The Unwanted Twin

Chapter Twenty-One: Betrayal

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Oliver gasped out loud when Ares left a small bite right on his pheromone patch, Oliver was frozen in fear and a new feeling he couldn't quite understand.

He slowly peeked at Ares and he saw Ares with bunched eyebrows like he is fighting an internal battle, teeth shown in full force that it made Oliver think how is he not dead, his eyes were a deep red and the red and black veins he once saw looked more pronounced. Oliver thought he would feel scared looking at Ares but he wasn't.

Oliver brought his hands to Ares head and made him look him in the eye, they stared at each other for quite some time until Ares black and red eyes turned a dark green and the veins leaked back in.

"I didn't know you had two different eye colours." Ares said out of nowhere, making Oliver gasp and turn his head away, hands going around his stomach.

"It's cute, it matches you." Ares said.

Ares must have realized what he was doing and what he was saying because he jumped off the bed, muttering.

"Fucking whore." Before slamming the door shut, leaving Oliver in the bed confused and sad.

'Sir used to call me whore all the time, maybe it's true.' He thought before slipping into unconsciousness.

Oliver POV:
'You're nothing but a slave, you will amount to nothing.'
Sir said as he brought the ruler down on my already busted arm, blood dripping onto the floor.
I winced loudly, sir was throwing insult after insult while bringing the ruler down onto my wrist.

I don't know how long it lasted, and I didn't even think twice when I heard the click of his belt coming off, and the hands on my head and the way his body flexed as he brought down the belt to my back.

It's nothing new.'

The dream made me jerk awake, swinging up in bed and looking around wildly for him.

I can feel my hands shake and tears pool in my eyes, I tried to make them stop from falling.

I just realized I was in a shared dorm space and I swung my head to Ares bed, and all I saw was a well made bed with no sign of him.

I let out a breath of air.

Then the memories hit me, the hand on my thigh, the breath of her tequila when she told me how sorry she was.
The remorse for hitting her child.
The way her hand went higher and higher.
I was 8.

I slipped off the bed, hurriedly grabbing the can of rice and throwing it on the floor.
I kneeled into the rice, the tiny bits sinking into my skin.

I let out a breath I was holding in, thinking about how lonely I truly am.

I have no one.

I am no one.

It's nothing new.

After it's been a good few moment I stood up from the kneeling position, and when I did blood was on my knees, leaking down my leg onto my ankle staining my white socks.

I kneeled again, getting the tin can and picking up every single grain of rice with my hand, cursing myself silently as I let myself be vulnerable in front of Ares, who had been just a stranger.

I slid the tin can underneath the bed, where I had unpacked my personal suitcase, also in the dresser beside my bed and the desk.

I looked at the other suitcase father and Jess packed for me, I eyed it as I grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom.