Authors note -
Sorry this took so long guys. You've all been very patient and I appreciate the fact I haven't recieved any death threats.
So here is chapter 9.
Disclaimer: I'm getting my braces off tomorrow so right now I don't give a shit that I don't own it. I have other things to smile about. -grins-
This chapter is for LivandElforlife because she was my 100th reviewer for this story.
So, I hope you all enjoy...
Olivia groggily opened her eyes to see her alarm clock telling her it was 3:00pm. She felt the warmth of someone's breath on her neck which instantly made her freak out she quickly turned to see Elliot lying with his arms around her.
Now she was confused.
She didn't remember going to bed and she certainly didn't remember Elliot getting into bed with her or doing anything else for that matter. The last thing she remembers is lying on the couch. She glanced under the covers and realised they were both still clothed – this made her feel a little more at ease…sort of.
She hadn't been with anyone since she was raped, being in a confined with a man still made her flinch, even if it was Elliot.
She began to feel uncomfortable and was trying tow quash the feeling of a panic attack coming on. Soon the anxiety set in and she knew she needed to get up, even if it meant disturbing Elliot.
She quickly lifted his arm and slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom. She had completely forgotten her crutches and assumed she didn't need them anyway. She closed the door and locked it before slumping to the floor, trying to hold back her tears.
She tried taking deep breaths, massaging her temples, even rocking slightly but nothing was working. She knew the scissors she used for all her medical things like bandages and tape were in her top draw but she couldn't do that to Elliot, she couldn't.
The anxiety was beginning to heighten as her stomach muscles tensed.
"Fuck." Olivia whispered, "Fuck, why can't I just stop. I can't do this to Elliot, I can't, I can't."
Olivia stood and made her way to the set of draws. She quickly rifled through it and found the scissors before slumping back against the wall. She rolled up her pants on the opposite leg to the one which was all bandaged up. She flicked the scissors open and thought how ironic it was to be using them for harm instead of using them to help like any normal person.
She held them expertly, pressing the blade to her skin and drawing it down her leg a couple of centimeters.
She immediately felt the release and didn't have the need to do anymore…for now. She watched as the blood began to pool in little droplets along the cut before she grabbed some toilet paper and pressed it to the cut.
Satisfied that the blood had stopped seeping, Olivia got up and flushed the piece of toilet paper and washed her hands, making it seem believable if Elliot was awake.
Sure enough, when she opened the door Elliot was sitting on her bed.
"Did you sleep well?" Olivia asked.
"Yep, did you?" Elliot replies.
"Uh-huh." Olivia started to move around the other side of the bed but was stopped when Elliot grabbed her arm.
"What were you doing in the bathroom, Liv?" Elliot eyed Olivia.
"I went to the toilet, what do you think?" Olivia snatched her arm out of Elliot's grip, all of a sudden feeling trapped in a corner.
"Liv, you were in there for twenty minutes." Elliot raised an eyebrow, "It doesn't take that long to go to the toilet, not for women anyway."
"S-so what?" Olivia shrugged, nervously.
"Liv, what were you doing in the bathroom?" Elliot repeated his question.
"I went to the toilet, I told you!" Olivia began to raise her voice, only slightly but it was enough.
"I don't believe you." Elliot said, not quite raising his voice but making it sound more forceful.
"You know what? It's none of your damn business!" Olivia said, trying to keep her tone even and her emotions in check.
"Olivia, we both know what you were doing," Elliot sighed, "Show me your leg."
"Fuck off." Olivia had the appearance of a deer trapped in headlights.
"Olivia-" Elliot tried again but was cut off.
"I said; Fuck off! Drop it or leave. Either way works." Olivia countered, her voice low and threatening.
"I'm not leaving Olivia and I'm not dropping it. You were just in hospital not even ten hours ago and you're already doing it again!" Elliot had now raised his voice and Olivia snapped.
She knew all these things. She knew she had a problem, she knew he wasn't going to leave and she knew he wasn't going to drop it.
"Get out." She growled.
"No."
"Get the fuck out!!"
"Olivia, I'm not leaving until you show me your leg."
"GET OUT!"
"Olivia!"
"Fine!!" She yelled as she hitched her pant leg up, "There's my damn leg, now GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APPARTMENT!!"
"No!! Olivia, you need help. You can't do this to yourself!!"
Olivia was now fuming, she was beyond angry and before she knew what she was doing she had slapped Elliot across the face, leaving a red hand print.
Her actions had shocked both Elliot and Olivia.
Elliot stood in front of Olivia, each maintaining the others glare.
"Don't you dare tell me what I can and can't do. Don't you dare!" Olivia said in a fierce whisper.
"Liv." Elliot sighed trying to hold his composure and not completely go off his nut.
"Get the fuck out now." Olivia kept her tone, "Just get the fuck out of my apartment NOW!"
Elliot turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Olivia stumbled back against the bathroom door and slid to the floor. She managed to hold her breath for thirty seconds before bursting into tears. She sat and cried for ages, just letting her tears soak her shirt as they slid down her face, then her neck. She sat and cried just willing herself not to feel this way. It's not that she felt said, or angry. It's that she felt numb.
Elliot, being the man he is, was smart enough not to leave Olivia completely. He sat on the couch in her living room, waiting for her to come out and discover him. Waiting for her to come out and yell at him.
After an hour of waiting he began to get scared that she wasn't going to come out at all. He quietly made his way down the hall and to her bedroom. When he didn't hear any sounds emitting through the door he became worried. She could have been asleep but due to her current state and the fact they had just have a massive fight, he wasn't going to bet on it.
He gentle turned the door knob and pushed it open…
Okay, okay okay...I know it's cliffhanger but you have to understand - It comes under the genre "Drama" so it's not like I'm going to end every chapter with "and they all lived happily ever after" sorry but it's not happening. I'm cruel and unsual and revel in driving other people insane with cliffhangers so you're just going to have to deal.
Anwyay, now for another pointless peice of information brought to you by Libra: By law, every child in Belgium must take harmonica lessons at primary school.
Want to know any more pointless and absolutely useless pieces of information? Yes? Then review my good people and I will tell you about ostrichs and babies and fake beards and all this other crap which is stored in my head and on the back of female products.
Lots of love,
Insane in the membrain
...I mean
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