OLIVIA'S POV
A lie.
It had all been a lie.
He had a girlfriend all this time?
He did.
And I didn't know about it.
I sniffled.
Of course I didn't. Who was I?
The past few days he'd acted like nothing had happened.
But what had happened?
I didn't even know. Was he wrong for the way he treated me? But Lucien was never wrong, he always knew better, right?
I mean,it was probably me who foolishly thought he was taking me out because he wanted to become more…more than just what we were before.
How could I be so stupid?
How could I have such foolish thoughts? Just because he was nice to me.
That lady, Emily Davis. She was so beautiful, she's got everything that I don't. She is all I wanna be so bad.
And most of all she was a woman who was worthy of Lucien.
I looked at my bare feet.
Maybe if my parents were alive, I-I would have….
I would have what?
I would have had a better life? I would have been worthy of him?
No, that was not true and I knew it.
My parents hated each other and hated me too.
My father was a raging, violent alcoholic who would beat up his wife and daughter for stupid reasons and my mother was a hateful woman.
She hated her husband, her life and her daughter. The only thing she loved was her job.
So even if they were alive, I still wouldn't have been worthy of his love.
I ran my hands over my face.
I was pathetic.
My mind wouldn't let me rest, the image of Lucien and that woman kissing played in my mind over and over again.
I got off my bed, stripped off my clothes and headed to the bathroom.
I needed to wash away everything.
Life had never been fair to me, from the moment I was born everything had been hard for me.
My father would hit my mother over the smallest matters and then my mother would beat me over the smallest matters too.
They never loved me and I don't even know if they ever loved each other. From the moment I could remember my father had always been abusive.
I gently shook my head, trying to not think about the past.
I turned the knob and cold water rushed out hitting my skin, it slowly began warming up.
I stood under the shower head, shoulders slumped, letting the water pour over me, like it could rinse away all the terrible things. The voices, the moments and the way it held onto me.
I grabbed the shower sponge and began roughly scrubbing my arms. I just wanted to wash it all away, my terrible childhood, all the things with Mr Leon, the hate I got at the Hale's house, the pain caused by Mr Lucien, and the way he kissed her.
I wanted it to be different.
The memories didn't go away, they stayed, playing in my head over and over again. Tormenting me.
I let out a shaky breath.
And pressed my forehead against the cold tiles, water streamed down my face mixing with the tears I was shedding.
"Go away." I whispered.
I scrubbed harder till my skin tingled.
"You're hurting yourself." Lucien's deep voice spoke behind me.
His hand moved and he grabbed the hand I was using to scrub.
How was he here? I hadn't even heard him come in? Why was he here?
My body stiffened as his naked torso made contact with my back.
"Why are you so stiff," he whispered, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair, "loosen up."
I whimpered.
How could he do this when he already has someone.
"Please leave, this is not app…."
His hand met with my cheek, cutting off my sentence.
My head spun a little from the pain and the force.
He pinched the side of my torso.
A pained cry left my mouth.
The pain burned hot and relentless.
"I-i'm sorry. Please stop." I sobbed.
He let out a low chuckle and slowly let go.
Was he enjoying my pain?
What had happened to that angel I had seen a few days ago. The angel who had complimented me, helped me put on my seat belt and helped me.
Had he truly never existed?
"Spread your legs for me." He commanded, lightly tapping my butt cheek.
I shivered remembering the last time we had done it. It was painful, I didn't like it, I didn't wanna do it with him.
I was afraid of the pain he was going to cause me.
He moved closer, his hand reached over to the knob and closed it.
"P-please…" I whimpered.
He put his leg between mine and used it to part my legs.
I wanted to resist, to cry, scream or beg but I knew it would all fall on deaf ears.
If I resisted I would only end up in more pain. The only thing I could do was endure it all till it was over.
I tried my best to focus on everything else but him. I could hear the sound of droplets of water hitting the ground.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Without a care in the world.
My mind drifted off. If I had to choose between doing it with him or with Leon, I would pick Leon. At least he didn't make it hurt like this.