Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Twenty Nine.

The choice was no choice at all. The message was clear. Gregory wanted me to leave Oliver or he'd kill me and my mother. So I did.

I had to cut him off completely and it was worse than losing my limb.

"Why would you want me to leave Oliver? Why can't I be with him?" I had the courage to ask and it was quickly swiped away when Gregory looked me in the eyes.

"First of all, it's not serious. Oliver won't love you. He'd fuck you and leave you so I'm saving you a little trouble. Second, there are things more important than your little crush on my fuck up of a step son. We are meant to have the best of the best while you are not. Third, I hate your pink hair. Fourth, he has more to focus on than you. I could go on and on but you look like you're about to cry and I kill cry babies. Get out." He demanded suddenly to which I complied. I scurried out faster than I thought possible. He laughed as I hastily tried to wipe my tears before anyone would see them. No one could know.

I stepped into one of the restrooms in the big mansion and cleared up myself. The deep breaths helped my red face but not my beating breaking heart. No. That one was fucked. I stepped out to Olivia who was taking a selfie with some very revealing clothes. To each her own. I wouldn't have had a problem if she would have let me be but she didn't. She gave this big smile but her eyes weren't happy to see me. The girl was a relentless bully with a low IQ. I tried to go around her but the hallway was thin so when she stepped in my way I knew she was ready to start shit.

"Yeah I just want to let you know I'm going to be so happy when you're not in Oliver's life anymore. He'll have room for more important people like myself. As a tip from someone who wishes you hell, please get rid of yourself as fast as possible." She was nothing more than a sarcastic twit.

"Olivia, if you were the last person on earth, Oliver wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole." I snarled. I'd hit my limit of the day.

"He already did, you dumb bitch." She replied triumphantly. I almost believed her. The way she said it sounded too real.

"No one likes a liar Olivia. Or maybe it's just no one likes you. I don't know at this point. Anyways, I have a boyfriend to tongue down so please excuse me." I smiled politely before moving her out of my way. I had to find Oliver.

He was having a chat with my mom about when they first met. Of course she believed that he'd stopped a burglar, while him and I knew that she just went berserk. I would have told her but I didn't want to embarrass her so I'd let the story stay the same. When he saw me he excused himself and made his way to me. I could see his concern and while a part of me wanted to bask in it the other part had to get down to business.

"What's the matter?" Oliver had asked and I almost broke down. It was something about hearing that, that made me feel like a little girl. It was what my dad used to ask me if he saw something was wrong.

I shook my head in denial but I didn't meet his eyes. I didn't want to. He'd see that there was a letter that had upset me. He didn't let me push him away like I needed to.

"No no no none of that. What's the matter with my cotton candy?" He put his arm on my shoulder and pulled my arm around his waist and took me outside. It was beautiful. No longer as chilly as earlier.

I looked at him knowing it'd be my last time day where I could be like this with him. Did I want to waste it asking him about his past. I knew it was bad. I knew he did a lot of things with a lot of girls. I heard some things about drugs. About murder. About a gang. Still, here I was wanting to be wrap him up completely and keep him with me forever. My lucky charm. I looked at the way his eyes were a deep dark green but they didn't scare me. His lips were plump and beautiful. His black hair sat like wild ocean waves. A scar on his eyebrow. A piercing on the other. I took it all in while I watched him talk. Tattoos down his arm that I knew led to his back. I wanted to focus but as I counted down our time I just wanted to make us happy.