Your POV
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN KILLING MY MOTHER WASNT ENOUGH YOU CUPCAKE LOVING FREAK~~ wait no Ollie im sorry,please dont im sorry,im sorry" you were terrified. You just kiLed your own mother but you werent sorry..she wasnt there for you,you were better off with your father,he was dead. the thought made you tear up but you wouldnt let Oliver see. Thevmadman already had you wrapped around his finger for crying out loud! "Oh dont worry poppet!" the cheshire grin returned to his face. "I only want you to do a itty bitty,teinsey weinsey,little thing!"you didnt trust his smile or him for that matter but what choice did you have,die or kill. You of course didnt want to die. "What is it?" he walked over and tickled your back ever so slightly with his fingers. "you just have to make cuppycakes out of your mother poppet! and i know you wont refuse because when it comes to mortals,survival is futile,and at no cost would ANYONE give their lives for another soul!" his words krept into your mind,making you shiver. That sensation was back,the one you had when you first met him. The one that meant he was evil and you had to get away. His fingers felt like rubbing your hand in salt and ice. His coldness froze your core and gave you the creeps. He lead you into the kitchen taking the cut peices of meat and throwing them in a food processor and leaving you alone with ingredients,knives,and your mothers remains. "I cant say i havent wanted to do this...." all the times she blamed your fathers death came flooding in and tears threatened your eyes. You heard a  crash from the shop and an american man and an italian man walked in. "Whos this ragazza?" you gave him the youre dead meat look. "I believe i know enough italian to say im NOT a stupid girl and cant a pantolonis grumpy like you find something better to do then gawk at a girl half your age?" he stood there,dumbfounded. You chuckled a little then had a dead serious face. "You too American,i odnt like the rapist look on your face!" he lifted a bat and the italian lifted a knife. "i swear to CITTY GOD come near me i will call oliver and scream the likesbof which this world has never seen!" you said calmly. When you said the pshyco's name they paled a little,realizing what you were  about to do. "So dollface,who'd ya have to kill?" anger flushed your face "My birch of a Mother,who'd you have to kill to lose your virginity?" he enraged and bezerked. He charged full spead and grabbed you by your neck,throwing your head onto the counter. He picked up your fraile body and threw it aginst the wall. "ALLEN LIBERTY JONES PUT MY POPPET DOWN THIS INSTANT!" he dropped your body and pulled the bat out again. Ollie pulled a knife on him and the war began. it kinda reminded you of the civil war and with that you bursted out with laughter. you couldnt control it, they exchanged awkward glances and Ollie bent to your side. "Poppet" he asked concerned "are you feeling alright,do you need some air?"