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Ky.

OLIVER'S POV.

I had grown so worried about Kylie. All the the time. Her 'anxiety problem' made it worse. When Kendall knocked frantically on my door saying Kylie was throwing up and couldn't stand and had a nose bleed, I was so angry with myself. That drink. What I gave her. I knew she couldn't handle it - especially on an empty stomach. But I gave it to her anyway, hoping that by some miracle when she showed up for breakfast in the morning that everything would be fine. Disaster averted. But I was wrong - about all of it. She knows what she saw and no amount of supernatural concoctions would be able to tell her differently. No amount of my powers. She either had to go, or had already won. That worried me. I worried for her safety, and what she thought of me, and why, and I worried she would do something drastic and out of character. I had decided over night that I would focus on the other girls. If Kylie wasn't going to make it, someone else had to. "Good morning girls." I put on a cheerful smile as I sat at the head of the table, for the first time later than everyone else. Kylie wasn't there, and although not surprising, disappointing. I thought she was stronger than that. "How did everyone sleep?"

"Like a baby." Violet, the shyest of the bunch spoke up. She couldn't have been more than 5'2" and one hundred pounds. She had pastel purple hair and hardly ever spoke, but seemed kind. Was it Kylie's absence?

"Wonderful." I smiled at her and she beamed back at me. "I'm hoping everyone enjoyed that shoot a few days ago. It was really nice to see what you can all do in a working environment, and see you working together." The only girls worth mentioning were Kendall, Perrie, Violet, Ivy, and Kylie. The rest had failed miserably. But I hadn't yet given up hope on finding their talent in other areas.

"It was so much fun." Natasha smirked. Breakfast was set down in front of us and everyone ate in what I thought was a comfortable silence.

"So when are we doing stuff for Drop Dead?" Ariana asked. Another first.

"Yeah." Nadia added.

"Well, good question. I was on the phone with my dear friend Daniel yesterday, and he, after reminding me to say hello to all of you for him, said everything was ready, but they needed to make a few more adjustments with locations and what not before we can go in. I would say next week?" Insert excited teenage girl noises. "And as it would appear, I haven't gotten to know lots of you as well as I would like to. Any suggestions on remedying that?"

KYLIES POV - Two Days Later

He's glad to be rid of me. More time he can spend with his bunnies. He's probably making plans for some one on one time with them as I speak - well, think. Surely at least Kendall must have enough sense not to be alone with him. When I finished my meal I walked down to the pool set my towel on a chair, plugging in my earbuds. I put on a mix of The Story So Far, Neck Deep, Four Year Strong, and Set It Off. I got in the pool and put my phone on the side of it, leaning my head in my arms on the edge of the pool. All I could think about was the woman. The body. She was dead. I knew it. But who was she? How did she die? Did Oliver kill her? And how did she disappear so fast? It was strange. Did it have something to do with what Jordan was saying? 'He has nothing better to do, considering all the girls he's ever been with he's....' what? Cheated on? Hurt? Killed? Did all of them suffer the same fate as the woman in his room? No. Oliver Sykes, metal band front man. Serial murderer? That's insane. I'm insane. He wouldn't. Sympathetic Oliver wouldn't. Doctor Oliver wouldn't. Pimp Oliver, definitely not. Oliver Sucks couldn't muster the brain power to get away with it. But Oliver Syko? He could do it. Should I call the police? No. I'm going insane. I laughed to myself out loud. I'm fucking mental.

"Hey," one of my earbuds was pulled out and I opened my eyes to see Oliver's tattooed shins in front of me.

"Hi." I said simply. I suddenly felt exposed, in only my bathing suit.