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Lucy takes the last remaining box of stuff while doing her best to avoid everybody in the flat that wasn't a blonde-haired literature writer. Everyone was a red flag, lying and lack of comprehension to what she was feeling Though she wasn't innocent and her actions left a bad mark on the ones she loved, she knew her place in this. She was made to be a liar, a deceitful mess.

In her mind, everything had darkened. The walls seemed more decrepit, narrowing each time she had to leave her room to suffocate her until every ounce of oxygen was no longer circulating in her system. Lights flickered in the corner of her like a classic cult horror film. She feared every shadow that wasn't hers in fear that it would be someone she didn't want to face. It mirrored exactly what she felt like: vacant and hollow.

While Lucy was out finding a place which sells boxes in town, Olivia watches as Selena and Faith pack up their to-go food and leave to go to their lecture, gripping the wallet in her hands, thinking about how she would confront this Jason about her discovery.

Was it to be done in a casual manner where everything can be forgotten only if he confessed the truth with a reasonable excuse? A distant cousin? Or would it be done in a manner that would leave him shaking, wishing he never unknowingly picked a fight? Make him leave too? Too many methods which would end in an unknown result, so little time.

Not much time had passed before the wallet was secured in her back pocket and she was beginning to feel uneasy in the lounge, gripping onto her literature read of the week, Hamlet.

She watched Jason as he washed up the cutlery and bowl from his basic cinnamon oatmeal breakfast. He was very precise, bubbles galore. He used his own brush to clean his stuff, circling motions all over, scrubbing the cleanness even more clean if that was even remotely possible. Even a spoon that barely touched anything but one spoonful of sugar was being washed like it was a murder weapon and all residue needed to be scrubbed and stripped entirely.

Liv knew this was the chance she wouldn't get again - just the two of them.

"You seem to be settling very well with us, Jason." She gulped, not knowing where she would be going with this. It was a wing situation. So far, this was a good approach. Subtle, carefully getting to the point.

He turns around on his heel, drying the plate with a clean towel, circling relentlessly around it. He holds an appreciative smile. "I suppose I am. Thanks to everyone of course."

"Everyone." She whispers. "Everyone."

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you ever feel guilt? Is guilt in your nature for when you hurt someone to benefit your own fortunes? Or do you feel remorse for when you lie and people get burnt in the crossfire because you lack the balls to own to your mistakes?" Her eyebrows raise casually, the world melted like butter somehow. The flow eased. But now she was off on her careful approach before she had even started.

Alarms rang red in her mind, but he doesn't recognise that this was a very serious question from her part. He pushed it away like it was part of her degree, almost fond that he was a minor muse to her investigation. He simply laughs it off. "Yes." He doesn't even have think of it. "I am not a sociopath."

"Not even when your lies are bound to catch up to you? You don't think I should confess to almost cleanse the soul as some people would say?" She remained very still with this question.

"Where are you going with this, Liv?"

"You know exactly where."

"I don't think I do, actually."

"You make me fucking sick." The princess act drops like a veil and she spits words, no longer wanting to burden herself.

He's officially caught off guard, falling for her innocent exercise. "Excuse me?"

"I found your wallet, Jordan."

"What?" His eyes shrunk in confusion as Liv rests the book on the sofa she was on and begins to walk towards the figure.

"A notable disguise, Jason McCann. Sounds like an honourable display towards CSI."

"I have a lecture to get to, I don't have time for this bullshit." He wants to push past her and just ignore her antics. But before he could even move, without a thought, she strikes the wallet into his chest. "Explain this then."

He didn't speak, his lips didn't even tremor at this. He just handled the wallet like it was a treasure, grateful it was back in his possession. Liv began to find annoyance in his silence.

"Jordan Parker? That's your real name isn't it?"

"I can explain."

"Go on then. Start answering the question: Who the fuck are you?"

"Jordan is my twin brother. I accidentally took his ID when I moved and I meant to give it back but I haven't seen him in a while. Thank you for reminding m, actually I-"

"Bullshit. You really think you can lie to a literature student who makes shit like that up every day for sport? I am not fucking stupid. What is your game? Your real one?"

His eyes deepened, caving in the once good man they all knew and loved. The veil creeping up to reveal the real man behind the invisible mask. His tone, one that was always sounding assertive and gentle became stern and well controlled. His pitch lowered significantly like his voice was even a facade, every aspect was a facade but now revealed to one pair of ocean eyes. "I don't need to explain myself to you."

"Who are you?" She took a step back, though she was certain she wasn't frightened by the shift of personality.

"No one important." He simply says, arms crossed.

"I don't get it, how did you manage this? Lying to all of us. Lying to the University. How?!"

"I know the right people." His short answers began to rub on Olivia, they were irritatingly precise. His eyes were now bloodshot, fuelling inner anger. "You'd be surprised what desperation will make people do if you give them a price."

"I found this under Lucy's bed, tucked away almost like... You didn't just comfort her, did you? You did sleep with her. Oh my god, She was telling the truth about the entire thing, wasn't she? And you made it look like she was insane with a vendetta against everyone in the room." It was clear that the nervousness was now set into her bloodstream, he could see it. Her rambling, like she was narrating someone elses possible fate. 

"Please-" He could barely get a word in before Olivia remained rambling, piecing everything together like a puzzle.

"Those photos were you." She speaks out. "You modified them so you wouldn't get caught out. Photoshop the tattoos, change of hair colour. But why the effort?"

"Liv-"

"Ever since you came in here, you had an affliction towards Selena almost instantly that you barely acknowledged the rest of us." A sudden breakthrough, she thought to herself. "Is that it? You love Selena? You love Selena that much that you want her all to yourself, right? You slept with Lucy to rid her and cause tensions between us so we would drop like flies. God, you probably got rid of Char too."

"Chat was too easy, it was a shame actually. She had potential to go far in life. If only she wasn't pulled out for her drug use."

The truth was, Olivia didn't expect Char's return to drugs being at the hands of someone else other than Char. It was part of the addiction cycle. The relapse. She never had thought that may it was something more than Char struggling. But her brain had decided the narrative before her heart. The confirmation destroyed her inside and out. The tough girl against the stranger in front of her had completely flatlined as she took more steps away, her breath struggling for air.

"Oh my god." She was losing her power.

"I did all of this out of love. Selena deserves to be showered in the best way possible. She didn't need a junkie as a friend and defiantly not a friend who was a two faced bitch on the best of days. Everything I have done has been for her. You know all about the perfect love story, a guy and a girl finding pure happiness, you read romance literature all the time, Liv. Tell me you understand what I'm saying."

"I also read stories about psychopaths and you fit the profile."

"Come on, Olivia. I did this out of best interest. You want the best for your friends, right? Why is this any different?"

"You are fucking insane." A single tear falls. Jason was now moving to the side, Olivia moved in sync to keep the distance the same, eyeing the door that was now behind him.

"Out of everyone here, I thought you would understand my intentions."

"Why me?"

"Jared." He spits.

"What? How do you know about Jared?" Liv's entire body was stinging, almost like Jared was standing directly in front of her. His name made her heartbeat to the point she had faint chest pains. This was becoming too much too fast. This wasn't what she expected. She should have dropped it at the bullshit brother theory. 

He was still moving to the side, Liv too. She rests her hands behind her and against the table she was finding herself clinging onto, searching for anything as a defensive weapon. 

"Selena should think before leaving such a revealing letter in the trash for someone to simply grab and read. She means well, but she could do better with such personal details about someone's life." He smirks at invading her privacy. It was a significant read for him. The revealing details, the way even the most spoilt of bitches had demons beyond a Gucci knock off as a present.

"Never mention that fucking assholes name again." She screams.

"You have been through hell and back. You should know the good when you see it. I am the good you need to see, Liv. Please see it, for Selena." How could a man with such evil intentions sound so beautiful? A fallen angel. In a perfect story, his voice alone would compel anyone who listened to believe his beautiful lies.  

"I understand doing things to protect the people you love. But what you're doing...? It's fucking insane. You must not know Selena well enough, she would never go for a man like you."

"And that's why Selena will never find out about this." He steps forwards suddenly, Liv's heart shuddering at the man who was getting closer the second.

Her trembling voice had lost all forms of control as she begins to sob. "She doesn't deserve any of this shit. She doesn't deserve this pain, this hurt. You are going to destroy her, Jordan. Can't you see that? Can't you see this will not go the way you want?"

"You should really learn to shut the fuck up, Liv." He was now standing two steps away.

"I'm not afraid of you." She finds the courage to say.

"You should be."

She grasps the first thing her hand touched and lunged it into his chest, a butter knife that was luckily hiding under a book. He falls suddenly, grasping at the metallic instrument and pulls it out but his body surges with unforgivable pain.

Liv runs past him without a second thought and out the kitchen door, managing to dodge his hand that tried to grab her ankle. Her mind didn't tell her to do anything but leave the flat and the building in hopes of a human refuge, someone who could help her. She begged someone would be outside the very door her sights were on, hoping to stop this psycho now. She mentally begged, her breathing heavier with the anticipation of it all, still trembling for her life. 

She doesn't stop, the long hallways seemingly longer today, longer than usual. She goes to the door but it was locked from the outside. She curses under her breath, her thoughts were not her friend. After a few attempts of trying to force it open, she grasps onto the lock, turns it with her sweaty palm. With a gasp of relief, she manages to crack it open and the instant fresh air hits her body like a tsunami. She could hear laughter from outside and distance voices, the freedom and sanity she needed.

A pair of hands, icy to the touch pulls her back by her neck before she could even taste her and her friends freedom, locking the door back into place simultaneously. She screams as loud as she can, fearing the worst but his hand covered her mouth tightly, almost suffocating her. No one could hear her, no one could help her.

"Told you that you should be afraid." He sneers with a sinister smile before slamming her head as hard as possible against the hardwood door.

Everything went black.

Everything disappeared.

Everything.

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