My Dearest Darling

Chapter VIII - "Upset"

Part I ~ Oliver POV

Its been a week since our last quarrel. Now, my darling wont speak to me. Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Do they hate me? No, they don't hate me; they love me. They're just adjusting to their new life living in the cabin. They couldn't hate me; were soulmates!

"Darling, please say something, anything..." I mumble against their door. They also locked the door. Gosh, life has been so dismal since they stopped talking to me. They don't respond. I groan as I sit against the door of our room.

Then I fall back as the door opens. I gasp happily as I look up to see my darling. They stay silent and glare at me.

"Darling-!"

"Don't," my darling pushes me away as I go to hug them. I stand there, arms still out wide, frozen with shock. Why would they reject my advances? Do they not love me? No, no, they are just adjusting. Yes, yes, they're just adjusting to life in the cabin.

"Look, dear, I know you are adjusting, but you must stop being so cold to me. Truly, it hurts me to be rejected so coldly," I give my dearest darling an understanding smile. I know how it feels to adjust as I just moved to Ridgewood a week before them as I found out which house their mother and father were buying, and I just could not live without them.

"I'm being cold? You kidnapped me, you psycho!" they yell at me. I resist crying at their harsh words

"Darling, I know you're upset, but insulting me is not going to make anyone feel better," I reach out to them again just to be smacked away.

"Stay away from me."

Part II ~ (Y/n) POV

I hear Oliver scratching at the door again as I was thinking of ways to escape. Good news, the shackle is gone. Bad news, I am not allowed out of the house. I locked myself in the room Oliver let me stay in. He's been scratching, whining, begging, and clawing at the door. God, he's like a needy cat, except he's a psycho with no sense of personal space or privacy.

"Darling, please say something, anything..." I internally groan as his whining session of the day begins. I stomp over and open the door while he just keeps clawing and whining. He falls at my feet.

"Darling-!"

"Don't," I hiss at him, shoving his arms away as he tries to hug me. He stands frozen for a moment as he seems to process that I have personal space.

He begins to explain about how Im confused and adjusting, but I ignore him. God, hes annoying. "... it hurts me to be rejected so coldly," I hear him say.

"I'm being cold? You kidnapped me, you psycho!" I yell at him, praying he gets it through his thick skull that I hate him and don't want to be with him or around him. He looks like he's about to cry. Good, maybe reality finally hit him.

"Darling, I know youre upset, but insulting me is not going to make anyone feel better," he says before reaching to touch me. I smack his hand away from me.

"Stay away from me."