Playing Games

Chapter 25

LOGAN POV

My stomach sinks as soon as the words Savannah said to me replay in my mind, echoing a thousand times. I want to yell to release my anger, but I know I won't be content until I actually take it out on something.

Or someone.

Olivia has already ruined a portion of my life when we were together, and now she's trying to ruin the rest by getting in between Savannah and myself. The fact that she had the audacity to come in here, running her mouth and starting a fight with her makes my blood boil.

The second she put her hands on Savannah, I already knew that she wasn't going to get away with it.

I thought that Olivia never wanted to see me again, or never step foot in this apartment, but I should've known that she was bluffing. Whatever chance she gets, she tries to make a big scene out of literally anything.

I will not let her continue to negatively impact my life.

It doesn't take long for me to get to her apartment, because I basically know it by heart. I stomp my way to her door, and I burst it down before staring at her, and staring at her makes me scowl.

Olivia looks petrified, and she should be. I guess I didn't make it clear what would happen if something else got in between Savannah and myself, especially if Olivia thinks that she's going to do that just so that I'm miserable.

"Logan, what are you doing here?" She asks, and that little tremble at the end of her question makes me smirk.

"Well, thanks to you, Savannah walked out on me. Y'know, just because we didn't work out doesn't mean that you can ruin what I just started with someone who genuinely makes me happy." I yell, feeling my hands begin to shake, and I ball my fists even tighter.

"Oh, please. Savannah doesn't make you happy at all, you just want another girl that you can bang and act like you love before you get tired of her and find another girl to do the same things with." Olivia contemptuously says, and I feel something move through my blood which makes me even more furious.

To intimidate her even more, I get closer to her, towering over her little body. She still isn't getting the point, and I'm not surprised.

Of course the little bitch doesn't listen.

Once I feel her hand make contact with my cheek, and as the stinging becomes intense, an inhuman sound comes from my throat as I grab her, tossing her onto the couch like she doesn't weigh a single ounce.

She tries to escape my wrath, but I get to the couch before she can stand. My fist connects with her jaw, and she cries out in pain as I do it multiple times. I don't care if she's in pain, she shouldn't have come near Savannah.

Olivia begins to screech, and the sound makes me want to glue my ears shut because it's so loud and annoying. To stop her from screaming again, I hit her right in her mouth, which causes a little bit of blood to get on my knuckles.

I lift her up again, throwing her towards the wall and trying to suppress a grin as she lets out a discomforted groan. I watch her little body squirm and shake, and to stop her from reaching her phone, my foot instinctively kicks her right in the jaw.

I crouch down, watching her every move like she's under a microscope. Olivia's face is extremely battered now, and she's coughed up blood onto the floor like the disgusting pig she is. She doesn't bother trying to do anything anymore, so she stays still, wallowing in pain.