A Betting Game

5. Crimson ribbons.

Author's Pre-Warning:

Hi guys, I just wanted to put a trigger warning in right now, just in case the nature of this chapter may affect you.

I'm sorry!

Olivia's P.O.V.

Boys.

I couldn't live without them, yet as I pushed my way through the tree's around the large field I had found earlier that day, I realised that the could also be major assholes.

The summer air was warm, making me glad that I had chosen to wear black shorts and a thin strapped, black vest. As per usual, I had my wrists and neck decorated with heavy chains, a weight I had become accustomed to.

Tree's over head cooled the area around me, making the air less stuffy as I breathed in and out. Through a gap to the clearing, I made my way over to the voices I could hear.

Three boys lounged about on the park further into the field, the eccentric looking boy from the corridor yesterday sat on a swing, with another two sprawled out on the floor. Today, the boy wore a bright yellow beanie on his head, the colour vibrant against his unbrushed hair.

He should wear that as an outfit with the blazer.

Nathan was sat on the floor in front of him, a skateboard by his feet. I always liked a guy who could board; it was highly attractive, and in all honestly, it suited his look well.

His drunk friend from last night was laying in the grass, smoking - the sickly sweet smell of the joint made its way over to me, instantly making my racing heart calm. He had his eyes closed against the gleaming sun, and his voice carried easily over to where I stood.

Pausing just before the clearing, I kept hidden behind a large tree, listening in on their conversation as I mentally debated going out to greet them.

"I just have to get that girl," I rolled my eyes as he propped himself up using one arm. It was such a stereotypical boy thing to say; I literally had no words for it. "Nothing gets me more than a bit of skirt, you know what I'm saying?"

From where I stood, I could see Nathan struggle between being disgusted by his stoned friend, or agreeing with his words. He was an attractive guy, with jet black hair that was messy in that purposeful way; in complete contrast to its darkness, his eyes were a pale blue, which almost looked like clear glass, and his skin was a sun-kissed bronze.

I smiled as I recalled how alike he and his mother were. She had a foreign look about her, and was incredibly beautiful, despite having mothered the Antichrist himself.

"Well she's definitely more than your average skirt," The boy on the swing was now straddling the narrow seat, and I pulled a face. That was it, he definitely didn't own balls.

The stoner looked thoughtful, and asked something to his two friend, which I missed due to the buzzing of my phone in my pocket. I looked down at the caller ID, to see my dad was calling.

I hit the end call button without thinking twice.

"Her dad's the parish," Nathan was now stood, and he made his way to sit with his friend by the swings.

At the sound of his voice, my blood ran cold.

Oh, I thought. They're talking about me.

Watching as the three friends shared jokes about me, their faces lit up and animated as they chuckles and teased one another.

The brightly coloured boy was stood on the swing, a playful glint in his dark eyes.

"I'll be damned if she chooses one of you losers over me," His sentence was tinted with laughter as he balanced himself on the rubber swing.

My breath caught in my chest as I observed Nathan and his friends disagree with one another, and I ignored the buzzing of my phone yet again. My hands curled up into tight balls, as I turned and walked away.

You're a game to them...

I pushed the thought from my head, the slight pricking of tears soon turning to anger. People couldn't just use me; I was worth more than that.

You're asking for it sweetheart.

"Shut up!" I hissed the words at my own thoughts, gritting my teeth as I pushed back shrubbery and ran through the tree's and back down a path which took me along the back of a row of houses.

Eventually, the path led up a hill, away from houses and up to a low stooping church at the top. It was decorated with ivy, which adorned the wooden door at the front. To its side, was a beautiful cottage, a similar design from the growing plants around it.

I forced the door open, my heart racing as I ran up the stairs, and into a small bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I braced my hands against the sink, looking at myself in the mirror with wide eyes.

A girl looked back at me, her breathing in time with my own as her slanted green eyes stared back at me. Her red hair framed her pale face as an un-kept mane, and her full red lips were pulled up to form a sly smile, even though her eyes pleaded me to stop.

She looked wild.

Ripping the chains and bands from my wrist, I looked down at the pale and puckered skin, contrasting to the smooth skin around it.

My hands shook as I pulled a bag from the side, and pulled a silvery object out, my breath rugged. The metal danced across my arm, and soon after, a beautiful ribbon of crimson adorned the pale flesh.

It was disturbingly beautiful.

Letting out a controlled breath, I looked back up at the girl, a newly found calm reaching out to my mind. The girl had a mad glint in her eyes, yet she watched me as if calm and collected.

Laughing nervously, I sunk to the floor, feeling unwanted tears slip down my cheeks.

The crimson ribbons danced with one another, criss crossing down my thin arms and coming to a halt at my elbows. They melted into the blackness of my shirt, and I lent my head back against the porcelain bowl above me, closing my eyes.

So these boys wanted to play a game?

I could do that.

You boys have no idea what you have started...