Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

Hate.

I woke up in Oliver's arms. It was the middle of the night but with the snow covering all the windows I could only tell by the digital clock between the beds. I crawled out from under him and creeped quietly out of my room and into the bathroom. My whole body felt like it was caving in on itself. I wanted answers. I craved it with every fiber of my being. I needed to know what was happening when I wasn't around - the things he was hiding. I raked my fingers though my hair roughly and removed my hand to see dozens of hairs had fallen out in my palm and around my fingers. Great. Stress. My hair is falling out because I'm stressed. Lovely. I dusted the hair off into the trash can under the counter and washed my hands, feeling dirtier than I was really. That's gonna help me win this stupid contest. Going bald. But this isn't even a contest anymore. This feels like a reality show. And I'm not allowed to leave because it's not safe outside. He said himself he doesn't know why I'm here anymore, either. I walked out of the bathroom and shut the light before returning to my room. Oliver was gone. I crawled into my bed slowly and covered myself in my thick blanket I needed without Oliver beside me to keep me warm. I was so angry at him, and scared of him too, but I forgot how nice it was to sleep next to someone. When I wished for him to come back I cursed myself, but he never did come back, so I fell asleep more angry with heart than him.

OLIVER'S POV

As far as I knew I was doing well. She wanted me there. She wanted me beside her. She was still mad about earlier, all the things I couldn't tell and me yelling at her - for which no amount of apologies could excuse. No amount of sorry could make it better so she probably wouldn't be getting any. I felt worse when I didn't apologize, and that's what I deserved for scaring her. I was showered and ready for the day at 3am. Rather than go back to bed, I made my way downstairs and turned on a movie. I lied down on the soft leather couch and propped my head up on a balled up knit blanket.

If Kylie wasn't so curious none of this would have happened. And of all things to ask me? You don't ask about your walk in the woods, or why the drink I gave you made you so sick. You ask about me. You ask what I'm hiding. Can't you turn a blind eye like everyone else? Why do you have to be so damn curious. "Three hundred years of wishing I could fall asleep, and I still haven't found a way." I sighed to myself as the sun began to shine through the glass walls of the pool room, at the very top where the snow didn't cover. Violet thought I had the snow pushed up against the glass walls of the house on purpose to keep it dark and mysterious inside. If it weren't for the snow they would have all thought it was the most luxurious retreat, so full of sun and summer fun. It was a mistake getting famous, being so old and so immortal, it would be impossible to hide the fact that I didn't age eventually, but I had a few more years to worry about that. One day, probably, I would just disappear without a trace and start a rumor that I died. Hide out until people forgot about me and start again. I rose and walked to the dinning room, taking my place at the head of the table. When the rest of the girls came down I did not address them like a teacher. I did not mention any plans. I did not speak a single word. I couldn't be bothered. I simply ate, and went up to my room. I collapsed into my bed just as my phone began to ring. I groaned, and let it ring. On the fourth call, I decided to answer. It was Jordan, yet again.

"Hey, why don't you answer your phone anymore."

"I was sleeping."

"No you weren't. First of all, fuck you. I told you to call Tom days ago about all his shit and now I'm doing everything for you. Second of all, have you been on Instagram? What the fuck dude."

"What?"

"I tagged you." He hung up. I sighed as I opened the app. Not only did Jordan tag me - all of my million followers had too. Natasha. Her most recent picture. Me. And Kylie. In Kylie's bed. Snuggling. I sighed as I felt anger rising up inside me, knowing there was nothing I could do to fix this. I just looked at the picture. She looked so calm. Happy even - though I had forced her to stay with me. Both of us were tagged in the picture, so there was no mistaking who it was. I pressed her username and it took me to her page. She had hardly posted since she'd been in England. One of her and Kendall. One of the view from their bedroom window, that I knew oh so well, and one of her in the dress that Adam gave her at the first shoot. A long black lace dress, it looked amazing on her.