If karma was a bitch then to me, it would be a dish served in the form of Olivia. I couldn't move, hell I couldn't even breathe as I realised what was happening. A secret I had managed to keep up to now, the secret who was now banging on the basement door begging for her release had been discovered. The cat was finally out of the bag.

But never in a million years would I have guessed it would be Olivia who would find out. It was almost poetic how she was originally the one who had spawned the idea in my head and now here she was the, potential demise of my brief period of bliss.

Samantha's words were echoing in my ears, stabbing my heart each time she begged for escape and deep down inside I could feel the enraging fire growing, threatening to engulf me in its flames. "How could she betray me like this?"

"She hates you, she will never love you, you are as pathetic as they can get. No one has ever loved you, not your siblings, your ex-girlfriends, Samantha, not even your own mother. How can anyone love such a spineless creature. So pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic," a voice laughed darkly in my head and the word 'pathetic' grew louder and louder until it was all I could hear. I placed my hands over my ears to drown out the howling voices but they only grew louder.

"Stop it, stoppp," I begged as I gripped my head in pain but it was of no use.

Olivia just stared at me, an expression of pure horror on her face. A sad smile spread across my face, even a bitch like her couldn't find it in her heart to love me. Was I really that repulsive, that even my own mother despised me? I took care of her, didn't I? I nursed her, tried to mend her broken heart by tending to her every demand and need. And what did I get in return? Insults and criticism.

Ungrateful, they were all so bloody ungrateful!

While I was having a mental breakdown, I caught Olivia slowly pulling out her phone from her pocket, her eyes never leaving me. Did she honestly think I wouldn't notice? How stupid could she get?

And that was when it happened or I allowed it to happen. I let the fire consume me, the pent up rage that I had buried deep within for so long burst with a such frenzy I could feel my whole body shake at its wrath. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins, my heart beating so furiously against my rib cage, the adrenaline surge was so powerful that within seconds I had grabbed the phone out of her hands and threw it on the floor.

I swiftly climbed on top of Olivia pining her hands above her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. At that moment she looked so utterly frightened, her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets it made me want to laugh, but I didn't.

Because in all seriousness I knew what I had to do to save myself and Samantha. And it wasn't going to be pretty. Samantha was still shouting but it had become less intense I could tell she was getting tired. My blood boiled thinking about her betrayal, I would have to deal with her later.

Below me Olivia struggled vigorously, but her movements were sluggish due to the fact that she was still slightly drunk. I chose to use that to my advantage as I locked my legs together around her fleshy thighs, preventing any further movement.

"Do you remember when we used to role play?" I whispered darkly into her ears. Being on top of her like this brought back many memories of when they were together. I couldn't lie the sex I had with Olivia was probably the best I ever had but that was about it. Everything else about her was shit.

She stopped moving and stared at me horrified. "Why do you look so scared, I thought you came here to have sex with me?" I laughed humorlessly.

I could hear her pleading under my hand, begging for me to let her go, to leave her out of this. She looked so helpless, so frightened it gave me an overwhelming sense of power. The feeling was so exhilarating, to know I had that kind of effect on someone. No one has ever feared me like this. For once I wasn't weak and pathetic. I felt my fingers tingling with excitement, blood rushed to my ears and at that moment I felt a high I've never felt before. It was exquisite, almost other worldly.

"I want you to know that this was nothing personal. You were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time," I said without emotion. It was as if I had become another person, someone braver who had completely taken over my body.

Without any hesitation I wrapped my hands around her neck tightly. At realising this she choked and shook against me violently but I held on as tight as ever. My grip was deadly, my hands squeezed tighter and tighter by the second. She started slobbering like a dog, tears ran down her cheeks as she frantically pushed me away with her hands, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second and then I saw the life leave them.

I released my hands and watched as her head fell back on to the sofa. Samantha was still banging on the door and realising Olivia was no longer a threat I stood up and started walking towards the basement door.

Suddenly without warning Olivia choked out loud and coughed up air. I gasped in shock wondering how she was still alive. She gave me a murderous look before she jumped at me nearly toppling me over with her sheer weight. But I was still on a high and my reflexes where equally fast.

I pushed her the other way and in a struggle we both fell to the floor. In the process she hit her head on the edge of my coffee table, shattering it. She was dead before her head hit the floor, a pool of red began to surround her golden locks like a halo. I sighed realising I would have to clean this mess thoroughly later.

Just to be sure, I checked her pulse and then I made my way to the basement. After the loud sound of glass breaking, Samantha had stopped screaming for help. My knuckles turned white as I bunched my hands into fists ready to hit something. If it wasn't for her Olivia would still be alive, and I wouldn't be a murderer. This was all Samantha's fault.

I flung the door open and saw her standing there ready to run but when she saw my deranged expression she gasped and took a step back. She looked behind me and a small cry escaped her lips when she saw Olivia lying unconscious on the floor with blood surrounding her.

"What did you do?" she cried, her gorgeous blue were wide open in shock and her body shook vigorously in fear. "You killed her!"

I grabbed her roughly and held her firmly in front of me with one hand over her mouth. She whimpered in pain as I squeezed my arm around her small waist tightly. The normal Jerry would never have touched her like this but right now I was anything but myself. I felt brave, strong, powerful and most of all angry.

"No, you did this," I whispered into her ears as she struggled against me. When I said those words she stopped moving, her eyes fixed on the dead girl in the middle of the room who didn't look much older than her.

"If you hadn't screamed and shouted to be released then she would still be alive. You killed someone Samantha. This is all your doing," I said spitefully.

She shook her head in denial, hot tears began to pour down her face but she just couldn't seem to look away. I sighed and then I began to drag her back downstairs. She struggled against me but it was of no use. She was so frail and weak compared to me, she didn't stand a chance.

I didn't spare her feelings when I threw her into her room. She cried as she fell against the table and then she quickly turned around to face me. It was the first time I'd ever seen her so afraid of me, even the last time she had tried to escape didn't compare to the way she looked at me now. She stumbled clumsily as she backed away from me, cowering in fear while she stared at me like I was the devil himself.

I laughed as I walked towards her. There was no where she could go, nothing she could do.

"Jerry, this isn't you. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded as her back hit the wall.

I closed the space between us almost immediately. I towered over her menacingly, my chest pressed against her hard, pinning her against the wall. The heat radiated off me like wildfire I was sure she could feel it. She was crying uncontrollably now, pleading for her life. I looked down at her and as I looked into her eyes my heart momentarily weakened.

She thought I was going to end her life too. I didn't know if I was going to, in fact I was unsure what I wanted to do with her. But seeing her like that, the way she looked at me like her life depended on me evoked a carnal desire I never knew I had. It was the first time I truly felt in charge and that turned me on immensely.

I felt myself harden against her and she must've felt it too because at that moment she looked up at me in alarm. Normally I would've been offended at her reaction but right now I didn't give a damn.

A large part of me hated her for making me this way. If she had only learned to love me down here then none of this would've happened. After what happened upstairs I would never be same, neither of us would.

I grabbed her hair roughly and dragged her towards the table.

"Jerry please don't. Please. This isn't you. Please I beg you. I'm so sorry," she cried between sobs as she struggled to free herself from my grasp. "Jerry you're hurting me!"

Her words didn't shake me in the slightest, I was possessed and in no control over my body. Rage took over and I slammed her face first on to the table with her back towards me. She screamed as her head hit the plastic table and then she tried to get back up but I held her down firmly.

"Jerry, don't do this. You don't want to do this. Not this way, please!!" she begged me but I was in a trance and her cries for help faded in my mind, I couldn't hear a word she said clearly. All I wanted was revenge.

I was about to force myself on her when she screamed so jarringly loud it made my ears ring. I slammed her head down on the table again, more out of shock than anything and then I realised what I had done.

I took a step back and stared at Samantha, who was now lying motionless on the table. A stab of panic shot through me as I wondered if she was dead.

"Samantha?" My voice was shaking as I turned her around and I released a breath when I realised she was still breathing. Only her eyes were pressed shut firmly, she was trying hard not to look at me.

I don't blame her.

"I'm so sorry," My voice broke but her body only tightened defensively as she waited for me to hurt her. It made me want to cry.

And then I remembered I had more pressing issues to worry about like the dead girl in my living room so I hesitantly walked past her and opened the door. Before I left I whispered in a pained voice loud enough for her to hear.

"I'm sorry Samantha." I meant it but deep down inside I knew it was of no use. A part of me knew things would never be the same again.

Call me sadistic but this was one of my favourite chapters to write. Another one should be coming up soon. I want to finish it fast. Anyway if you like what you've read please vote/comment/share. :) :) :)