Chapter Five

Clyde

I knew those were empty threats, if she was the same Olivia.The Olivia I knew wouldn't dare to hurt a fly, not even holding a knife to cut someone.She poked my skin with the sharpness of the knife waiting for a reaction from my part. Waiting for me to remove my hand but that just made me hard in my pants.

Little Olivia was challenging me.Although being careless like most of the time she would get hurt, she poked her thigh as well.

I didn't calculate my move, I didn't care that we were in a room full of people I took the knife from her hand put it inside the pocket of my jacket, and took care of her cut like I always did in the past. Olivia excused herself and ran away with pink cheeks. I noticed the goosebumps on her legs before she left.

"Well ,I think it is time for me to leave, thank you for your invitation." I faked a polite smile and shook hands with the enemy.

I went out of the house but my sick obsession with Olivia wouldn't make me leave. I needed to see her once more ,she was like a drug.I  knew every corner of that house, the secret entrances to get to Olivia’s room, she taught me the way herself.

There was a tree next to the window of her room, I always used that. After seven years I was climbing that tree again. Once I was at the little balcony outside her window I stood for a while there looking at her shadow while she dragged her leg around the room. I knocked on the glass and watched her taking steps in hesitation, she moved away from the curtain with a huge smile on her face and shining eyes that disappeared once she saw it was me. Who would she be waiting for? Daniel Wallas? She opened the window with an angry face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest while I made my way inside her room.

 I scanned around the room, not much had changed, she still had bears and stuffed dolls in her room. Poetries and quotes on her walls.

"Hello mister? What do you want?" She snapped her fingers in front of me.

"Oh, I came to return this." I took the knife out of my pocket.

"Although this is dangerous for you, you may hurt yourself again. I'm not sure if I should give it back." I kept the knife in the air which she couldn't reach because was short in height.

"Your hand." She widened her eyes, looking at my other hand that I had down .

She quickly took band aid with little stars placing it on my cut, while blowing it in the process.

I taught her that. I coughed a little, wiping from my face the stupid smile before putting into action the plan that I had. I caught the knife by its blade and I felt the sharpness of it in my palm but it didn't matter because I was used to that kind of pain. That sting was nothing in comparison with all the wounds that I had experienced. The other side of the knife I placed it on the skin of her chest.

"What are you doing?" She gulped taking steps back while I walked towards her like a predator following her rhythm.

Wrong move, little Olivia her back ended up against the door of her room. I locked her door with my other hand.

"I'm gonna yell for my dad." She almost whispered, but I knew she wouldn't because she would have done it the moment I entered her room.

"No, you won't," I whispered in her ear.

 I knew her body better than she did. I knew where to touch her, how to touch her even though I never had the chance to go further than that. I moved the tail of the knife from her chest in between her breasts seeing her hard nipples, she was braless. I licked my lips moving the tail of the knife lower on her stomach, and belly, and stopped right there looking at her reaction. She was breathing heavily, her lips parted, and her cheeks blushed.

From the information that I had on her, I knew she had a boyfriend for a year, 3 years ago before she started looking for me. I didn't know if they had gone further, I didn't know if she gave herself to him. She was supposed to be mine, I was supposed to be her first ,her everything.

"Did he touch you down there?" I moved the knife lower now it was in between her legs.

 "Who?" She closed her eyes.

"Your boyfriend." I spat in disgust.

"I don't have one." She licked her lips, refusing to open her eyes while I moved the tail of the knife over her pajamas in between her thighs.

 "But you must have had a boyfriend before. Did he touch you down there, did he make you feel good?"

My patience was leaving me.

 She nodded her head.

"Use words little Olivia! " I spoke through my teeth.

"Daniel?" She whispered my name before she opened her eyes and stared at me in disappointment.

"Daniel was your boyfriend's name?" I acted like I didn't know who he was.

 She pushed me lightly and I let her move from where I had blocked her.

 "No, I just, it's crazy. For a moment I thought I heard his voice with my eyes closed." She shook her head sitting on the bed.

"You heard your boyfriend's voice?" I sat next to her.

 She hadn't forgotten my voice.

"He was not my boyfriend." She laughed wiping her tears with her thumb.

 "It looks like it was someone special to you since you're crying." For a moment I thought she cared about me, more than friends.

That maybe she had loved me back. But her words reminded me why I left when my father passed away.

"He was my best friend." I closed my eyes trying to keep myself calm but images of what I heard before I left came again into my mind.

I kissed her that night, it was her first kiss, and she didn't even know how to move her lips. Her sister told me her father was looking for me and I told Olivia to wait for me. I was going to propose her to be my girlfriend. I was happy finally loved me back even though we never expressed our feelings to each other. I didn't find their father, Arthur Smith so I went back only to hear Olivia say to her sister that she would never accept to be with me.

 I felt played, didn't she refuse my kiss out of pity? Because that's what her sister told me when she saw me eavesdropping. Amara followed me outside saying that Olivia didn't want to make me feel bad but my kiss disgusted her. I asked Amara not to tell Olivia that I knew, I heard her. That same night my father died, while I was kissing the girl who broke my heart. That meant she faked very well like she really wanted to be touched and hugged by me. I shouldn't show mercy to the woman who sat on my left. I should have been with my father instead I was with her when my father needed me. She stole the last moments I would have been with my father and her father was the reason my father passed away.

I grabbed her throat and pushed Olivia on the bed. I didn't care about her fake tears. I didn't care how much I desired her body or how hard she put me inside my pants. I wanted revenge, and I would take it from her mouth, from her skin, body, and soul. I would make her life a living hell disgusting her with my kisses and touch. She struggled to break free, I wasn't strangling her, I kept her lightly by her thin neck being on top of her. I crashed my lips to hers hungrily, first, she hesitated then she responded to my kiss matching my rhythm.

Kissing her made volcanos erupt inside of me. Every forgotten feeling that I tried to murder with each crime that I made came rushing to the surface.

 "Mine!" I growled like a beast claiming her through that kiss.

Before being able to pull away from her and break the kiss. I wanted more, I needed more. I had her body right there on the bed but instead I left her there, returned home, and fu*ked another woman. Imagining she was Olivia and doing to her body every sin I wanted to do to Olivia.