Dominance

XVIII.❦ "It's better for you."

                                        XVIII.❦ "It's better for you."       

         Olivia knew the time had stopped, she knew she wasn't breathing for a few seconds and she knew her body was frozen. That was all that she knew as she closed her eyes, her head laying on its left-side on the pillow.

        Two fingers grabbed her chin, turning her head before a light swat was given to her chin, which made her eyes open lightly. Harry's eyes stared into hers, an unreadable expression on his face. Olivia saw the bite-mark she had given him on the nose, but was clueless as to why he was here.

        "Where is the gun?" Olivia asked, her voice hoarse and tiny, so fragile as a thin glass vase. It made her feel alone...victimized. 

        "Gun?" 

        Olivia's breath hitched in her throat before she forced herself to take a deep breath, her eyelids fluttering.

        "No one died?" 

        One eyebrow lightly rose as he let go of her chin and raised himself up higher, shadowing her body as he created distance. Olivia's hands trembled, her bottom lip trembled, her skin tingled and her throat was squeezing itself shut.

        "No." A sigh escaped her lips, shakily, before she slicked them as she watched Harry do the same on the same time. 

        "W-What...What happened?" The main question made Olivia's stomach clench, her body lightly curling into itself as she stared in the grass-green landscape of his eyes. 

        "You asked me to come over, and I happened to be awake, so I did." A slow, warm and sad tear stroke down Olivia's cheek. She closed her eyes before lying on her side, her body curling up into a ball underneath his body. 

        "Please, go." She spoke, her voice now closer to breaking more than ever as she realized what was going on. Once again, her mind had been stronger than her brain.

        "Olivia," Harry's voice was deep, but it now had no effect on her as she cut him off.

        "Leave me alone!" Olivia snapped, her body suddenly raising itself up on her elbows as their heads were now so close she could feel his warm breath on her lips. The familiar frown had returned, his eyes looking intense and his face tensed. Immediately, Olivia regretted shouted and panted before swallowing down to wet her dry throat. "Please." She begged before letting herself fall back onto the pillow, staring up at him as her hair fanned out over the pillow. 

        In one swift movement, he stood at the foot of the bed and turned and walked away. Olivia stared at the door as it closed before staring at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath as she turned her head to look at the time and saw it was almost morning and school would start in three hours. 

        Her eyes closed, though she was too reckless to give herself some rest.

***

        School went on, and on, and on. Olivia didn't take one notice of what happened around her. Oliver would sit next to her, glance at her, bite his lip in frustration at her absence. To the outside world, Olivia looked dead, empty, emotionless.

        But inside, she was wild alive, her brain not giving her any rest as her body ached in pain. Blood was pounding through her veins as she recalled the whole dream until she came onto the exact point of finding Harry on top of her to calm her down and her eyes to adjust to the familiar lights of the lamp giving light to her own bedroom.