England x Reader

Olivia

"I'll tell you what happened,"

Continued....

Your POV:

"Olivia has always been very good with computers, technological devices, and all that sort of stuff. She managed to get hold of my number and sent me a message through Matthew's phone. She must've hacked into his phone or something," Arthur said. I listened intently. "She sent me a message, which seemed as though it was from Matthew, begging me to pick him up from the station because his train was cancelled,"

"Were the trains cancelled?" I asked in surprise.

"I doubt it. I stupidly didn't check, then I would've known that something was up," He muttered angrily to himself. I turned his face towards me and he blushed slightly.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. It's a mistake anyone would make," I smiled and gently rubbed my thumb over his knuckles to comfort him. He smiled appreciatively and held my hand.

"Well, I went, of course. It was only 10pm and I was still wide awake due to the different time zone," He breathed heavily as if bracing himself. "When I got to the station, however, it was deserted. That's when I started to feel like something was wrong,"

Flashback to a few hours before:

"Hello?" I called into the darkness. The station was deserted. A cold wind ran past me, slicing through my tense frame and brushing the crackling leaves across the floor, as though they were laughing at me as I nervously looked around. "What the heck is going on?" I mumbled. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, dialling Matthew's number.

"H-Hello?" A quiet voice said.

"Matthew, it's me, Arthur. Where abouts are you right now? You did say [Station], right?" I asked in confusion. I heard the patter of footsteps behind me and I quickly swivelled round. Nothing.

"W-What are you talking about?" He asked nervously.

"What? You just sent me a text asking me to come and pick you up," I replied, anxiety starting to seep into my mind.

"I haven't sent you a text, Arthur. I'm at home." His words flew through me like arrows.

"Hello, Arthur...dear~" A putrid voice sounded behind me. I shakily hung up, not even listening to the confused words of Matthew on the other side. As I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, I quickly clicked on the record button. I turned around stiffly, trying to mask my fear with a stern face.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly. My eyes flitted from Olivia's figure to my car. She was blocking my way.

"Oh, Arthur~ Why so cold? Don't you love me?" She edged closer and I backed away.

"No. I don't love you and I never will. You need to leave," I spoke threateningly. I tried to calculate the distance between me and my car, waiting for the right moment to run.

"B-But, dear, I love you. We were going to get married," She spoke as if possessed. Her eyes were lost and mascara ran down her face, indicating she had been crying. The only thing that was neat on her messy face was the blood red lipstick on her trembling lips. It really did look like blood. I felt sick as the past came flooding back to me but I stood my ground. "You're wrong. I broke up with you many years ago and you know why. We're nothing and you need to let go of the past," I tried to reason with her. Her unreadable expression was terrifying to watch, as though she could pounce at any moment. It suddenly shifted into a look of pure hatred. But then she stopped and laughed. No, she cackled like a maniac and it sent shivers down my spine. "You're one to talk!" She pointed at me with a bony finger. "You say 'let go of the past' but you're still haunted by what happened!" She said accusingly, smirking like a demon. My hands were slippery with sweat and I moistened my dry lips anxiously as she turned away during her rant. I tried to run but my body hesitated in fear. As she turned back to face me, I breathed out slowly, trying to calm myself down as I waited for the next opportunity to get away. She laughed again. "You know what the best part is?~" She sang. She stared at me, waiting for an answer.