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Chapter 9
7 year old Olive Dunham stood with her back against the wall in the hallway, she knew that the phone call had been important or else her mother wouldn't have sent her and her sister to their rooms, but Olive knew better she waited for a few minutes before going back down to the hallway and listening in to the conversation that was being held in the kitchen. She listened out for words she might have recognised but the one she wasn't expecting to hear was her father's followed by sobs and tears and in that moment Olive knew, she just knew that he wasn't coming home to them.
It wasn't as if he would have been coming home to them anyway, she had been told by her mother, after her father had left, that if he came home, he wouldn't be coming home to them, Olive didn't know what that meant years ago but it had been over 4 years since her father had left, letters coming in the mail for them, just to let me know he was still ok but he wouldn't be coming home. Her mother and father had had a huge fight before he walked into Olive's room, she was only 2 years old, kissing her on the forehead before telling her he loved her, that was the last time she had seen him.
Her mother had always told her she loved him but when Olive had gotten older and had asked her mother where her father was and why he wouldn't be coming back to them, her mother just sighed and explained that they had stopped being together long before he had left, long before he had gone away to a war that seemed to never have ended. It was also in that moment that she had found out that her little sister, little Rachel, was not her sister, or at least not in the strictest sense. Her mother had explained to her that Rachel was her stepfather's daughter and that was why he would never hurt her, why he would always go after Olive instead. This rocked Olive; it took her a while before she looked at her sister the same way.
Olive was a smart girl, much smarter than she should have been for her age and so she knew, it wasn't Rachel's fault and she knew that she loved Rachel more than ever because she had a horrible person for a father, at least Olive could claim no relation to the man who beat her and her mother, Rachel on the other hand, had no choice and yet her mother had allowed her to grow up believing that Olive's father was hers as well, which lead Olive to believe that was why her stepfather would abuse her mother, he resented her for it.
Olivia sat back against the seat, and sighed, the pain in her leg hadn't gone away but the fire trucks and ambulance had arrived so she and Peter felt a little better knowing that someone else was there to help them through. The first thing they did was spray the front of the car, letting the foam soak into the engine, essentially stopping all chance of the SUV exploding, but the next problem was, getting Olivia out safe and sound, and also keeping her awake.
Paramedics had determined that any more blood loss would be very dangerous for her but instead of working to stop the bleeding, they first had to work to get her out. "Livia, look at me…come on sweetheart…" Peter placed his hand inside the shattered window, touching Olivia's face in an attempt to keep her focus on him and keep her awake and talking. She rolled her head towards him, blood staining her cheek from the gash caused by the broken glass but her eyes told a different story. "Peter…I'm so tired…" she spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know sweetheart, but I need you to keep your eyes open for me, can you do that? I want you to tell me something…anything…tell me something I don't know…" he moved to the side of the SUV, letting the fire fighters through so they could begin work on getting Olivia out.
She moved her head slightly to the side so she could see where Peter had gone and to her surprise Peter hadn't moved further than the column separating the front and back doors. "I…made a mistake…that night…" her words trailed off the she slipped into unconsciousness with the last thing she heard was Peter voice, calling to her, begging her to stay awake.
Peter sat silently for hours, begging, hoping that Olivia would wake up. The fire fighters had managed to get her out of the car but not before the lack of blood had gotten to her and she had slipped into unconsciousness. He hadn't left her side from that moment on, never wanting to let her out of his sight again, but he was so tired, that it got to a point where he could just stare at her lifeless body anymore and he allowed his mind to wander.
He thought back to the night they had slept in the same bed, the feeling of having her sweep her lips across his and then the moment where she said she was wrong, about that night. His heart left hoping she meant the night in Barrett's garden, the night she had told him she didn't want to be with him; he just hoped that she had changed her mind. A knock at the door pulled in from his thoughts and he looked up to find Charlotte running straight through the door and into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Is Liv going to be ok?" she asked as Peter pulled her onto his lap so she could see Olivia, Rachel following close behind.
"Peter! What happened?" Rachel's voice was frantic, she had no doubt been terrified when she was told Olivia had been in another accident. Rachel looked over Peter's face, he had a two inch long gash down his cheek, as well as bandaging on his neck, covering the spots where the glass had come into contact with skin, but she could also see the strapping that was speaking out the top of his shirt, the paramedics had popped his shoulder back into place at the scene when he had refused to leave Olivia's side, they had strapped it back into place when they had arrived at the hospital.
"Rach…we were in an accident, a truck came through the intersection, I barely saw it coming, I pulled Olivia towards me just as it hit, they said I could have saved her life. God I couldn't do more than call her name…" Peter dropped his head so it rested on Charlottes back, the little girl leaning over to watch Olivia with her small hand resting on Olivia's larger on, like she was a doll that was supposed to wake up within seconds of being touched. Peter felt Rachel's hand rest on his shoulder, "Peter you did what you could…" he looked up to find that she had tears in her eyes, they both knew Olivia was going to be ok, but just the memory of having her in the same place as she was once before when they were told she was going to die scared them both. He watched on as Rachel moved closer to bed, taking her sister's other hand in hers and holding it tight. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking suddenly about what he could have done, what he should have done to keep her safe but it was interrupted by another knock at the door.
Looking up, he found Broyles making his way into the hospital room, taking one look at Olivia's body before motioning for Peter to follow him out in the hallway. "Listen to me Peter, and listen closely, the vehicle that hit your's is registered to the stepfather, he set it up. Turned himself in and with his phone call, set up the accident. He believes that Olivia is dead because that's what he wanted and to be honest with you, for the moment, that's what we want. He seems to want to talk now that she is out of the picture, or so he believes. Now he hasn't confessed to anything so we can't pin him for anything in particular but we need your help to break him. I know you can do it, you've done it before." Peter was shocked, he couldn't believe they had been targeted, he turned back to Olivia's room, looking in through the window at her still laying still before rubbing his hands over his face, exhaustion starting to seep into his body.
He waited for a few moments, thinking that maybe Broyles would speak but he never did, he was leaving Peter to his own thoughts. He looked down at the ground but turned his head so he could make sure that Broyles was still standing behind him, "Give me a minute" before moving back into the room, Broyles watched as Peter moved directly to Charlotte, placing a kiss on her forehead before peaking to her then he moved to Olivia, Broyles watched as he leant down and placed a gently kiss on her lips before closing his eyes and sighing deeply. Broyles had known what was going on between them and he was glad they seemed to be getting back to how things were but he was also hopeful that Peter's feelings for Olivia and the little girl would help them break the stepfather.
Peter glanced through the one-sided glass window at the man who sat in handcuff at the far side of the table, he seemed…unfazed by what was happening to him, almost as if he was happy to be where he was and that only infuriated Peter more. With his arms crossed over his chest as much as his bandaged shoulder would let him, Peter turned to Broyles, "What do you want me to do? This guy doesn't seem like the sort of guy who will break under a little pressure…" Broyles sighed before handing Peter a file, "We found this…apparently he lost his own daughter a few years ago, his name is Daniel Walker and he was a scientist for US government. He was investigated for child abuse against his own daughter, but unfortunately it was only brought to attention when she was found dead in their family home. No chargers were laid due to a lack of evidence." Peter looked up suddenly, so Charlotte really was from the other side, she had been kidnapped just like he was as a child.
"He grew up in Jacksonville, he is Olivia's age…" Peter looked down at the file in his hands and sighed, they hadn't filled Broyles in on that part and so he began. "Walker was part of the cortexiphan trials. That's how he got to the other side, how he found Charlotte. Olivia has a theory. He was close with Nick Lane, he visited him in the hospital even after Walker was released. Olivia believes that he and Nick, and also another cortexiphan kid crossed over together. She thinks they all remembered the trials and tried to recreate the circle to cross over." Broyles eyebrows shot to his nonexistent hairline as Peter spoke, "That would mean that she would have been here since she was a baby. Nick was only incarcerated for three years before we found him."
Peter nodded, "Yeah, it seemed that before they both went away for a few years they were friends before hand. It says here that Walker was in the hospital for two years, Nick for three. That's means Charlotte was only a baby alright. Ok let me go and have a go at him. Let me know if you hear from the hospital." Peter headed for the door without even a second glance at Broyles or any of the other agents in the small room.
It all happened next as they show in the TV shows. Peter walked in, slammed the door behind him, making Walker jump slightly, before he slapped the file on the table, hearing it echo in the silent room before Peter took a seat and just stared across the table for a moment, sizing each other up. "So, where's the blond girl? The agent…?" Daniel's tone was sarcastic and it made Peter's inside's churn. He swallowed heard before he spoke trying to sound as convincing as possible. "There was an accident, she didn't make it…" the smile that spread across Daniel's face was sickening. "Ah…and so I get stuck with you? The boyfriend? How come you're not at her side?" He leaned forward, trying to be as threatening as possible.
Peter sat back, trying to show that he was afraid of Daniel, and truthfully he wasn't, he was afraid of what he might do to the man who abused his daughter and Charlotte, and also caused the accident that has Olivia unconscious in a hospital for who knows how long. "Mr. Walker. Tell me about your daughter…" Peter flicked through the file in search of his daughters name, "…Evie…" Peter's eyes flickered up to Daniel and he noticed that his expression had changed. "I loved my daughter." His words were hollow and yet they held a different sort of tone, Peter thought that Daniel honestly believed that he loved his daughter, that what he did to her was because of love, it was making Peter sick.
"And Charlotte…?" Peter couldn't help but ask, he wanted to know what Daniel thought of the little girl he kidnapped. "…Did you love her to? Listen to me closely, an agent is dead, a child is scared for life, she is terrified and that's all because of you." Peter sat back again, his shoulder throbbing but he was never going to let it show, not when he was trying to gain the upper hand in the conversation. Daniel just sat back and stared at Peter, smirking like crazy. "You sexually abused her, you raped her…she is only five years old…how do you think she is going to grow up now? What do you think your actions had on that little girl…huh?" he leaned forward now, thinking that maybe a little guilt might work, but he knew, deep down, if this guy hadn't had any guilt up until now, he would never feel guilty for what he did to her. Daniel leaned in closer to Peter, there were only inches apart now but the smile on Daniel's face had not faltered.
"Listen boy. I never touched that little girl all right. And you best do well to remember that." Peter was shocked, he hadn't expected to hear him deny the abuse, but the truth was resting just behind his eyes. "Walker listen to me, we know where that little girl is, we have her talking to us, you can just confess and it would make all our lives easier…" Peter was clutching at straws again, he knew it and Daniel knew it, "…just help yourself out here…"
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