IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST…
A/N: Many requested a third person POV. In my defence, never tried it before but you always have a first so here goes… (Also rewrote the first chapter in third person)
Song for this story which is perfect; Beyonce – Haunted. How amazing is the new album?
It's where we go My haunted lungs
It's where we'll be
I know if I'm on to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you
You must be haunting me
"Mr. President, if I have to, I will sedate you"
As soon as Fitz's back hit the leather seats, he was already trying to push himself off. Like him, his guards were persistence and wouldn't back down. If he hit one, another one would replace him. Soon enough, he learnt that there was no competition against ten men. They finally managed to push him into the back and lock the door, leaving Fitz deliberating over how he could break through the glass.
There was a reason he was the leader of the free world. Did being the President of the United States not give him the power to do as he pleased? He was the one who gave the orders so why wouldn't they listen to him?
"I have to go to her" he muttered subconsciously and then repeated it louder to whoever was behind the tinted partition. When no reply was given, he turned back to the door beside him and before he could plan on how to break the glass, the door was flung open, revealing Tom.
"Sir, you have to stay inside" Tom advised but Fitz didn't care for anyone's words. They would nothing for him or Olivia which was why he was already trying to push past his bodyguard.
Tom was five years younger but his age didn't stop him from seeing how torn the President was. He also knew that his relationship with Miss Pope wasn't just a simple fling. What they had was much more than he shared with Mellie. This was visible to anyone with eyes as it was to Tom who watched the country's leader lose himself. He was no longer the President because at that second, he was simply a man who merely minutes ago, had been holding the lifeless body of the love of his life.
"I have to go to her" Fitz repeated but Tom shoved him back into the car, more forcefully than the others which surprised both of them.
As much as he sympathised for both souls, Tom had one job and that was securing the President's safety. "By getting out of the car, you will endanger your life-" he tried to reason with him but that too was lost on Fitz.
"I don't care" he growled and met his gaze with the blazing blue, crystallised with silent tears that were yet to be fall.
"And hers" Tom added, satisfied when the fire dissipated and his leader then fell down onto the seat in despair. "The assassin may still be out there"
"Then you find him" Fitz spat venomously, infuriated with how he was given so much power but it did nothing. There was nothing he could do but get revenge. Not justice – revenge. Just the reminder of the person that had tried to take her away burned within him. He wanted to find whoever had done this and end their lives. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of a quick death. No, he would draw out the torture and ignore how they begged for their lives or spoke of redemption.
"You find that son of a bitch and bring him to me" he growled as the rage intensified.
A hand was placed on his shoulder and he looked up at his guard. "After I make sure Olivia is safe" he vowed with a meaningful expression.
"Yes" Fitz hastily nodded, now reprimanded himself for having his focus shifted. Olivia was the main priority and he had been distracted. How could he not think about the one who had caused all this? They would suffer and if Olivia d-
No, he couldn't think like that.
She would be okay - she had to be. She couldn't just leave him behind.
Tom met his exhausted eyes again. "I'll make sure she's okay" he promised and Fitz wavered. He wanted to be there for her, not allow other people to "You can trust me" Tom added but he already did. He had countlessly proven himself to be loyal to the President and they frequently found themselves simply talking like they were friends. If Fitz could trust anyone with something as important as this, he knew it would be Tom.
"Go!" Fitz ordered, hating the thought of her being left alone on the cold ground. "Now!" he shouted, though Tom had already left.
The door was slammed closed behind him and he sighed in despair. His back hitting the chair again and when breaking through the memories awaiting behind closed lids, he locked onto the presidential seal on the partition.
He was haunted with the sound of the loud three shots ringing in his ears. His mind was plagued with the memories of how her smile falling as she grew horror stricken. Wide pleading eyes locked onto his as he watched the light dull to nothing. Her gasp; broken and anguished was now replayed.
Even if justice was enacted, how would he face his? There was no hell that could make up for everything that he done
It was supposed to be him. They were coming for him.
Now, she had to pay the price for him…
A frustrated sob broke through his trembling form as he dropped his head into his quivering hands. Only he soon pulled back when feeling the dampness on his forehead, only to be reminded of the blood on his hands.
H-her blood…
Wild bewildered eyes searched the space around him and he snatched three of the bottled waters. His trembling hands fought to fumble with the cap. Several failed attempts had him gritting an aggravated groan. He then brought the bottle up to his teeth and angrily ripped it off, not caring as the water recklessly splashed onto his clothes.
He hastily began to pour it onto his stained hands and try to wash off the blood but the images had him crying out his anguish. Heavy breaths were hissed through his clenched teeth as he continued to roughly claw at his skin.
They seemed clean but he knew they weren't.
Once the bottle was empty, he growled and carelessly flung it as he collapsed back onto the chair, not knowing what he could do.
He had two guards driving, more than twenty trailing behind him but he had never felt more vulnerable than that moment. It was his fault and he couldn't even help her…
A/N: Heavy… What did you think of the update? What about Fitz? Any love for the beloved Tom? How did I do with the third person POV? Rewrote the first one too.
THANKS a bunch for the reviews. So excited that you're loving this fanfic. Please leave a review as they motivate the story.
P.S; Thoughts on the banner? All thanks to my beta and my partner in crime – twerri02. Wouldn't have this if it weren't for her. She was the one who suggested adding Tom and the amazing description, is all her as is the song suggestion. Check out Haunted – Beyoncé. We both love the song and hope you do too.
