Underneath the Mask

Olivia's P.O.V
(THe Next Day)

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Adam yelled at me as I sat on the edge of our bed and scraped the paint off of my nails.
"I'm not being difficult, I'm being logical!" I said in a calm voice, knowing the rest of the guys were down the hall in the living room. Adam and I were fighting about who should play rhythm guitar for our next song, me or his buddy Eric, someone who wasn't even affiliated with our band.
"Eric is playing the next song and that's final." He growled. I clenched my fists and turned to him, getting in his face.
"This was out band before it was EVER yours. You can't just butt in whenever you want to and make changes, kicking people out and putting people in!" I yelled, poking his chest with my finger, emphasizing every word I said. Adam's face turned red with anger, I could almost see smoke pouring out of his ears. Before I knew it, my vision was fuzzy and my face was in pain. I fell to the floor and gasped. I looked up at him, pushing my hair out of my face.
He knelt down in front of me and smiled, "Don't raise your voice to me." He said in a very low voice, he ran the backs of his fingers down the side of my face he hit, "That didn't have to happen, stop being a bitch." He stood up and opened the door, making Stefan step back suddenly.
"Hey guys I was just about to knock." I looked to see his camera in his hand. He was eavesdropping.
"What do you want, Stefan?" Adam, sighed, annoyed.
"Uh, we, uh were just wondering what was going on next." Stefan stuttered, looking at me on the ground.
:Eric's playing the next song." Adam stated, pushing him aside and walking to the living room to give Eric the news. Once he was out of view, Stefan came to me and asked me if I was alright.
"I'm fine, I just need to get a drink, that's all, a little dehydrated." I tried to lie, standing up and brushing myself off.
"Right of course you do." Stefan scoffed and held the door open for me.
"Stefan, it's okay." I assured him hearing the commotion out in the living room.
"What do you mean Ollie's not playing this song/' Corey demanded, the rest of the band standing behind him, anger looks on all of their faces.
"That's exactly what I mean, she's not playing. Eric is." Adam said, picking up the microphone.
"What's so special about fucking Eric?" Mikey growled, looking at the friend of Adam's who cowered back, holding his hands up in surrender.
"He's good, he's going to play, if you don't like it, fine, leave." Adam explained nonchalantly.
Corey looked at me confused, I smiled sadly and shook my head, letting him know it wasn't a big deal, even though it was.
Mikey shook his head, disappointed and went back to his guitar, pulling Corey away, so he wouldn't tackle Adam.
I sighed and watched as Stefan filmed the boys and the song, I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes, listening to the mistakes Eric was making which Adam blamed on Mikey who rolled his eyes and flipped him off.
Finally, when the song was over, I took my guitar away from Eric, and gave him a dirty look. He smirked and looked me up and down, as if I couldn't kick his ass.
"Ollie, go get me a beer would ya?" Adam said, waving me off.
"Sure BABE." I sneered, walking into the kitchen and pulling a can out of the fridge. ON the way back to the living room I smiled and shook the beer up and gave it to Adam when I reached him.
He furrowed his brows at my smile and took it from me. Everyone bursted out laughing as he opened the can and the beer sprayed everywhere and all over him.
"Oh no babe! You got beer all over you!" I gasped, placing a hand over my mouth in mock surprise.
I watched as his face turned red from anger and embarrassment. I'm probably going to pay for that later on, but it was kind of worth it. Adam, took a deep breath and set the can down before walking into the kitchen and pulling a towel out of one of the draws. He gave me a dirty look as he walked past me.
"Alright guys, I just want to say that today will be the last day of videos. I have to turn this in tomorrow." Stefan announced, scratching his head, breaking the awkward silence.
"Okay then let's get this done." Adam mumbled, pushing me aside to get into position.
SHit, he's pissed.

Adam shut the door as the last person left and turned to me, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He demanded, crossing his arms across his chest.
I shrugged, "Nothing, I just don't like the fact that you can just do whatever you want whenever you want. You're a prick."
Suddenly Adma was coming towards me, wrapping his hands around my arms and pressing me up against the wall...Oh shit...
Don't get me wrong, I love sex, just not with Adam, He hits me in the face and chokes me until I nearly pass out, and I just don't like him. There was no point in fighting, he always gets what he wants.
I sighed and went limp, making him work to get my clothes off. He's not even going to take this to the bedroom. Jesus.
Once he pushed in there was no going back, he laid us down in the floor and begin to pound into me, he hands around my neck, taking the air away from me. Tears began to form as my vision went fuzzy. He suddenly let go of my throat and pinned my hands and arms above my head continued. I pulled in a breath and coughed, knowing that there would be bruises on my throat tomorrow.
Finally Adam came and pulled out and away from me. Leaving me on the floor, still trying to gain back my breath.
I grabbed my dress off of the floor beside me and pulled it on, frowning at the sight of my torn panties. My favorite pair.

Notes

Ollie's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=156251166