I was drowning without my President. I couldn't believe that he had said those words to me though at Ella's ceremony. My heart was torn and scarred from those brutal words that haunted my dreams and future. We are done. I may not be able to control my erections around you but that does not mean-. I had stopped listening after that. I was stunned that Defiance was all that it took to kill our relationship, although I had always known deep down that I would be the cause of our relationship crumbling. I didn't need him. I've told myself that over and over again for the past year but it hasn't helped me. What's my next move? I can't tell. This is the first time that I've ever second guessed myself and I hate Fitz for forcing this moment upon me. I hate him.
It was nearing 2 in the morning when I received my long awaited phone call. It was a business proposal for OPA and I was interested. I needed to go retrieve the paperwork so that the transactions could be made final. The association that I was associating myself with was fairly close and I decided to walk instead of taking my car to go get the required paperwork. I needed the fresh air ; it would do me some good. I forced myself to think of something other than Fitz as I walked solemnly down the vacant streets. When I started to feel ill my thoughts wandered back to him. I snorted and maintained my brisk pace as I entered appropriate building.
I let out a low sigh as I shrugged my coat further over my shoulders to block out the wind, as I neared my apartment. I used to hate nights like this where I received a phone call in the middle of the night and had to go retrieve paperwork. Tonight I was thankful for the distraction. As I approached my apartment building I suddenly became apprehensive. A group of drunken males, all taller than me by far with thick builds, were a little ways from the door. I slowed and came to halt, having half a mind to turn around. Something suddenly connected with my head and I remembered clutching my head before falling to the ground as darkness engulfed me.
I was on the sidewalk right outside my apartment building's door. That was all that my brain willed to process. I trailed my eyes down my body and realized that the wolves were tearing at my clothes. I felt my pants being removed, exposing me to every one there. The men stumbled over themselves laughing as the one by my leg crack a joke. I gripped consciousness and forced myself to ignore the fear traveling at lightning speed within me and wait for my move. The man beside my legs, a white male, unzipped his fly and hung over me. At the sight of him getting so close to my exposed body I lashed out, hitting ym target my high heel. The guy let out a howl of pain and fell backwards from the group. They all turned to me, slurring curse words. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I cried as a huge black male grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to my original spot. The white guy was suddenly at my side, rage taking over his face. I cringed.
Fear rolled of me in waves as I heard him mumble something that resembled 'pain.' Before I even saw the movement, a fist slammed down into my cheek. Tears were involuntarily rolling down my face as the force of the punch. I let out a cry of pain. "Shut up!" The white man yelled in a hushed tone, covering my mouth with his hand as I sobbed. MY cheek was throbbing. I let out another muffled cry as an unforeseen guy's form could be seen in between my thighs. I tried frantically to close them but 2 other men held them steady in place. I let out a muffled scream in the man's hand, earning a slap. I squealed as the shadow man in between my legs slammed into me. He moaned at my pain. Oh god! Fitz please save me! I wanted to throw up because I knew that he wouldn't come. I screamed until my throat was raw, not caring about the punishment that I may receive. Sweat rolled down my body as all the males seemed to move in closer and suffocate me from the oxygen supply. MY body began to convulse as coughing fits took over as my lack of oxygen. I grabbed the white man's finger in my mouth and bit it hard. He let out a yowl of pain before bringing his fist into my eye. I was in such an extreme state of pain that I couldn't even register making a noise. "Help me, somebody." I coughed under my breath as darkness began to slide over me.
I slipped back into consciousness for a second, taking in my surroundings. I couldn't focus on any one thing. Everything was spinning and blurred. I closed my eyes and tried again. I was now in a field. It was probably the old construction site by my apartment. How was I alive? Why was I alive? I let out a shaky breath as I tested my limbs to see if anything was broken. Fear radiated off of my when I couldn't move them. It was still night, but the dawn was trying to shine through. Blood was scattered around me. I looked at my arm and found part of the problem. A large gash was on my forearm. I let out a weak cough and look back up towards the sky. It was so beautiful. Maybe I should just stay here and let death creep in. I silently cursed myself as I tried to stand up, knowing that I'd never let myself give up. Pain shot through my body. I made it about halfway to a street before crumbling to the ground.
Tears littered my eyes. Fitz's hadn't saved me. He hadn't been here for me. Shivers rolled up my spine as thoughts of us having intercourse came to mind. I reached into my jacket pocket in search of my phone, which was surprisingly there. My shirt was in tatters. I was suddenly glad that I had worn a huge coat that came to my knees. I dialed the only number that I could remember at the moment in which would help me. It rang and rang and rang for what seemed like hours. I knew that I was going to die if I didn't get medical attention soon. Right before I was about to hang up an alert hello met my ear.
"Huck?" I said through tears of despair and relief.
"Olivia? Are you-," I cut him off.
"No, I need you to do me a favor." I took a breath. "I'm out in the construction parking lot by my apartment building. I'm bleeding badly. Could you come get me and take me to the hospital?"
"We you shot?" Huck asked in a panicked tone.
"N-no. I just have a cut on my arm and…. Other injuries." Huck knew he shouldn't question and kept his mouth shut.
"I'll be there in a couple minutes." I let out a sigh and hung up the phone, Fitz crossing my mind once more before I closed my eyes. My eyes flashed open for a second, Huck coming into view. He was carrying me. And then I was set into a backseat. I groaned in pain before falling back into my dark state.
Doctors and nurses raced around me as something was beeping furiously. A breath hitched in my throat, the beeping suddenly stopped being cut and letting out a long shrill sound. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as I saw two panels above my body.