I hate xmas, I honestly havnt had a chance to sit down and actually write this chapter, but now its done and I have a few days off girlfriend duty because my bf is going away so I have more of a chance to update…hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 14 - Truth

Olivia wanted to melt into the kiss. It was forceful and strong and full of everything she wanted but something inside of her snapped and she pulled away, "Peter, what are you doing?" it was barely above a whisper but he had heard it nonetheless. He dropped his head and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry, its just that…" Peter looked up towards her eyes but only found confusion. A thought occurred to him as he watched her eyes, "Livia, what do you remember from the alley way?" Peter swallowed visibly.

Her eyes narrowed and her brow knotted in thought, "Um, not much. Just a lot of pain, screaming…you crying out in pain and then I remember seeing Tayla's face. Why?" He watched her again, his eyes saddening with every passing moment. Slowly they found their way to the floor where he fidgeted for a moment.

"Peter, what's wrong? Other than the obvious…" Olivia took a step closer to him, but did not touch him. She was scared that if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop.

"Don't worry about it Liv Ok. It's fine." Peter still hadn't brought his eyes to meet hers and it was beginning to worry Olivia but before she could say anything Maxzille called out from the kitchen.

"Hey Liv, come here! I think you might want to listen to this..."

Olivia's eyes shot up as did Peter's and for once they did meet before moving quickly into the kitchen. Olivia strode into the kitchen with Peter close on her heals but stopped when she saw her father leaning against the counter.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Olivia breathed, his somber looks making her mind jump to conclusions.

They watched as he pushed himself away from the kitchen counter, "Olivia, can we talk please?" his eyes flicked behind her towards Peter, but Olivia saw it.

"Whatever you have to say, you can say here. It's not like they aren't going to find out anyway." Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and waited. She felt Peter take a step closer to her and place his hand on the small of her back. It was reasurring and calming.

Her father sighed. Gently rubbing his hand over his face to try and find a way to speak. He took a step closer to Olivia and his eyes glanced over her shoulder at Peter. "Olivia, the scroll that was found, the one the Marcus was talking about if from the Codex Gigas."

Olivia's breath stopped, Marcus and Maxzille froze. Her father must have seen the look on Peter's face because he elaborated, "The Devil's Bible. I know what the rest of it says Olivia and you're not going to like it."

*8*

Thirty minutes had passed and Olivia had found her way to the table, she had taken a seat while Peter had found a spot behind her, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"So what do you think Olivia?" her father's voice waved slightly.

"It seems I don't have a choice now do i?" Olivia didn't know what to think. It was all new and scary and it was suddenly all coming back to haunt her. Images of tortured faces and screaming souls. She honestly didn't know how she slept at night.

"Olivia you can't be seriously considering actually doing this can you? I mean this is insane." Peter moved from his place at the counted and came to kneel down beside her chair. He placed a hand on her thigh to get her attention. And that's what it did. Her head snapped to attention to come face to face with him. Her eye's boring holes into Peter's. "Please Livy, there has to be another way." His voice was just above a whisper now.

"Peter," Olivia placed her hand on his cheek for a moment and he placed his over hers, holding it to him, "I don't have a choice."

His brow knotted together in frustration and anger. Forcefully he grabbed her hand away from his face and dropped it to her side. "You're out of your mind! I'm not doing this with you Olivia." Peter turned his back to Olivia and made a grab for his coat.

As soon as Olivia saw him grab for his coat she stood, ignoring the others in the room. "Peter, where are you going?" She called out to him as he reached for the door handle. Olivia grabbed his arm as he opened the door, but he just slipped his arm away from her and continued out the door.

Olivia stood there shocked for a moment. Peter had never left her, he had always come back, no matter what and now it was as if he wasn't going to come back at all.

"But I can't do this without you…" her voice was barely above a whisper. Feeling the hand on her shoulder Olivia turned to face the person behind her. Her father looked down at her before turning back to the boys in the room.

"Come on, we have things to do." And with that he was gone. Leaving Marcus and Maxzille alone with Olivia.

*8*

Peter couldn't believe he had actually left her there to deal with all of this on her own but he had to get out of that hotel room before he hit something. She was actually considering this, no she was actually doing this. She had to be crazy and there was no way in hell he would watch her do this.

Peter wondered the street some more until he found himself at the café they had gone to, the one where Olivia had danced with Maxzille. He smiled to himself as he remembered her laugh and her smile.

But then his mind crossed to the phone call from Tayla. Tayla. Could Olivia really had been right about Tayla being the one behind all this?

Olivia never lied, she never had a reason too and although she had told Peter she loved him, which she apparently didn't remember, she still didn't have a reason to lie to him. He didn't know what to do.

He left betrayed by this girl he thought he knew. He was angry that he was being used and he was confused because of Olivia. She loved him…like a brother, more? He had heard her cry the night he slept on the couch but he never thought he would actually hear those words come from her mouth.

He loved her, that was for sure, but he just didn't know what to do about making her remember she said it to him.

The night had become cooler, considering the scorching heat that seemed to blast through the town. Peter pulled his jacket closer to his body and shoved his hands in his pockets.

He knew now he had to go back to her, back to the hotel room and make her understand that he wasn't going anywhere.

As he turned back towards the hotel, the direction he came from, something connected with the back of his neck and his world went black, but not without one lasting sentence.

"You'll be fine my love…"

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