Blurred Sentimentality

Bonded (Ch. 39)

Olivia

"What are you doing, Brittney?" I asked quickly, sitting up on the bed in the dark room.

"Showing you who I am." She gritted her teeth as she scratched my arm with the small knife. It was hard to see what was happening since the room was almost pitch-black. There was no light source other than the small light leaking in from the curtains.

"What are you doing?!" I winced in pain as I rolled over. "You're crazy!"

"I'd rather be behind bars than let you take Chaz away and do nothing." She pushed me and I fell over from the bed, still holding my bleeding arm in pain.

She swiftly hopped next to me and held my arms together.

"Stop!" I screamed, pushing her away with my feet. She fell to the back and pumped her head with a drawer.

"You did not!" She held the knife tighter and approached me again. I used my feet to kick her stomach and she fell to the back once again.

I got up to run, but she grabbed my foot tightly. When I tried kicking it away, she formed another cut on my foot and I fell to the floor, growling in pain.

"I'll end you now! Fucking bitch!" She hopped on top of me, and before she could do anything more, someone kicked the door open and switched on the lights.

I lied back in relief, closing my eyes.

"What's going on?!" Dan's voice spoke.

He ran up to me and pulled me up on the bed. I groaned as he did, since he applied pressure on my cuts.

"Olivia! What?" His eyes widened.

Sera, then Chaz, then Jay and Taylor joined the crime scene.

"Ollie!" Chaz yelled and ran up to me. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm okay." I gritted my teeth.

"Oh my god." He said anxiously. "Please pass me some salt and any shit, for God's sake!"

Jay rushed out of the room to bring the items and Taylor ran up to me.

"Olivia! Shit! What happened?" She glanced at me, then disgustedly at Brittney.

"You little shit!" Taylor went up to her and slapped her, making me smirk. Chaz turned and saw Brittney on the floor.

"I told you to stay away from her, Brittney. For fuck's sake! Stay away from me too, okay?" He said angrily and she started to tear up.

"Let's go to my room." He said to me, then glanced at Dan, who simply nodded.

Chaz carried me bridal-style to the last room in the right hallway. I held my arms around his neck as he walked and I felt his racing heartbeat against my cold skin.

When he finally placed me on the bed in the middle of the room, he closed his eyes and sighed. The room was way cozier than the one with Brittney's. It had the same hardwood with more dark-colored wooden furniture that gave you island-vacation type of vibes.

"We're not even together and you're in so much trouble because of me." He sighed.

"It's not you." I said quickly.

"It is!" He snapped. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I wasn't even here."

"Just stop, please." I said quietly, and he did.