Heart Torment

09

Erm hi guys. So this has kinda been a really hard week or so for me. It's complicated I guess. Anyway chapter nine's song is "Take Off" by Mr Conor Maynard. Lots of love :)❤

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*Olivia's P.O.V*

Oh, what great fun tonight was. (Did you get my hint of sarcasm? No? Well I'm 100% being sarcastic at this moment in time.) First I nearly had an accident (actually make that two, no three accidents.) The first one was when I nearly stumbled over due to over thinking. The second one was nearly getting beaten to the pulp twice by Jack. And the third mini episode of the night was nearly getting run over by some bully of a taxi driver.

"Sure I told him where you two were, but if I didn't then me and your daughter would've been in trouble." Amelia nearly screams down my ensuite bathroom down as she recalls her part in the entire Jack incident. Fun fun fun.

"You could've lied to him before changing your location in case he tried to hurt you and Dulcie. For goodness sake! You really put Liv in serious danger tonight. You could've at least had the decency to send me a text to let me know he was waiting outside the fucking place." Oh Jamie, please calm down my love. He's not your love shut up- but I love him. No! Yes! Argh!

"How was I meant to know he was planning on throttling Olivia? He just told me that he just wanted to talk about their relationship. It sounded like he wanted to propose." She walks out with Dulcie in her arms before placing her back into her pram by the wooden bathroom door. Jack propose? Are we talking about the same Jack?

At that flick of a second I once again go back to see my seventeen year old self and grab the bottle of French rosé wine from my mini-fridge; taking the biggest gulp possible. Don't do this. Oh shut up, you've had a hard week. You're allowed to get pissed. No, it solves nothing- yes it does!

"This is Jack, you stupid woman." He walks out following her. Jamie then stops. He just stops and walks towards me. His eyes so fragile yet agitated. His body looking forceful... he's turned into a real life Fifty; a real life Christian Grey. "With me, now." He drags me by my hair and leads me out of my room and down to his. "If you want to be treated like a seventeen year old trying to get pissed, then I'm gonna treat you like one." He finds his key with his hand still gripping tightly onto my blue hair, his free hand opening the door and slamming it once we have entered the room; putting the latch on. Jamie's eyes are burning with his palm twitching. "You really never learn do you." He tugs harder as he forces me into the bathroom and pushes me into the shower, his body in front of mine against the cold and tiled wall. Finally, he lets go off my hair and turns the shower on. The water running down the pair of us, soaking us both.

*Jamie's P.O.V*

"That was clever. Do you think I'm actually scared of you?" She rolls her eyes

"No, I don't. But for fucks sake you need to grow up. You're 29 and have responsibilities. I know the past week has sucked." I straighten up, undoing my tie and throwing it to one side. Replacing my arm around her body.

"What are you doing?" She asks, water flowing down her body, looking up. Fuck, you can tell she's not wearing a bra. What, why are you looking? Fuck me.

"I want to be pissed at you, but dear lord I can't be. You look so good." I lift her head with my other hand and look directly at her

"Jamie..." She whispers. She goes to say more, but I stop her. I move my lips so they're on hers and kiss her like I've never kissed anyone before. Like it's the only kiss that will ever matter. Surprisingly, she goes with it. Yes baby, it's okay.

"Jamie," she breathlessly pulls back. Fuck, you've fucked up big time.

"I'm sorry." I sigh and close my eyes.

"No, don't be. It's just I kinda need to wear these jeans again, so could do with them not being soaking wet." She giggles.

"Are you implying I should remove them?" I look at her gently, with a slight smirk.

"If you wouldn't mind." She bites her lip, her hair now soaking. Streaks of blue running down, due to her hair.

"I will, but in a bit, because I need to kiss you again. So you can wait." And so she does. Damn this feels so good.

"Wait. Jamie wait." She pulls back once more and leans her head against mine. "What does this mean for us?" She looks at me softly.

"It means I want you," I kiss her gently before continuing. "It means I want an us."