This chapter is not long at all, but I wanted to get something up. Thank you all for waiting patiently and I am giving all of you permission to curse me out for taking so long lol. I always seem to write myself into dead ends and take forever to plow a new way to go down. Anyway this chapter is just a little something. I would've wrote more, but I'm unsure of a few things and I would like to read all of your opinions. Now moving on to the Scandal season 4 finale, I must say I did enjoy it, but overall I didn't really enjoy this season and the only reason I watched was to get my dose of Fitz/Tony Goldwyn. The ending made me extremely happy, but I won't hold my breath because somehow someway a certain someone *cough* SR is going to find a way to break them up, which I hope doesn't happen because Fitz deserves to be happy in more than one episode. I also liked the fact Fitz took charge and removed the negativity from the white house. I understand in many ways why Fitz gave both Mellie and Cyrus the boot, especially Mellie. Some may say Fitz is a hypocrite for what he did, but I could spend a lifetime defending him. Also can we take a moment to acknowledge how AMAZING Tony Goldwyn is as an actor. You can always see and feel the emotion he brings to Fitz. As much as I don't like Jake, I did like the fact that he was man enough to finally realize he IS NOT Fitz nor will ever be on Fitz' level and that Olivia will never love him. Okay back to this story I hope you enjoy!

Olivia collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. She had just finished unpacking and putting away her belongings in her old childhood bedroom. She was staying with her mother Carol, until she could find a place of her own.

"Is that everything?" Carol asked looking around the room.

"Yeah." Olivia said with her eyes closed.

"What about that box?" Carol pointed to a medium sized brown cardboard box that was sitting all alone in the corner of the room.

Olivia opened one of her eyes and looked over at the box her mother was pointing to.

"I'm not going to unpack that one." Olivia replied doing her best to hide her emotions. She hoped that her mother got the hint though. Her wounds were still fresh and opening the box would just add more salt to her wounds.

Like any mother that knows their daughter, Carol saw right through Olivia's attempt to appear fine. Instead of confronting her daughter on it, she decided to let it go. She knew Olivia would come to her when she was ready, but right now she needed someone to be there for her. After all, she did just leave her husband.

"Okay. I'm going to start dinner now. Do you need anything?"

"No thank you. I'm going to take a nap." Olivia yawned.

"I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."

Olivia nodded her head as her response. Carol smiled softly as her daughter snuggled into her bed. Just as Carol went to leave out of the room she heard Olivia say, "Thank you ma."

"You're welcome baby. I love you. Get some rest." Carol said planting a kiss on Olivia's forehead before exiting her daughter's room.

Although her eyes were closed and her body was taken over by exhaustion, Olivia could not succumb to the sleep she needed desperately. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable with no success. Olivia ended back in her original position, which was her lying on her back, facing the ceiling. She sighed deeply knowing she was fighting a losing battle. Her mind wouldn't take a break from thinking, thinking about Fitz. She wondered if he got her note and what he was doing at the moment. Olivia felt bad about leaving him the way she did, but she knew that if she waited for him to wake up, he would've begged her to stay and she would have given in to his request regardless of the hell he put her through.

The more she thought about Fitz, the more she wanted to call to check up on him. She had a weird feeling in her gut that something wasn't right. Her gut was never wrong and the weird feeling she had wasn't a good one. Olivia sat up in bed and grabbed her iPhone off of the nightstand next to her bed. She quickly typed in her four number passcode and dialed Fitz' cell listened patiently as the phone begins to ring.


Back at the house

After his fit of rage followed by more crying, Fitz finally calmed down. He wasn't back to his normal self though. Instead he became a zombie. He drug his body upstairs to his bathroom where he sat on the shower floor directly underneath the showerhead. He had a hard time breathing, but that didn't motivate him to get up. In all honesty he could care less about his health at this point. After some time goes by, Fitz eventually found enough energy to actually shower. He then dried off and went to his room to throw on a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He went back into the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit that was hidden underneath the sink. He searched through the kit until he found neosporin and a roll of white gauze.

He rubbed the neosporin on his bright red, swollen knuckles before wrapping the gauze around them a couple of times. Once he took care of his injury, he made his way back downstairs to the kitchen where he grabbed two full bottles of scotch and a glass before heading to living room. He set the two bottles and the glass on the table in front of the couch. Fitz sat down on the couch and his eyes immediately drifted to the pack of Marlboro cigarettes lying on the table. Fitz tapped a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. As he smoked the cigarette, he felt disgusted in himself for going back to his old addiction he fought so hard to overcome for Olivia and look at him now, back to where he started. Wait, he stopped smoking because Olivia wanted him to, but Olivia wasn't there right now. She left him.

That thought made Fitz angry all over again. When he finished his cigarette he switched to drinking. At first he poured himself a drink in his glass, but after awhile, he just started drinking straight from the bottle without letting up. He managed to finish one full bottle and was working on doing the same for the next bottle when his phone started to ring. Fitz wasn't planning on answering his phone. He was too caught up in the burning sensation from the scotch flowing down his throat. Fitz finally put the bottle down and picked up his cellphone that was lying on the table. He didn't bother to look at the caller id. He hit the green accept button and brought his phone to his ear.

"Hello." He said uninterested in having a conversation with the other person on the line.

"Fitz." He heard her voice say on the other end of the receiver. The sound of her voice felt like someone poured freezing ice water on him. Somewhere in his body he sobered up, but he still couldn't fight the effects the alcohol had on him.

"Olivia?" Fitz questioned. He knew who was on the other end of the phone, but he was wondering why she was calling him.

"Hi." Olivia said.

"Hi." Fitz reiterated. "Why are you calling me?" He asked, his words slightly slurred, which didn't go unnoticed by Olivia.

"Are you okay?" Olivia asked with concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah I'm fine. Peachy in fact. How about you? I know you're probably so happy to be away from me right." Fitz said as he took another swig from the bottle in his head.

"Fitz that's not- are you drunk?" Her question caused Fitz to laugh dryly.

"No I'm not drunk. I only had a full bottle of scotch and now I'm on my second one." Hearing the words come out of his mouth made him laugh harder only with humor this time. "Well shit I guess I am drunk."

"Oh my god Fitz please stop drinking before you pass out or get alcohol poison." Olivia said worriedly.

"Awe Livvie you care about me, that's cute." Fitz teased, but his teasing tone quickly turned into one laced with seriousness. "But if you really cared about me you wouldn't have left me. Where are you anyway?"

"You know why I left. I left you a note that it explained it all." She defended herself. She purposely ignored his last question because she didn't want him to know where she would be staying for a while.

"Fitz scoffed, "Yeah I got your letter and I guess I got what I wanted too." He takes another gulp of scotch, clenching his jaw as the brown liquid burned his throat.

"What do you mean you got what you wanted?" Olivia asked. She was afraid to know the answer, but at the same time Fitz was drunk and this was probably the only time he would tell her the truth.

"I wanted you to leave me. That's why I treated you so poorly. I wanted you to leave me because I didn't deserve you. I didn't deserve anyone's sympathy or pity after Jerry died because I wasn't an active father or husband. I didn't deserve you. You should have left me long before the accident, but you stayed. After Jerry died I felt like you deserved better but I couldn't bring myself to leave you. I wanted you to be the one to leave but I knew you would never leave me, so I pushed you away in hopes you would finally hate me enough to walk out on our marriage and out of my life. I wanted you to hate me and I wanted you to leave me. Clearly I succeeded but it hurts like hell not having you here. I was stupid for what I did and I am so sorry Livvie." Fitz admitted.

Tears formed in Olivia's eyes while her husband informed her of why in mistreated her for six whole months. "So all this time you deliberately hurt me to make me leave you. How could you do that Fitz?"

"Livvie I'm so sorry please forgive me. I know I made a mistake. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted you to be happy and I could tell you weren't with me. I came up with this idiotic plan, so you could be free. I never meant to hurt you… well I did but not as bad as I did. Please you have to believe me." Fitz tried his best to get his thoughts sorted out in order to transform them into words. The alcohol was his best friend before Olivia called, but now the alcohol was his worst enemy.

"I believe you Fitz and congratulations, your planned worked. You treated me with so much disrespect that a part of me doesn't even want to try to amend our marriage. I should have left you a long time ago when you became a stranger instead of the man I fell in love with, married, and had a child by. I can't even fathom the thought of you wanting to hurt me to the point of no return. You vowed to always be there for me and take care of me through the good times and the bad times and in sickness and in health until death do us part. I guess Jerry's death was the one that would make us separate. If I would've known this is where we would end up, I would have never allowed myself to fall so deeply in love with you." Olivia said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She was tired of crying over a man who continued to prove his unworthiness of her.

"Livvie I-" Fitz started to say before he was cut off.

"Save it. You were right I do hate you and as of right now I want a divorce. I hope you have a good lawyer." And with that being said Olivia ended the call between them before Fitz could reply.

She was furious with Fitz. She understood him originally acting the way he did because he was hurting, they both were, but to find out that he purposely abused her to make her leave, made her want to destroy Fitz' life like he had done hers. It was pain he wanted to give and he definitely succeeded, but he better be prepared to receive the same amount of pain Olivia endured because she was surely going to make his life as difficult as possible. She was done being the nice guy. She knew two wrongs won't make a right, but she wanted to see him hurt as bad as he had hurt her. Olivia leaving him was just her getting warmed up. Fitz wanted a war, a war he shall receive. She hoped he was as ready as she was because she wanted his blood and would stop at nothing to get it. She was going to go nuclear on him. She was going for the jugular. And Olivia knew she would not lose with the help of her girls by her side, especially Abby who already wanted to hang Fitz by his balls. This was what Fitz wanted right? Then so be it...

Author's Note: Uh Oh Olivia is done playing games with Fitz. I honestly have only a faint idea of where I'm taking this story. There are so many roads to explore, but sadly I can't take all of them. I know some have mixed feelings on whether or not Olivia should divorce Fitz. Some think they should seek counseling individually and together, see other people while they separated (more so Olivia), I even read a few reviews where some wanted Olivia to be pregnant. Like I said before I only have the faintest idea of where I want to take this story. I would love to hear all of your ideas, thoughts, comments, suggestions, etc on what direction you would like this story to go in. It would help me out immensely. And with school coming to end it will help me update quicker, so please let me know what's on your mind because mine is blocked off at the moment. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!