Don't Save Her

CHAPTER EIGHT

Earlier today

Anger anger anger. Rage rage rage.

Oscar has never felt so furious in his life. As expected, he was extremely protective of Olivia. They were twins after all. Shared a womb and stuck by each others side for as long as they could remember.

But what he had seen made his heart drop and made him act in inhumane ways. He looked as if the mafia life was what he grew up in but he wasn't. Alani taught him respect. So the fear oozing out of liv and the tears flowing out made him want to pick each and every bone out of Mr Thompsons body.

After school

Olivia had skipped the day and spent the few hours in the corner of the library. Crying, reading and thinking.

As normal Oscar had finished first and was waiting by the car. However what was not normal was that he never went back to lesson. Instead he went to the school gym to release some anger and plotted ways to make his life a living hell.

Both Raina and Liv reached him and as they went closer Olivia called out

"Oscar... please-I don't-I just-I can't..." She stutters, unable to say the words she want.

Oscar does say anything. No. He couldn't. It felt wrong to look at her so vulnerable. Instead he looks at her emotionlessly

Raina then approached them,she was speaking to her friend and was behind them so she couldn't hear or see what was happening. Instantly she could tell something was wrong the tension and the awkwardness was horrible and suffocating. So as always she chooses silence and just gets into the car.

And this happened again when they picked up the two youngest gremlins. They knew something was wrong. Not a single word was said until Oscar reaches the diner and says he needs to handle something then quickly races off.

Liv couldn't help feel guilt for what had happened. She felt dirty and horrible knowing she was the cause of the reckless anger filled trouble Oscar would  cause.

But still. No one said anything until the stepped into the diner and all worries slipped away.

Oscar thought had murder on his mind. And not a quick one. A torturously slow, mind manipulating type suffering.

He didn't immediately indulge in some violence with mr Thomson. He wanted to mess with his psychologically first. Perhaps pull him into a safe space or a slow tease to start things off.

For half of his time out he had stalked him. Watched every thing he did. He observed the slight weariness in his step, smirking at how much his message fucked the pig up.

He watched how he stayed at home pretending to be unbothered by what Oscar told him. So Mr Thompson did his dishes, his laundry and his normal routine without knowing that the cause of his downfall was in his house.

Oscar surprisingly managed to do a lot without him noticing. Stupid bastard. Money, expensive jewellery sentimental photos and beloved items, all the thing that he assumed held feeling he took. He destroyed shit in the bathrooms and his room. The bastard of course had no fucking clue what was going. Dipshit.

So time went on as Oscar simply watched him but later discovered shit that could carry him to jail like the child porn he had recorded on the pigs laptop.