Tragic Smile

Murder Case...

I turned and just about forced my body out the room. I felt sick and I felt like the temperature had risen in here.

What was he doing here? Why was he here? Was he here to hurt me? Why was he in Jack's dressing room? Has he hurt Jack? How was he able to get this close to me and I didn't even know? Nick...

"Help! I need hel-" I was cut off by my mouth being covered and I was yanked back in to the room. I tripped over my heel and before I could even bring myself together I realised I was on the floor and Jon was blocking the door.

"I-I'm sorry but you gave me no choice. I have a different identity and no one knows me here. You have to keep quiet." He rubbed his temples and looked at me with wild eyes. He was here to hurt me, I knew it.

I picked myself up from the ground and kept my eyes down. "Please, just let me out." I whispered. I was unable to look at him.

"I can't do that, Olivia. Not until you listen to me." He held on to the door.

"P-plea-" I was cut off with the need to be sick. I ran over to the corner of the room and picked up a small bin and threw up more than I think I could handle.

"I didn't think I would see you again." He said in the middle of what felt like my entire stomach emptying.

"I need to get out of here." I began to cry. He was going to do to me what he done to my Sid on this very day two years ago. "H-how can you even stand in front of me right now? You should be in prison." I tried to wipe my tears. I didn't want him to think he had won and I certainly didn't want to cry when he was hurting me.

"You know I didn't go to prison. I'm innocent." He looked down to the floor.

"Innocent? You punched him!" I yelled.

"Olivia, keep your voice down or you're going to attract attention." His evil eyes met mine for the first time since we saw one another.

"Are you going to hurt me?" My voice broke midway through trying to speak.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not a bad man, Olivia."

My eyes almost bulged out, "a bad man? You're the definition of a bad man."

"Everything isn't as it seems that night." He turned the lock on the door and removed the key causing me to gulp. There was no way I was making it out of here untouched.

He sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. "What are you talking about?" I whispered. I had been over that night a million times in my head there was nothing I was unsure of, whilst being awake anyway.

"Your brother." Jon paused and looked up to the celling.

My stomach dropped. What? Did he think Sid was my brother? He can't? He was in court?

"Your brother Nick paid Gary." The words left his mouth and I felt my legs give up on me a little, causing me to slid down the wall. Paid him?

"What are you talking about? Paid him to do what?" I demanded.

"Gary was- is a horrible man, Olivia. He took the money and took it too far." He looked at me with desperation in his eyes. What was he talking about?

"I-I don't understand. Why are you lying to me? Why can't you just admit you were in the wrong? You killed him!" I raised my voice again.

"Olivia please. You're going to cause a lot of issues in here." His hands clenched at his side.

Issues? Did he really think I would care who would hear? I was fearing for my life and he was clearly very unhinged.