I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 11

He bit his lower lip, mirroring me. His lips twitched into a smile, trying to hide his amusement the moment he sensed me turning red.

"you're something aria." he said dryly and to my surprise, he leaned down for a quick kiss on my cheek, again... before getting off me and heading downstairs. What? I laid there motionless. When did this whole kissing thing become a habit? each time I felt his touch, Fireworks would appear. I know it sounds cheesy but it's true! it felt so magical. Ugh! I dont get it...he looked uncomfortable when he kissed me the first time but now its okay? so its not cause he has a girlfriend? then why did he feel so bad... ugh this is so frustrating!

After a few minutes or so, I heard the door bell ring and it startled me. I groaned and I dragged myself out of bed. I walked down the stairs and stopped half way to see the gremlin in our kitchen. Oh great...I rolled my eyes and made my way downstairs. Oliver must have opened the fucking door for her...

I slumped down onto the stool next to oli and stared blankly at her. My mind hasn't woken up yet.

" is everything okay today?" she asked. Looking at the both of us impassively.

"yeah..." I glanced at Oliver. He seemed normal. But I didn't. I stared down at my knotted fingers, wondering why he felt that way when he kissed me. Yes, yes I know it's such a trivial matter but it matters to me. And Yes, I am one sensitive bitch.

"er...by the way Goodmorning Ms grey." she flashed me a grin. Ew, just stop. I cringed at her and Oliver stifled a laugh the moment he saw my disgusted face.

She cleared her throat "Uh Ms grey, would you consider wearing some pants?" she asked uncomfortably.

Oh fuck off. "no." I simply said and stared at here, folding my arms as I did.

Oliver snickered and a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Very well then." she said. Looking rather annoyed.

"Im here to announce your first activity as a pair." she smiled to herself. Oh this can't be good...

"This activity will possibly scar someone for life, unless you can do something about it." She narrowed her eyes at the both of us.

what the? what does she mean by that? I stared at Oliver and we exchanged worried looks. Scar us for life? I frowned at her. She pulled out a small hat and in it contained several strips of paper. She placed it in between the both of us.

"Chose an activity." She said and pushed the hat towards us. This can't be good...

"You do it." I said to Oliver who looked panic stricken. He hesitated for a moment and then slowly pulled out a strip. I swallowed hard and my eyes never left that piece of paper between his fingers.

"Well, go on. What activity did you get?" she asked.

Oliver slowly opened up his piece of paper with shaky fingers. My stomach was churning and I felt like throwing up. The second he read what it said, he turned pale. Fucking hell. He just stared at me. His eyes turned red and he froze.

"Murder." he whispered. The colour drained from his face and he looked as though he was about to pass out. What is this the hunger games? I was speechless and breathless. I gripped onto the end of the table tightly to stop me from falling over.

Oliver's jaw dropped and he was paler than ever. Honestly he looked like a fucking corpse. No this can't be! my eyes starting to sting and I too turned pale. He pushed the piece of paper towards the gremlin with trembling fingers. My breathing got lighter by the second and I felt like I was about to die.

She looked as slightly devastated.

We had to get out of here. This island was hell on earth.

After what seemed like forever, the gremlin broke the silence.

"Just so you know, people have survived this night. There is hope." She pressed her lips into a hard line.

What kinda sick dip shit would come up with this?!

"Why would you even do something like this?!" Oliver snapped, glaring down at her. He was absolutely disgusted.

She completely disregarded his question.

"You would have to fight and try to stay alive. Help and protect eachother."

"From who?!" I exclaimed.

"2 of our men." she says. TWO?! My face changed, it almost seemed like I've seen someone get skinned alive.

"What the fuck is this?!" Oliver yelled at her. His face was getting redder by the second. He was this close to giving her a blow across her stupid face.

"I didnt come up with this Mr Sykes so mind your words!" she scolded him. He clenched his jaw and that same serial killer ish look appeared back onto his face.

"it will happen after 8pm. You wouldn't believe me but I did try to stop them from coming up with such brutal activities." she sounded apologetic. My head felt light and i was close to passing out. What if we weren't lucky. My heart started pounding and everything around me was staring to get blur. I stared at Oliver who was now pacing back and forth, looking devastated. I blinked rapidly, trying to absorb all of this and tried to hold myself together. This is happening. We might die tonight. This is it. This is happening.

"listen, they will be armed with knives. And so will you." she pointed at the knife rack that was beside the sink.

"If you're forced to use them, aim for the neck. That is all I can say. I wish you both the best." and with that she swiftly packed her bag and left for the door.

The second the door shut behind her, Oliver whipped his head towards me. The both of us just stared at eachother. We didnt know what to say. His brows creases furiously and it seemed like he was lost for words. I was scared shit myself. It was already noon and we had about 7 hours left. I slowly stood up from the stool and my legs were trembling. Without a second, he jogged towards me and pulled me into his arms, squeezing me tightly. Why was this happening to us? out of the 64 million people, why us? I miss my family so fucking much. I just want to go home. I don't want to go through this. This is bullshit!