Part 10
Olivia knew that if she told her father the truth all hell would break loose.
Letting it slip that he was married was bad enough, but to then reveal the rest; that not only is he married but he has kids too, or worst of all-he's white! Elijah would then put two and two together and it wouldn't take him long before he figured out that the man she was having an affair with was in fact Fitz… His colleague, his supposed friend- the man he trusted to find her a job and look out for her. Eli would kill him, she was certain of it.
Therefore when Eli demanded that she tell him, she held on to her resolve and refused to do so.
However, unsatisfied by the outcome Elijah lost the little composure he had left- and started firing a string of verbal abuse towards her, calling her a harlot, a whore, a disappointment for a daughter, a disgrace- whilst also telling her that he couldn't have her living under his roof any more; not as long as she played "willing mistress" to a married man. So when he asked her to get out and she didn't, in anger he decided to physically remove her instead… Carrying her out, as she kicked and screamed in protest, hysterically begging him stop. He was so livid with her, blinded by rage that her pleas and tears had little effect on him, as he unceremoniously dumped her out onto the street.
"Daddy please don't do this…" she cried- completely broken inside.
Spitting venomously, he said… "You think you're grown enough to have an affair with a married man, then you can be grown enough to live elsewhere… I'll get your stuff dropped off at NOW on Monday, until then I don't want to see your face- you disgust me!" And with that, he turned and climbed the stairs of the porch, re-entered the house without looking back once, and slammed the door behind him. Effectively shutting her out for good.
In utter disbelief, for a while Liv remains rooted on the spot where her father had dumped her and thrown her out like trash. And in that moment, that's exactly how she felt, like trash… filthy and used up and unwanted.
How could it all go so terribly wrong?
Just a few hours ago Fitz had been making love to her, he had her floating on air; she was happy and she felt loved… And now? Now she felt like pond scum, lower than dirt, abandoned and more alone than ever before. The whole situation had come crashing down on her like a pile of bricks; the carnage of what was once her life- now a crushing weight upon her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
She had no-one to turn to. She could hardly call Fitz at home, that wouldn't go down well at all… She didn't dare turn to Edison for support either, seeing as he now knew she'd been using him for an alibi, without his knowledge… She then thought of seeking refuge with Quinn or Abby- but then quickly thought twice about going to them- because they were intelligent enough to read between the lines and she didn't want to give them room to suspect that something was going on between her and Fitz. So instead, she got up and started to walk to the only place she could think of going; a place where she wouldn't be turned away and somewhere she could gain a little comfort.
An hour later, reaching her destination; shattered, exhausted and emotionally wrung she falls to her knees and weeps… "I'm so sorry Mommie… I've made a mess of everything… Please tell me what to do? I can't do this alone…"
10 minutes later; curled up in foetal position, she lays beside her mother's grave and eventually cries herself to sleep, falling into a restless slumber- One that is unfortunately plagued with nightmares and a rocky future ahead; filled with great uncertainty.