Regeneration 2: World War 3

Chapter Twenty-Two: Betraying Best Friends (My POV)

"Oliver? Hi, come in." My best friend barges in through my front. "Niall's not home r-"

            "I don't care about Niall. I came here to see you. I just can't do this anymore."

            "Do what anymore? What's wrong? Has something happened?"

            "You. You happened, that's what." He answers.

            I frown. "What did I do?"

            "You're marrying that nub. He's not right for you. He's only going to hurt you, Sarah."

            "Don't you dare talk about my fiancé like that! He is not a nub! I happen to love him, Oliver."

            "No shit. You think I hadn't noticed? That's the problem. I can't let you marry him. I just can't."

            "And why might that be? Because you don't 'like' him?"

            He sighs. "He's not the one for you. He doesn't deserve you."

            I snort. "And you think you do?"

            He growls and tackles me to the couch. "You think this is funny, huh? That this is just some fucking game? Well it's not. You're a selfish bitch, flaunting yourself off in front of me when you're with him. You don't even know how fucking bad that hurts. He doesn't even love you. But I do. I always have." He spits the words at me.

            I struggle under him, pushing at his chest. He grips my small wrists with one hand and holds them above my head. He snickers. "I don't like a girl who purposely flaunts herself in front of me just to hurt me. It's not so funny now, is it?"     

            I feel tears in my eyes. "I didn't know, Oliver! I didn't know you loved me!"

            He shakes his head. "I don't care if you knew or not! It's time for revenge."

            His hand slides up my body. "I think you'll look better without this shirt on." He tugs my t-shirt off and ties my hands together with it.

            He eyes my chest hungrily. His hands touch the fabric of my black bra. He pulls the cups down so my breasts are freed. He licks his lips. I know what he's planning by the salacious look in his eyes.

            I writhe under him. I don't want this. Not from him. Not even from Niall would I want this. "Stop! Please stop Oliver!"

            He gazes at me furiously. He doesn't answer me. He undoes the string to my sweatpants and pulls them down my legs and ties my feet together with them. I can't move. I'm trapped and at his mercy.

           Oliver strokes my thighs. Goosebumps cover my body. I can feel his length pressing into me through his jeans. He skims his fingers over the lace fabric of my panties. He dips them inside and touches me in a way I never thought anyone would. Especially him. My closest friend.

            I whimper. "God, you're so wet. And it's not from him. It's from me."

            My traitorous body is enjoying his fingers in and on me. I don't like this. It is so very wrong and twisted.

            He leans down to try and kiss me but I turn my head away. His lips kiss down my neck.

"You can have my body, but you will never get my heart, soul, and mind. Those are for Niall and Niall alone. I will never love you like I love him. Ever."

            Oliver stops; he pulls back and withdraws his sinful fingers from my body. He unties the clothes from my wrists and ankles, leaving me to dress myself.

            "You're going to tell him about what I did to you, aren't you?" His voice falters.

            I shake my head as I stand up. "No. I don't want Niall to have another man to kill on his pedestal. I also don't want him to believe I did anything but if I'm quiet and he ends up finding out later on..."

            "He'll be done with you." He finishes my thought. I nod. "I know you love him and I'm sorry for what I did. Don't tell him. I don't want to be the reason you break up. You love each other. God, I'm stupid." He buries his head in his hands.

            I have no idea what to say this. He almost rapes me and he chooses now of all times to decide he's sorry. And that's all that he has to say to me? What the hell is wrong with him? Why didn't he think of that sooner, before he touched me the way he did? How can I ever see past this? What am I supposed to do?

            "Why did you do what you did?" I ask.

            "Because I want you. I wish you were mine. I wanted a trophy and your innocence was it."

            "I wouldn't give anyone but Niall that."

            "I know. That's why I did it. I'm sorry. I'll go. Just don't tell him anything."

            "Are you still going to the wedding?"

            "Probably not now. Not after today. I have no reason to go. Why put myself through even more torture?"

            "What do I tell Niall then? He'll be crushed."

            "Tell him about the other wedding I have to attend. My sister Cleo is having her wedding that same day anyway. She doesn't know what time yet though...even though it's just a few days away now."

            "Then go to her wedding. I'm Niall will understand. You should leave though. I need time to think about this right now."

            Oliver nods. "I'll tell you if I go to her wedding, okay? It depends. Her fiancé doesn't like our family much."

            I open the door. "That's fine. Just go."

            "I'm sorry." He whispers.

            I mouth 'sure' more to myself than him as he leaves.

            All I remember is the sound of the door slamming shut.

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A/N: Well there you guys go! There's a few new chapters for y'all! So can you believe that Oliver is a bit of a bad guy now? I've been planning this for a while now and all the Slenderman chapters I wrote back before even Niall was introduced. I hope y'all are enjoying Regen. 2 so far and that you liked the new chapters. I can't believe we reached 20 recently. This books going by so quickly, it's strange. I'll try writing more soon. Get excited for the wedding coming up guys!