 8 years ago.
As his mind wandered to dark... to very dark places involving Garcia, he heard that the shower wasn't running anymore. She was done taking a shower. He let out a breathy sigh and watched her walk out the bathroom. Her hair was damp, her body wrapped in a white bathrobe. Oliver was watching her, when she realized that he was still there. Felicity let out a yelp, her hand over her mouth.
"What the h... Oliver! What are you still doing here? You scared the hell out of me!" She shouted in his ears.
He sighed and walked up to her." Felicity." He said, his voice coming out shaky.
"Yes? What's going on, Oliver. I am really tired... it's been a long day for the both of us. Let me have my rest, please? You need yours too. Come on, go to your room. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay." She said, her voice sounding very tired.
Felicity grabbed his hand and tried to drag him to the door, but he didn't budge. Oliver stood in his spot and refused to move. After she had tried a few times to make him move without succeeding, Felicity huffed and gave up.
"Fine! Have it your way! Stay if you want to. You know what, I have a better idea. I need a drink. You're here... so why don't you buy me a drink Oliver Queen!" She said and turned around.
She walked to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a black tank top. As Felicity wore them in the bathroom and applied some make-up, she wondered why Oliver was acting so weird. He looked so concerned and in his eyes, she saw something she couldn't quite place. She brushed her shiny blonde hair and checked one last time how she looked. Felicity was satisfied and so she walked back to Oliver.
"Let's go Mr. Queen."
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Felicity was enjoying herself, drinking and watching couples dance on the floor. They were dancing on exotic tunes. If she was correct they did salsa and the samba. When one couple did a very difficult dance move, her mouth fell open.
"Wow! That's so freaking cool!" She exclaimed and clapped in her hands.
Oliver smiled, as he watched her. And he wondered how she can be the way she is. Felicity was remarkable. It still hurt him like hell that she had to endure such horror. She was just a teenager! At that age she should have been enjoying life! He didn't realize it, but he was gripping his glass so hard that it broke into pieces.
Felicity saw it and shook her head."Oliver! Your hand!"
The bartender helped Felicity with his hand, while he kept saying that he was okay.
"Oliver. What's wrong? Since I got back from my walk on the beach, you're so on edge! And so tense. What's the matter? Tell me. Please?"
Oliver observed her and as he tried to control his emotions, he failed miserably. A tear rolled down his cheek, as he thought of what she endured when she was 17. She was just 17! So innocent and young. Why?! As he looked at her, he had the urge to take her in his arms. He wanted to hold her tightly and shelter her from the big, bad world. He wanted her to be safe and wanted him to be the one to keep her safe. Always.
"Oliver. You're scaring me. Say something. Please?" Felicity asked.
He cupped her face gently." I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I wish that I could've been there to protect you." He whispered, his voice trembling heavily.
Felicity shook her head, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Oliver, I don't know what y..." she began.
His eyes welled up and as he looked at her, he said just 2 words that turned her whole world up side down.
"Nestor Garcia."
When she heard that name, Felicity's head began to spin. Her skin crawled and she had trouble breathing. She felt so many emotions at the same time. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She wanted to cry and hit something hard!
Her throat closed up, when she realized that Oliver had gone behind her back and found out about Nestor Garcia. At that very moment, anger was what she felt. She couldn't believe that he did that!
She looked at Oliver with pain written all over her face. And with all the strength that she had, she slapped him hard on his cheek. Very hard...
"How dare you! How dare you, Oliver Queen! It was my secret to keep! You didn't have the right to go behind my back! Who do you think you are! How dare you!" Felicity shouted with tears in her eyes.
She sobbed loudly and felt so betrayed. Her case was sealed; nobody was supposed to read what was written in her file. And Oliver had obviously asked Digg to find out what it was about. She couldn't take it anymore, so she fled.
Oliver ran after her, but he lost her in the crowd. Felicity ran towards the beach without even looking back once.
"Felicity!" He shouted, afraid that he had lost her for good.
Oliver was just about to turn the corner, when he bumped into someone. He looked up and saw Damien. Oliver immediately grabbed the man and shoved him onto the ground.
"Talk now or I'm gonna break your bones! Every single one of them. So now! Tell me what you want with Felicity! I know that you are not a bellboy and your name isn't Damien. You are the son of one of the wealthiest men in Gran Canaria. Tell me! What do you want with Felicity!" Oliver shouted, his fists clenched tightly.
The man looked at Oliver and said what Nestor Garcia said to Diggle.
" That's not her real name. She's not what you think she is."
