I'm sorry if this is sensitive for anyone. I did try to keep it mild.

I own nothing about Narnia or it's characters. Just Olivia, her horrible ex, and a handful of minions.

Thanks for reading!

(Lifehouse - Simon)

He had been drinking again.

The warbled strains of "Something Like Olivia" drifted up the stairwell as he drew closer to her door. He only sang that when he was drunk.

Olivia shivered and backed away from her apartment door. It didn't matter that it was locked. He always managed to get the key. It didn't matter that she had told him it was over three months ago. It didn't matter that she was tired of his hands hurting her. He always found a way to come back. The whistling stopped just outside the door as the handle jiggled, and a spike of fear shot down her spine.

The locked clicked and the handle turned,

"It's not nice to lock me out, Livvie." He slurred. She could smell the stench of stale beer and desperation from across the room.

Olivia swallowed hard, "You don't live here. It's my house." She all but whispered.

He laughed and moved closer. Her steps retreated, but she only ended up backed up against the living room wall. A cruel smile graced his face. He knew he had her pinned. The drywall above her head shattered and rained down on her head a moment later.

"I come in whenever I want!" He hollered. His hand gripped her upper arm tightly, and Olivia cried out in pain. "You're my girl, Livvie. You'll ALWAYS be MY girl." His used his free hand to split her lip, the smack of it ringing in her ears.

"Do you really think anyone else will want you? Do you really think another man could over look…everything?" His hand came and jerked her chin up painfully, turning her eyes up to his. "You're lucky I stick around." He leaned in closer, "You need me. You're not worth another man's time." He slurred as his hot breath fanned across her face. "Now show me how much you love me."

Olivia swallowed hard, tears threatening the corners of her eyes, "N…no." She whispered. "I have a normal job now. I don't do that any…any more." A tear slipped unbidden down her cheek.

The next blow came to her ribs and left her gasping. His hands released her very suddenly, and she slid to the floor, her arms productively circling her head. He seemed to consider her for a moment before moving into the kitchen with a grunt. She heard the utensil drawer open.

Not waiting to see his weapon of choice, Olivia scrambled across the floor to her bedroom gasping from the pain. She locked the door behind her and collapsed against it. The pounding started almost immediately.

She moved away from the door as quickly as her injuries would allow, her eyes wide with fear. Olivia moved to the fire escape window and opened it, peering out. How far would she get before he caught her?

The door groaned as his uncoordinated foot slammed into it. The sturdy wood held, but just. He hit it again. This time the wood around the frame splinted.

Leaving the window, Olivia did the only thing she could think of. She opened the door to her antique wardrobe and climbed in, praying he'd see the window and think she'd gone out.

Carefully shutting the door behind her, Olivia held her side and prayed. She leaned her head against the cool wood of the wardrobe.

The wardrobe had been an impulse flea market purchase. It had taken a whole day to get it into her apartment, but it was still one of her favorite finds.

The explosion of her bedroom door frame drew her thoughts back to the present. His foot steps thudded dully in the room. Olivia shifted as she held her breath, hoping he'd go out the window, but the movement hurt badly on her injured ribs, and she inhaled sharply against the pain.

His foot steps drew closer again.

The door to the wardrobe jiggled. Holding her side, Olivia moved further back, the faint light around the door growing further away. He hit the door in frustration; the latch must have been stuck. Olivia's heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she kept going farther back.

She didn't even consider why this shouldn't be possible until her back hit something hard. Olivia blinked up in the darkness at…a lamp post? It swam before her vision, fading in and out. With her heart thundering in her ears, Olivia let the darkness swallow her.