Bored out of my bipolar mind at the momet which is why i'm posting on this story again. It's the easiest to write besides Every Other Weeked but I just started that one, which if you haven't you should totally check it out! Oh, and about this story let's just say Oliver doesn't stick around much longer! (apparently I like killing people)

Chapter 22

So, I've already decided that whoever is on the side of this door, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, they are going to die a slow and painful death. I pull my robe close to my body reaching for the handle and swinging the door open.

"Good Morning!" Oliver Trask. What is he doing here?

"What do you want?" I growl. I don't want him here. I don't want anyone here.

"That is no way to great me." He frowns. Maybe if I keep being mean he'll just disappear. One can only wish. "I have come to take you out today."

"Yeah, right. Do you really think I'm going to go somewhere with you?" I scoff not letting him in my house. I don't want him here.

"You will." He gives me this really mean look that just makes me think he's insane.

"Since when did you become my owner?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Since I found out about your little relationship with Mr. Atwood." What? I just stood there stunned. Then I opened the front door wide enough so he could come in.

"Sit." I pointed to the sofa. He didn't listen to me instead he pulled on my wrists bruising them almost instantly. Once again flashbacks came back to me. Seth Cohen's face appeared. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't want him touching me. His skin felt disgusting against mine. His touch wasn't like Ryan's. His touch didn't make my body shiver. It made me sick.

"You don't tell me what to do. You're going to listen to me. Now you're going to walk up those stairs to where I assume your room is. At that point you're going to suck me off." I was scared at this point. Scared out of my mind.

"In your dreams." I said rolling my eyes. Bad idea. I felt that familiar sting against my skin. I haven't felt like this since Seth Cohen last hit me across my face. "Please, Oliver."

"Get up the fucking stairs." He growled in between his teeth. I had never thought that anyone could ever be as mean as Seth had been to me.

"Please…" I begged. Oliver attached his hands back to my wrists forcefully pushing my body up against the nearest wall. There had been a picture hanging there. My head his the glass shattering it. I felt an instant pain to the pact of my head. Tears went straight to my eyes. "Oliver…" I whispered hoping he would stop whatever he was doing to me.

"Get on your knees." I wasn't exactly sure how I could do that seeing as he had my wrists pinned up against the wall. I needed Ryan. Why had he broken up with me? Was this Oliver's doing?

"Did you make him break up with me?" I said trying to keep my voice from shaking. It wasn't working. I knew he could hear the fear in my voice, he was using that against me. He knew I was scared.

"Get on your knees!" He screamed in my face. My head was pounding. I felt something warm on my neck. I think I'm bleeding.

"Okay, okay just let go of me." I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to run to Ryan's. He let go of my wrists pushing down on my head to slide down the wall to get level with his region.

"Unzip my pants." He snarled. I took my shaky hands and put them on his zipper.

"Don't make me do this." I begged glancing up at him. "Oliver, I can't do this. Please…" Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Look, just let me get up. I think I'm bleeding and if you let me up to check this I promise I'll do this. Please just let me check my head…" I kept my voice even wanting to sound serious.

"Unzip my pants." Was all he said, again. I didn't need this. I didn't want this.

"I won't. I can't." I said firmly. Oliver stepped back a little. I wanted to push him and run but he had his weight on me so that I couldn't move.

"What's so great about him? What does this older guy have that I don't?" So, this was his whole reasoning. Wow. He was jealous. He wanted me and when he realized he couldn't have me he had to react to that. I sure hadn't seen this coming. I watched looked at Oliver's pants and realized there was something large in his pocket and no it wasn't his cock, it was something that gave me shivers. It was a gun. I sure hadn't pegged this guy to be so fucking crazy!

"Oliver…" I try to stand up. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me back down. "Please just let me go!" I cry.

"I have pictures, I have proof! I can turn these in to the police or the school board. He can get into trouble! Then you'll be mine! He broke up with you didn't he? Why do you think he did that? Huh? Apparently you weren't enough for him to get caught now were you?" He smiled evilly. I KNEW this was Oliver's fault! Ryan loved me…he wouldn't break up with me for no reason but Oliver's right. Does Ryan not love me enough to get caught? Am I really important to him? But then again I don't want him to get caught. That's the last thing I want.

"I…please you don't want to hurt me." I say to him.

"Tell me what you see in him!" He screams at me.

"I see everything. I see love, I see a future and I see a life that I could only dream of." I say truthfully.

"You could have all of that with me." He says stepping back more but not releasing his grip on my shoulders. I'm about tired of being eye level with his fucking crotch.

"You don't even know me, Oliver. What could you possibly see in me? I'm emotionally unavailable to anyone but Ryan. He's the only person who can make me believe I'm worth something. You doing this makes me feel like fucking shit! What Seth did to me messed everything in my life up. Ryan fixed that…and Oliver I'm sorry to say but I'm not attracted to you." So maybe I lied about being sorry.

"You could be."

"Can I get up? I'm feeling dizzy…" I say taking my free hand and moving it to the back of my head. I feel a jolt of pain as soon as I touch it. I'm almost too afraid to look at my hand. "Oliver…I'm bleeding." I can feel the warmth on my hand without even looking at it.

"Shit." I hear him mutter underneath his breath as I remove my hand from behind me. It's covered in blood. Well, here it goes again. I'm bleeding because of a stupid guy who didn't get his way. What's wrong with me that I attract these jerks?

"Oliver…" I panic glancing up at him. His eyes are wide and I'm currently freaking out.

"Get in the car!" He pulls me up by my shoulders and yanks my arm towards the door. I hope to God he's taking me to the hospital.