Page 80 of Pain and Possession

As if I could possibly fucking do that.

After twenty minutes I'm positive I've been duped. Annoyance and anger have me pacing the bedroom like a caged animal. All of it just acting as a placeholder for the overwhelming mass of anxiety resting in the pit of my stomach.

Is he okay?

Have they started the plan?

Is he talking to her?

Has she laid those dagger ass acrylics on him?

I'm halfway across the room to slam my way through the heavy wooden doors that I have zero chance of actually making it through when the door unlocks. Charlotte's blonde hair is thrown up much like mine, her arms full of dresses, Rem holding a pile of heels in hers. Charlotte beams at me, "Ready to piss off my brother?"

I shouldn't involve her in this but goddamn I could really use some help. I smile back, nodding as I take some of the dresses from her. "Sorry it took us so long, Noè didn't use any of his usual hiding spots."

"He hides things often?"

She practically drags me to the bathroom and gets to work unknotting my hair, "We used to play hide n seek a lot when I was little. It always kind of annoyed him but it was my favorite game. Anyway, he sucked at it, always hid in the same spots. Hock was much better." I smile, picturing those two grown men running around the compound in a game of hide n seek. It takes Charlotte less than half an hour before I'm transformed. The deep violet waves of silk fabric hug each curve of my body perfectly, a dress I'm only now finding out matches about twelve others Noè had custom made for me. He apparently had most of my wardrobe custom made.

I really am his little doll.

My long dark hair now hangs in perfectly curated waves down to the middle of my back, set in place by enough hairspray to fuel a jetliner. A touch of dry shampoo to hide the oil at my roots. I look… beautiful. It feels like a powerful, confident stranger has slipped into my skin. I thank Charlotte for the millionth time as I turn to Rem, "Ready?"

She raises her thin blonde brows, "Hell no. You're on your own. I'm on light duty."

I sigh deeply, clenching my hands together so I don't rub my eyes. Something that damn near sent Charlotte into a fit the first three times. Messing up the dark smoky eyeshadow she applied on my lids, it looks so much different than I'm used to yet so me. She even matched it with a dark plum lipstick, refined but different. I hope Noè likes it.

Not the point Olive.

My heart stops dead in my chest when I step into the hall coming face to face with Nona. Her lips set into a thin disapproving line. I shift my hair, making sure the cut is hidden behind it as she stares me down. What was probably only seconds pass like months before she lifts a wide piece of fabric she has clenched in her hand. My lips part slightly but no words come out as I turn around allowing her to fasten it carefully around my neck. The wide black velvet choker perfectly obscuring the mark.

"Nothing happens in my compound without my blessing. Remember that." I quickly blink away the prickle of tears as she adjusts the deep v neckline of my gown before nodding to me.

“Be safe. Kurt and Buffy are in the entertainment room they might help you out." I bend letting her kiss my forehead lightly before I head down the hall. The floor-length gown catching wind making it blow out behind me as I walk, my pace starts slow and methodical. It takes only seconds for that to turn into a hurried jog as my heart hammers in my chest. I cross my fingers as I continue down the stairs and halls. It seems silly, probably won't help at all but Ineedhim to be safe.

Everything has to be okay. There's no other option

Buffy is in the middle of a fighting game when I walk in, Kurt glances over briefly before snapping his neck back to me so hard it should've snapped. He let's his jaw drop open dramatically as the controller falls from his hands into his lap. Buffy quickly gets the upper hand, winning the match before he realizes I'm here.

"Holy hell." Kurt mumbles under his breath. His large counterpart leans back grunting as he goes looking equal parts apprehensive and shell shocked, "That doesn't look like a staying home outfit Olive."

"That's why I'm here, I need a fav-“

Kurt stands abruptly, "Oh no, hell no. You're hot, possibly even hot enough to die for but you're off limits so hell fucking no."

"Kurt please." I beg, hating how pitiful it sounds. His body goes rigid as he stares at the floor.

Buffy isn't go easily swayed as he pipes in again, "Kurt no. That shit isn't on you. Need I remind you of the mess we just cleaned up in the basement?"

Another person he means. Someone else Noè has killed no doubt.

When would he have had the time? I don't speak as Kurt's icy blue eyes meet mine, more emotion than I've ever seen in them before. He takes a deep breath before nodding, resounding himself to something, "Are you going either way?"

I nod, "I just need to know the way, the rest I can handle."

"I'm sorry. For that day Olive… I should've been there not Liner not Rem, I should have kept you safe. It was supposed to be me with you. I could've stopped-“

An overwhelming jolt of guilt thrashes through me as I close the distance between us, jerking his hands up from where they were balled at his sides, "It's not your fault, please don't do that to yourself."

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