A/N: Thank you so much for the Reviews, I loved them. So I know a lot of y'all are ready to see Jake get his comeuppance, don't worry it's coming soon. I promise! This is a warning though: Liv will get abused in this chapter. I hated to write it because I adore her character but it had to be done. I tried not to dwell on it too much for your sake and mine. I'm rambling but please enjoy it and tell your friends too and I'll try to update again as soon as possible! : )
Once inside Liv locked the door and leaned against it trying to catch her breath. She rubbed her cheek where he had hit her knowing he probably left a bruise. All of a sudden she heard their bedroom door open and close with a bang. She slid down the door until she was slumped on the floor.
"LIV! OLIVIA! Open the door RIGHT now!" Jake said as he kicked it.
Liv placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.
On the outside Jake was pacing with a belt in his hand. He was going to tear her up when she came out. He couldn't believe she let another man touch her. She was his. She belonged to him.
Olivia was determined to wait it out. She could sleep in there if she needed to. He wouldn't miss work so she could sneak out then and go to Abby's house.
4 hours later, Jake walked up to the door and whispered, "Olivia, I'm sorry. I love you. Please come out so we can talk. Baby?"
Olivia slowly got up on wobbly knees and looked in the mirror. Her face was slightly swollen and there was a purple bruise on her cheek. Her lip quivered as she took it in. She tightened the sash on her robe and walked back to the door, stopping a few inches in front of it. Slowly she twisted the knob. On the other side Jake stepped back, hiding the belt behind his back.
He smiled as she took a tentative step towards him but it didn't quite reach his eyes. She looked down at his feet as she walked towards him. Suddenly he swung and the belt hit her across the hip. She turned to run but he grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip and held her up off the ground as he continuously swung at her. She screamed for him to stop but he just grit his teeth as he continued to hit her.
When he finally released her she crumpled on the ground. She didn't have any energy left to cry or stand. She lay there staring at the ceiling; he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and put his hand on her throat, nearly choking her. She couldn't move because he was nearly twice her weight. He leaned close to her ear and asked, "Who have you been fucking?"
She couldn't answer because it was hard for her to breathe since he hadn't removed his hand yet. When he finally did he slapped her hard, twice. He got up and looked at the thumbprints on her hips. He ripped off her panties.
"How dare you give away what's mine. You are MY wife! MINE!"
He started to take off his pants and she closed her legs tightly, shaking her head.
"No, please don't. Jake…"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare touch someone so filthy. Since you want to be a whore I'm going to treat you like one!"
He began to masturbate and he ejaculated on her hips. When he was done he spit on her and said, "Go clean yourself up; you're a little dirty. And don't worry, I'll sleep in the guest room."
He walked out of the room then, leaving her by herself. She slowly got up but she couldn't stand on her own two feet. She collapsed onto her hands and knees. She started to gag as she crawled to the bathroom. When she got there she used the counter to try and pull herself up. She grabbed her towel and wet it so she could wipe herself off. She winced as she dragged the rag over her bruised skin.
When she was done she slowly walked back to the bed and collapsed naked. She lay there until the sun came up. There was no way she could get any sleep.
At 8 she called Mellie and told her she wouldn't be in for a few days. Jake didn't bother to speak to her at all that morning. When he left she got up to look in the mirror. Her body looked like a battlefield. Her lip quivered as she tried not to cry. She couldn't keep doing this. She hated this side of him. Back when they first met he was a sweet guy but going to the Navy changed him. Ever since he came back from Operation Remington he was a different guy. He lost his temper more but at first he never used to take it out on her. But then one day he started to act like he owned her and she had to behave a certain way because people were "watching them."
She thought about calling Abby and asking if she could stay with her for a few days but leaving would only make him angry and she didn't want another repeat of last night. Since she was exhausted she decided to get in the bed and sleep. For the next three days that's all she did was sleep, only getting up to pee and get something to drink when Jake was gone.
Wednesday morning Olivia mustered up enough strength to get up. She was going to try and return to work. Surely Fitz didn't know what to do without her and she was behind on her cases. She walked into her closet to pick out an outfit. Once she was dressed she stood in front of the mirror and peered at her face. The swelling had gone down but her cheek was still bruised.
Oh God, she thought. It was going to take a lot to cover it up but she couldn't risk anyone seeing her face. She left her hair down to add to the coverage. She arrived a little late to work but no one said anything. Walking into her office she stopped when she saw Fitz sitting there in her seat.
"Olivia, this is a surprise. I haven't seen you. I missed you. I called Jake and he told me you were a little under the weather."
"Yea, I think I had something bad to eat for lunch Friday and it didn't agree with my stomach."
"Well I'm glad your back," he said before walking over to hug her.
She winced at his touch. She hoped he didn't notice but he did, he just chose not to say anything.
"Is there a reason your hair is down? I know we haven't known each other long but I haven't seen you wear it down before?"
"I just wanted to try something different is all."
"Well it looks nice that way."
Fitz offered to get them both a foot long Philly Cheesesteak sub from Lenny's for lunch. Halfway through she spilled some hot pepper relish on her blouse.
"Shit, now I have to have it dry cleaned."
"I can take it now if you want. I know you keep extra blouses in your closet over there."
"Really? Thank you so much, I appreciate it. Just let me change really quickly. Do you mind stepping out for a second?" she asked.
He chuckled, "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. I promise not to peek."
"No, I think it's best you leave. Please," she nearly begged.
Fitz immediately knew something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. Instead of arguing he opened the door and stepped out. Satisfied that he was gone she turned her back to the door as she took off her blouse. She didn't hear Fitz crack the door but she did hear his sharp intake of breath. He came barging in, nostrils flaring and hands balled into fists at his sides.
"Olivia? I'm only going to ask this once. Do not lie to me. Does Jake hit you?"
She hadn't turned around because she was too embarrassed to face him. Her head lowered as she clutched her blouse around her. Her body started to shake as she sobbed. Turning around slowly she began to shake her head yes. Fitz rushed to her and held her in his arms. He walked her over to the chair and placed her in his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder as she grabbed his shirt into her fists and sobbed.
"Shhh, Livvie everything will be okay I promise," he said as he rocked her. He rubbed small circles on her back as he thought about what to do next. He couldn't let her go back to her house. There was no way in hell Jake would put his hands on her again. Not as long as he was breathing.
"Olivia, I need to step outside and make a quick phone call really quickly and then I'll be right back, okay?"
She just looked at him. He immediately rushed outside, taking out his phone to dial Quinn's number. He met Quinn right after college. He had bumped into her at a coffee shop and made her drop her Cannoli's. He offered to buy her some more and she decided to share some with him over coffee. They hit it off right away and over time he learned that she used to work for the CIA; some super spy group called B613.
"Quinn, I need a favor. An old friend of mine has been beating his wife for I don't know how long and he needs to learn a lesson."
"So what do you want me to do with him?" she asked.
"I'll email you the address when I get off the phone but I need you to take him to that abandoned warehouse downtown and lock him up. Call me when you get there. I want you to watch him for a few days while I work something else out. Okay?"
"It's handled."
Now that that was taken care of he walked back into the building and took the elevator to their floor. When he got back into the office Olivia had already managed to change into a clean blouse. She was pacing in circles. He closed the door and stood there for a minute watching her.
She abruptly stopped and looked at him. "Can we get back to work now?"
"Really? Are we really not going to talk about the fact that your husband hits you? You can't go back there. I won't let you. You can come home with me for a few days until we find you somewhere to stay. Do you need to go shopping for clothes or do you want to go back and get some things?"
"Go back? I cant—I cant go back. He might be there."
"He won't. And I wouldn't let you go back alone anyway. I'm going with you and trust me, he'll be on a little vacation for the next few days where no one will bother him."
"Wh-what does that mean? Please don't hurt him. I love him."
"Look I know he's your husband but how can you say you love someone who abuses you like that? You deserve so much more than that."
"He hasn't always been this way. Something happened. Something changed him and he didn't know how to deal with it and I was an easy target I guess. I thought maybe one day he would get better. That me loving him unconditionally would be enough to heal him; fix him. But I guess I was wrong."
"Your marriage is none of my business but I care about you Liv. I would do anything for you. If you say jump I'll ask how high. Let me be your friend, you need a friend right now. Let me take care of you and handle this for you. Will you let me do that?"
"I'll think about it," she said with a confused look on her face. "Fitz you don't have to do this."
"Yes I do. Why don't we take the rest of the day off and you can come to my place. I have a guest room that you can sleep in and tomorrow we'll see about getting some of your things out of the house. How does that sound?" he asked.
"That's fine."
She grabbed her purse and briefcase and waited for Fitz to put on his suit jacket and followed him to his car. She was silent the whole car ride but Fitz didn't mind. He was too busy thinking of ways he could kill Jake when he finally got his hands on him.
