UnReStRiCtEd(Completed)

Chapter 23

Naomi's POV

We've been in the storage unit for at least an hour. The shit was crazy honestly. Because the time spent inside was of me glaring at Oliver. He was seated on the floor on the opposite side of me. On his phone. Smiling. And the only thought I had was that I would take out whoever he was talking to. With a sniper rifle.

I knew I had a problem. Did I care though? No.

He clicks his phone off and looks at me.

        I groan loudly. When he looked at me I felt lost. Like it was a form of home and I missed it. I missed him and I hated it. I hated the fact that I felt connected to this man in any shape or form. If he was so fucking miserable then why did he look so fucking happy?

      I stand up. I walk towards the shed. It felt like was taking up too much of this room. Too much of the air and the space between us felt small. I felt suffocated and I couldn't deal with it.

       "JADA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT I WILL KILL YOU! THERES NO ROOM FOR ME TO EXIST IN HERE. I CANT BREATHE PLEASE!" I yell.

         Jada hits the shed and I flinch back.

        "You know I don't care. Wanna be able to breathe? You want freedom? Talk to each other. I advise for you to make it quick. This wine is gonna get hot soon. I'd hate to have to leave and buy ice." She shouts back through the gate. I growl before slapping the gate again.

     The bitch found my wine. I knew I should've locked my car door.

"Are we going to talk? I have somewhere to be and you know Jada isn't going to let us out until we're at least until we cool." He says. I sigh.

"What is there to talk about? I don't really have anything to say to you." I say with a shrug. It was a lie. Everything was on the tip of my tongue. He sighs.

"Okay. Well. I'm sorry Nan- Naomi. I was just... so mad. The words came out wrong and I wanted to hurt you-" he says. But I cut him off.

"Why? Why hurt me? I didn't do anything. And even if I did. You wanted me to still see other people." I say. And his eyes soften and I see the Oliver that I know.

"I know what I said. And I didn't mean any of it. I was being a hypocrite and an ass. I thought seeing other people was what you wanted so I encouraged it. I never meant to hurt you. But it felt kind of good at the time. I guess?" He says. And I stare at him.

"Hurting me made you feel better? I didn't hurt you." I say simply.

         "Yes." He says . I shake my head.

        "How? How did I hurt you?" I ask. He stares at his feet . Not looking at me at all.  I needed to hear it out of his mouth. I needed to know so that I could understand. But I had to stay oblivious. I had to pretend that I didn't know how he felt or feels about me. Because with time all feelings go away.

       "You really don't know how?" He asks softly. I shake my head. He stands up. His eyes had darkened and he looked angry.

       "That should tell you enough. I mean I can't get mad at you like I  want to. Because at the end of the day it's not your fault. It's mine." He says.

       "What does that mean Oliver? Why do you always have to make shit so complicated?" I ask. His head snaps towards me.

        "I make things complicated? I make things complicated?" He repeats twice.

       I nod my head. "I MAKE THINGS COMPLICATED! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOES CRAWLING BACK TO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND! THE REAL REASON WE  HAVEN'T BEEN TALKING IS BECAUSE YOU WENT BACK TO THAT WEAK ASS EXCUSE FOR A MAN!" He shouts. I mean he raises his voice at me. And my voice gets caught in my throat. I felt like crying because he doesn't yell at me. But I can't cry. He doesn't deserve to see me that way. So I push him instead. Then again . Then one more time.

       "I NEVER WENT BACK TO FINN YOU FUCKING IDIOT! IT WAS NEVER FUCKING FINN! IT WAS YOU! I MADE YOUR FAVORITE DINNER, DESERT . I GOT A FUCKING WAX. I PUT ON A STUPID DRESS AND I PUT MY HAIR HOW YOU LIKED IT . YOU WALKED IN AT THE WRONG TIME. YOU ASSUMED. JEEZ YOU MIGHT BE BRILLIANT OLLIE BUT YOU'RE AN COMPLETE ASS!." I yell back. My breathing was ragged. And my body shook. I was so angry at him. I didn't know how to function. I wanted to beat his ass.

        So instead I bang on the storage shed.

         "You... did that for me? I thought all of it was for Finn. He's been gloating about it." He says and I felt my heart drop in my stomach and I shook my head.

        "Look at me. Look me in the eye. Because I need you to hear me when I say this. I never wanted Finn. I only wanted you." I tell him looking him in his eyes. Suddenly he seemed too close. I never noticed how close we had gotten. Or how I'd been backed up to a wall. How he leaned over me. All I wanted to do was melt into him now. I was so angry but now that it's out there. I can't take it back. I can't change it. It is what it is. And I want him. But I heard he's leaving and I can't be the reason he stays.

        My breath got caught in my throat. I couldn't handle the personal space invasion.

"Don't." I whisper. I push him back when I hear the shed open. I slip out taking my bottle from Jada. Who looked like she'd went through our emotional turmoil with us.

        I take a long sip. The actually tasted disgusting now that it was hot. I turn around to face him.

       "Jada said you're leaving." I say. And his jaw clenches and he looks down at me. His deep brown eyes soft. He face clear of emotion but his whole body was tense. He didn't want me to know. But he nods.

        "Be safe. Ollie." I say. I walk away from the both of them. I head back to my car. I head to Finn's house. It was time to give him a real piece of my mind.

      I hop out my car after I parked it crookedly in his driveway. Making sure I ran over the flower bed he took almost a year to create. Fuck him and al his flowers. I bang on the door. When he opens it he notices that it's me and he become breathless. And honestly I don't see the hype I once did. He has no affect on me whatsoever anymore.

    Good. I know this will hurt him more than it'll hurt me.

       "Nami! Hi!" He says. And I wince at the awful nickname he has for me.

          "I wish you would've called first. I could've -" he says but I put my hand up to cut him off.

        "No need. I'm here to tell you something." I say: I had no hate in my heart for him. I didn't miss him. And I feel out of my element here. Like I didn't spend four years of my life trying to love him.

         "Good because I have to tell you something too. Same time? On the count of three?" He offers. I stand on his porch with my hands tucked into my long sleeve shirt. I'm surprise he didn't notice his garden.

       I nod my head. Why not humor him. He begins to count.
    "1..."
       "2..."
          "3..."

         "I still love you."
           "Stay away from me."

      Both of our eyes widen in surprise. He still loves me. Huh. Guess the grass isn't greener on the other side.

         I smile at him. "You probably don't deserve this. Or maybe you do. I don't really know. My moral radar has been fucked sense I let you break my heart. And that's the think Finn. You broke my heart. Shattered it. For some bitch who clearly wasn't what you wanted or maybe you wasn't what she wanted either way you got your karma. And I'm good with that. I'll leave you to you're little bubble of misery. But what you won't do. Is come between me and Ollie. I never cheated on you with him. But you did push me right into his arms. And for that I'm grateful. I've said all I have to say and now I will be going. But two more things. One. Stay the fuck away from me and the man I love. And two. Suck a dick because you don't know how to eat pussy." I say.

    Before turning around on my heel and getting into my car. I pull out his driveway. Leaving him looking distraught. I felt one hundred percent better. Now if only I could stop Ollie from leaving.