Sorry to have left you all on a cliff-hanger, but here is the rest. Guess I don't really need to warn you that this chapter contains a lot of violence. I got editing again so this chapter is shorter than originally planned but I've managed to scrape together another two chapters for this story.

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Chapter 10

Olivia was in the kitchen, she had filled up two more glasses of wine for them both and was now slicing some cheese to make them cheese on toast. It was a simple meal but all she wanted to do was lay in Richard's arms, she wasn't even really that hungry.

She thought she heard footsteps in the living room so she shouted, "Rich, I'm only making cheese on toast. A fine example of my culinary skills." she said with a smile.

She turned and looked over when she got not reply. She waited and still got no one. She guessed he must have gone out to get even more wood. She didn't mind because it then meant she had him all to herself and didn't have to worry about him needing to make more trips to the wood shed.

She returned to slicing cheese, only stopping to grab her wine glass and bring it up to her lips so she could take a sip. She placed it back down and began arranging the cheese onto the toast. She threw the knife into the bowl of dirty washing, she'd clean it later.

She was about to put the cheese under the grill when her eyes caught a glimpse of something behind her reflected in the small TV screen that sat on the corner of the counter beside her. It took her all of a second to realise it was a person and that they held a shovel up in the air. She moved to the side just as the shovel come swinging down at her.

The blade of the shovel hit the solid marble worktop with a loud, ear piercing, clank that made Olivia scream. With her back now to the counter she tried to look at her attacker but their face was covered by the hood of their large red ski jacket. They wasted no time swinging the shovel at Olivia again. Once more she managed to dodge the blow, barely. She didn't miss their angry growl and she was almost certain it sounded…

She screamed in pain as the shovel was swung at her again, this time hitting her arm, slicing right through her flesh. The next blow that hit her smacked her in the side, luckily it was the flat part of the shovel so although it hurt like hell it didn't cut into her.

She tried to run but the pain her ribs caused her was excruciating and took her breath away. Her attacker swung the shovel at her again, with another angry growl just like before. She had begun to think before that it sounded like a woman, now she knew it was. This time as the shovel was about to hit her she managed to grab a hold of the handle and although it still hit her it was with nowhere near as much force.

She kept hold of the handle of it and tried to pull it out of her attackers hand but her injured arm offered little help. Trying something else she kicked out at her attacker, the second time she did so it seemed to hurt them more and they stumbled backwards before landing on their ass.

Olivia finally got a look at her attacker as their hood fell back off their head. It was most certainly a woman and one she recognised. "Krista!" she said in disbelief. She had suspected her months ago but then Martin had turned out to be the rapist and the killers and so she had forgot about it.

She held onto the shovel as Krista glared up at her, happy to know she was the one with the weapon, not knowing how wrong she was. "You bitch!" Krista growled at her before, quick as lightening, she whipped a small handgun out of her boot.

She fired it before Olivia even had chance to register she had a damn gun. It was only a small gun but the bullet it fired into her shoulder knocked her back like she'd been kicked by a horse. She reached up and held her shoulder where the bulled had lodged itself.

She watched as Krista tried to push herself up. Somehow the shovel was still in her left hand, despite the bullet in her left shoulder. She gripped it tighter and swung out at Krista, knocking the gun out of her hand as she pulled the trigger again releasing another bullet, one that missed Olivia and burrowed itself into the wall behind her.

Krista tried to push herself up but Olivia swung the shovel at her again, putting in as much effort as her sliced right arm and shot left arm would allow. She heard a crunch as it hit Krista's shoulder and the way Krista screamed in pain told Olivia the blow had hurt her.

She went to swing the shovel again but Krista kicked her leg out, slamming her heavy snow boot into Olivia's shin. It knocked her leg from under and she crashed to the floor on her knees, the shovel falling from her hands.

She tried to grab a hold of it again but Krista's boot connected hard with her face. She was thrown back into the cupboard, cracking her head against the hard wood. She felt lightheaded and could also feel blood pumping from her nose and her lip.

Krista threw herself at Olivia, an angry fist flew at her face but Olivia was quick to move her head to the side so Krista's fist only met the same hard wood Olivia had just cracked her head against. Again she yelped in pain at the same time Olivia heard a loud crunch.

She was glad to think Krista was hurt but she was happy to inflict more pain on her. She jabbed her elbow hard into Krista face, leaving her nose bleeding. Krista fell back and quickly reached up and cupped her bloody nose in her hand.

Olivia used the cupboards to pull herself to her feet. She grabbed the grill pan off the cupboard and swung that at Krista, sending the cheese on toast flying through the air. The pan hit Krista hard upside the head. She fell flat against the floor, lifeless.

Olivia held the pan in her shaking arms for a second longer, only putting it down when Krista remained motionless on the floor. Olivia dropped the pan to the floor and reached up and placed the back of her hand under her bleeding nose. She then grabbed a dish cloth off the counter and stepped over Krista, holding the cloth against her bleeding shoulder, trying to ignore the agony she was in.

"Richard! Richard!" she called out as she moved into the living room, she quickly saw he wasn't in there.

She picked up the phone and dialled in 911 but nothing seemed to happen. She brought the phone up to her ear and heard nothing. She pressed cancel and tried to dial again, but still nothing. Krista's cut the phone lines, she thought to herself. She threw the phone down onto the couch and decided she had to find Richard, wherever he was.

Before she had chance to move on Krista dove on her back, sending them both crashing to the floor. She felt something come round her neck, another dishcloth. Krista pulled it tight, choking the life right out of Olivia as she struggled to push herself up.

"Richard's mine!" Krista roared angrily at her. "He's always been mine! You bitches think you can take him away from me!"

Olivia could only gasp for air as she tried to pull the cloth away from her throat but Krista seemed to have more strength available in her arms than Olivia did right now. She managed to swing her arm up and once more her elbow connected with Krista's face, not as hard as she would have liked but hard enough to make her loosen her grip. Olivia ripped the cloth away from the throat and threw it as far away from them as she could.

She managed to push herself up from the floor, sending Krista crashing backwards. She rolled onto her back, ready to throw a punch or a kick or something but she found herself staring down the barrel of the small hand gun in Krista's hands.

"It's your turn to die now bitch, just like all the others! Once again I'm finishing the job Martin started."

"You were the one who did the shooting?" Olivia said knowingly.

"Yeah, and it's ironic that you work that out just as I'm about to kill you with the same gun. Richard will finally be mine!" she growled angrily at Olivia.

Olivia could only watch as Krista began squeezing the trigger. She closed her eyes and waited for the bang of the gun, the pain of a bullet as it slammed into her body. She screamed as she heard the shot, but oddly she felt no pain.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Krista who looked right past her, a sad look in her eyes. She turned to look where Krista was looking. Richard stood in the doorway, a gun in his hand, pointed right at Krista. Olivia turned back to look at Krista. Blood seeped from a hole in her chest. She glared angrily at Olivia before she fell backwards, landing hard on the floor.

Olivia began trying to push herself up but Richard was there to help her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a moment, then he quickly kissed her before he asked, "Are you okay, Jesus Christ you're bleeding!"

Olivia weakly reached up and touched the blood that was all down his face, "So are you." she said to him.

"She hit me, but I'm fine." he lied. His head felt ready to explode, but he'd live. "She shot you." he said as he reached up and firmly pressed his hand over the wound on Olivia's shoulder.

She groaned in pain but knew it had to be done. She rested her head against his chest and thank god they were both okay.

TBC

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