drunken secrets- 5sos fanfic

Chapter 7

Olivias POV-

"Adam no!"

"Olivia shut up and get out."

"Adam stop. I am not going anywhere."

"So, what's your name then, you gimp?" Adam abusivley yelled. Even when he used words like that, he still was so frightening and emitted rage.

"Ha ha, you're funny. Don't pretend like you don't know who I am." I could feel the heat coming off of the two men in the room. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, i was flushed because the two boys were fighting over me.

"Wow, 'hard man Mike'- you know, you have always been the same. Always trying to show off and be all 'I'm a really mean man!!'"

"Honestly, you're a hypocrite. You need to listen to yourself! Olivia is unhappy and everyone can see it apart from YOU. You are deluded, mate."

"She is not, 'mate'. You have always been an issue in this relationship, because i constantly felt like i had to live up to you. And when we are finally happy-"

"'Happy'? Are you crazy? She is unhappy. Why can't you see that? She even admitted it herself that she is."

"You said that?" I ignored Adam. He was more drunk than usual. It made him aggy. At this point i was questioning his sobriety- what if he had been intoxicated for the whole relationship? Was it all a lie? Why did i care so much? I am so unhappy in the relationship, but I still love Adam- the break of silence made me flinch. "Answer me when i am talking to you."

"Fine. Alright. I did say it." I finally got out. It wasn't a complete confession, and I knew that was wrong but I wasn't ready to open up about how he had made me feel.

"How the fuck can you say that? Up until Michael wormed his way back in, it was never an issue. Its all because of him that this is happening." His face changed, and his eyes went black, even darker than i had ever seen before. I knew he was going to lash out. He faced Michael and grabbed him by his neck. He held him up until Michael was gasping for air. I had to say something to stop Adam. Even though he had put me through a lot, I was almost certain that I still didn't 100% know what he was capable of.

"Why do you not see? It's not because of him. It's because of you, like he told you in the first place. I'm completely fed up of you telling me what to do. If i wear a dress and show my skin, you tell me that I'm a slut, but when i dress in jeans and boots you call it 'emo shit'. I can never fucking win. I can't do anything right in your eyes." I exclaimed. It felt great to let it out, and what i said triggered something in Adam. He dropped Michael and he lay limply on the floor. Adam looked back at me, and his eyes had become sad, something that I had never seen in him before. His eyes made him look soulless, and he looked dark- but a dark that was melancholic. He grabbed his battered leather jacket and his keys, and headed out of the door, slamming it behind him. I needed to breathe, but I realised that me and Adam weren't the only ones in the world, and that Michael was lay, almost purple, against the wall. I ran over and dragged him to the sofa. I looked at him, and a tear trickled down my face as he held my hand. I let go. "I'm sorry. I can't do this."

-

I opened my throbbing eyes to see that I am in my bed and it is bright outside. I had no idea how I got home. I could feel my head burning like a flame. I turned over, expecting to see Adam but he is up. He must have rose early. I got up, put on one of his shirts and walked out of my room. I am faced with Adam, sat at our dining table. Feeling sober, I am hit with emotions, and the episode of last night comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I regret what happened, but I felt relieved that something could be done about my destroyed relationship.

Adam looked me up and down. I didn't know what to say, so I went straight to the kettle, which was still warm, suggesting Adam hadn't been up long. I made a coffee, and joined him at the dining table.

"Liv, why didn't you tell me-"

"Tell you what? That I am unhappy? Why would i be happy in the slightest, when you can be such a vile person towards me? And when i say 'can be' I mean at least 80% of the time." I see the darkness that i saw when he attacked Michael last night.

"I don't know how I'm a vile person. I do everything for you. I give you everything."

"Okay, you may give me everything, but i have no freedom, I can't leave the house without your approval on where I'm going or on what I'm wearing-" I am cut off by a harsh sigh that comes out of Adams mouth. "That's another thing. When i have tried or try to tell you how i feel, you pretty much disregard it like I'm invalid or like how i feel is invalid. It's suffocating being with you."

"What about how you make me feel? What about when you go out in your slutty little dresses and flaunt everything you have for all of the boys to see? How do you think i feel when you are doing that?"

"You don't OWN me. I am not your fucking property." Adam gets up from his seat and walks round to me. He gets so close to me and so close to my face that I can feel his warm breath, and I instantly feel trapped.

"You are mine. No one else's. You know that I don't want to share you." His lips are on mine, but I don't want it. As I try to pull away, he locks his hands on the back of my head, to stop me from resisting. I try to get up, but he follows me. I manage to break free.

"Adam, please stop. This is not going to fix anything." My phone dings from the table. Adam pelts towards it, and presses the button to turn the phone on.

"Since when do you have notifications hidden?"

"Since you started snooping. I know you go through my phone. You leave apps open and i never do that."

"Liv, I've explained to you-"

"Yes and I've explained that I am not your fucking property. Now give me my phone." I didn't expect him to, but he hands the phone to me. I unlock it to read a text:

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Hi Olivia, its me Mike. I got your number from Kady- please give me a chance. I want to speak to you, meet me at starbucks in town at 2pm. Don't be late.