𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Anger, Words & Regret

I should be happy now that I'm back after being gone for a year because of my job. I should be excited now that I'm going to be with Oliver again but I'm not, I can't.

In that one year so many things have happened that I don't want to rewind, I couldn't look at him straight in the eyes anymore without feeling the urge to cry and slap him so fucking hard.

At the same time, I also have faults that's the same as his so I couldn't bring myself to confront him like that. The ride home itself was so awkward its like its our first time meeting each other in real life.

At the airport he didn't even hug or kiss me, he just said welcome back and took my luggage not waiting for me. When we got back home not much change except a gold necklace with a round pendant laying on the living room carpet.

It had initials engraved on the pendant that surely wasn't mine.

K.H.

That's when I had enough, I march to the kitchen and threw the necklace on the marble counter. Oliver stopped for a moment and turn to his left looking down at the necklace, he didn't even say anything and went back to what he was doing.

"I came back because my job is done. I came back because I miss my friends and family and of course you, and this is how you welcome me!?" I pitched my voice and throw my hands up.

"Everytime we try to talk you always reply to me with a limit. Its like you don't want to talk to me. I sometimes ask James about you and he dodges it like a fucking bullet." My anger grew, I could feel heat throughout my body. Oliver's back facing me, not responding.

"What is going on with you?!"

"You accepted the job and left without even saying goodbye!" Oliver screamed, he turns around towering me. "You left, you left me."

"We already talked about this but you weren't listening to me! I tried so many times but your mind was left on the gutter."

"And I left in a hurry and tried calling you that day but you weren't answering your goddamn phone, so what the fuck am I suppose to do? Miss my flight just to wait for you and kiss you goodbye?!"

"So now your job is more important than us, ey?! Your fucking career is much more important now?" Veins popping on his neck, his anger rises up the same as mine, passing through the roof. His strong native accent is thick.

"If I didn't accept it then we wouldn't be living in this house. And besides, its not like you actually want me here, Oliver. I know you wanted me gone so you could do whatever you want behind my back!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Now you're accusing me of something you don't have any proof of?" Oliver lets out a disbelieving laugh.

"I do. I fucking do and I even have witnesses to it." I walk to the living room and grab my bag trying to find my phone. I went back to the kitchen and opened my messages with Annika.

She sent me few voice recordings of Oliver and James talking. I pressed play and set the volumn on max, enough for him to hear it clearly.

J: so, what's your plan now? I mean- you can just break up with her. Its not like you and her are serious. *chuckles*

O: that's the problem, James.

J: what do you mean?... Oliver?

O: she doesn't know.

J: (y/n)... doesn't... know. So she left two days ago without her knowing? Not even a single thing?

O: I couldn't tell her, If I did then (y/n) might not accept the job. She's been dreaming that job for years now and I don't want to ruin it.

J: So you'd rather risk your relationship than tell her the truth?

O: What would you do in my position then?
Then the recording stopped. Oliver stood dumbfounded after hearing the evidence he was demanding.

I closed my phone and crossed my arms against my chest, glaring at him waiting for him to say something. The truth is, I wanted to cry, I wanted to hit him so hard because of what he did but there's still part of me that wanted him to explain and mend things.

"Not only Annika recorded the whole thing, she also sent me pictures of you out with someone that was also sent to her by her friend who happened to work in that place you regularly go while I was gone." I point my index finger on his chest from time to time. My hand started shaking so I pulled away and held my sob.

Oliver finally looked back to me with teary eyes, his face rests mixed expressions, anger, guilt, regret. His lips opens turning into a smile as he hysterically laughs.

"You really are something, (y/n)." He sniffles. "You think I don't know anything? You think you're the only one innocent here, huh?!" He lets out a dry chuckle and digs his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"September 15th saturday night, out with friends. We went to the private resort that Nathan rented for the weekend, we were on the dancefloor all wasted and you, oh you decided to be a whore and made out with him backstage of the club." Oliver tosses his phone to me with a video waiting to be played.

My shaky finger landed on the button and the video starts. The memories of that particular event made me broke down, I couldn't continue watching and just threw back his phone.

"So who's fault is it now?" He asks.

"I wasn't in the right mind. I was so wasted that night I didn't even realize it was him, the next morning hit me and I felt so disgusted I wanted to throw myself in the ocean and drown. I regretted it, all of it!" I defended, feeling the pressure build up.

"So you admit it then?" Realization hit me. He stares at me puzzled. "The necklace, K.H. I know for a fact that its not mine because that is not my fucking initals."

His jaw clenches and chest rising. "Yes." He admitted. "Yeah I admit, I did it."

"Why?! You fucking asshole." I ran up to him and hit his chest with my fists, I used up all of my anger pouring it all out.

Oliver tried to stop me but I slap his hands away not wanting to me touched by him. "You asshole, I hate you I fucking hate you!"

Oliver held me by my arms slightly pulling me away from him and faces me. "You hate me? You fucking hate me for cheating while you're away when you cheated on me first while you're still here!" He screamed at my face, pure rage and hurt in his eyes.

"I wish I would've confronted you that night and broke up." He says.

"And I wish I didn't met you in the first place." I say.

Heavy breathing echoed the whole room. The two of us stared, not being able to say another word after stabbing each other with two long sharp swords straight in the heart and leave it bleeding.

Physically I couldn't get angry anymore because I was mentally tired and emotionally fucked. His eyes widens after what he said and tries to reach for my hand but I move back.

"(y/n) I- I-" Oliver swallows the lump in his throat trying to reach again but I turn my head away.

"Stop, just- stop it Oliver." I whispered not being able to raise my voice again. I walk past him bumping my shoulder on his arm and grab my bags heading upstairs.

I closed the door behind me and slide down, hugging my legs close to my chest and sob softly.