Author's Note: Hello everyone! Phew, so glad finals are over for now. I apologize for taking so long in updating. Here's a little present from me to you this holiday season. I even made it an extra-long chapter. Thanks so much to everyone reading/following/favorting my story. I appreciate it and hope you will continue to enjoy my story. A special thanks to those who are reviewing:

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Well I think that's everyone. Again I'm sorry it took so long to update. Finals really drained me and I went through a slight writer's block. Now I'm back on track and will hopefully be able to update a few times a week until classes start back up. I'll try to have the next chapter out Wednesday-Thursday. Please leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks again to all my readers and reviewers!-Lin

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Olivia's P.O.V (continued)

'Well that was a dumb Liv. You should know better than to walk out like that.' I scolded myself. 'How dare he? Jonathan should know better than to keep something like that from me.' I thought angrily. 'Jonathan wouldn't keep things from me unless he had a reason.' I tried to reassure myself after a few moments I needed to calm down or else I was going to do something stupid and/or reckless. 'Still, he should have just told me.'

My eyes glanced down the dark street. I hugged my coat closer. There were several men around. I could feel heat of their eyes on me. I could hear my heart pounding. I started to turn to head back to the apartment when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart jumped while my mind panicked.

Who the hell was touching me and why? Never mind I didn't want to know why. I sharply turned and went to slap whoever had touched me, when a strong hand stopped me and wrapped around my wrist. My eyes widened when I realized Jonathan was behind me.

"That was a very idiotic move, Olivia." Jonathan sternly told me. His face was calm but there was a severe look in his eyes. "Don't ever pull something like that again." He warned. Relief rushed through my body as I basically threw myself into Jonathan's arms. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. The anger I had felt towards him had evaporated…for the moment.

"Jonathan." I gasped, grateful he was here. His arms wrapped around me protectively before he rested his head against mine for a moment.

"Let's go." Jonathan nodded his head back towards his apartment.

"Ok." I agreed before we started walking back to the apartment. Jonathan's hand barely touched mine when I remembered something.

"Crap! I left the oven on." I told him, panicking slightly.

"The timer went off as I was about to come after you. I turned the oven off before I left." Jonathan informed me while his hand wrapped around mine. I nodded as the panic subdued. The last thing I wanted to do was set the apartment on fire. We walked in silence for a few minutes.

"Your reaction was very different from what I thought it would be." Jonathan stated. "Are you alright?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I've always hoped he'd be caught. Now, he's here. What if he's not caught? What if, he's never caught?" I asked. My mind was wandering. I was still in a bit of shock. I had always wondered what would happen if he was caught. I always imagined myself courageously standing up to him in court. I wanted my rapist to know he didn't ruin my life. I didn't want to be a victim anymore.

However, I was afraid. If he was caught, I would have to relive the rape several times in front of a judge, a jury and/or anyone else I would need to talk to. I didn't want to go back to that mindset. I didn't want to go back to the way I was before the therapy with Jonathan. I didn't want to feel the guilt and self-loathing again.

'Olivia.' I heard a deep voice whisper mockingly. I jumped slightly. I didn't want the voice to return either. My body started to involuntarily shake as fear filled my mind. I hadn't heard the voice in a little over a year. It was starting to peak through like a dagger slowly cutting a small hole into my mind. I couldn't allow that to happen. If nothing else Jonathan wouldn't allow that to happen.

'The fears are only in my mind.' I tried to remind myself. 'Don't let them control you.'

"Olivia?" Jonathan questioned. He had been watching me closely and he noticed the shake in my hand. He abruptly stopped walking and calmly talked to me. He seemed to know what was happening. "It's just a small episode. Breathe, stay calm and talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

I nodded and followed his direction. I focused on calmly breathing until my body stopped shaking. When I didn't say anything, Jonathan softly spoke me through one of the exercises we went through during my therapy sessions. After a few minutes, my mind had slowed down.

"Olivia?" Jonathan asked again. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to him. Our eyes met as I felt my nerves start to calm down.

"I'm ok." I managed to choke out. "Let's go home." All I wanted to do was go home. I needed to sink this information in. I needed to gain control of my mind again.

Jonathan watched me for a moment. "Ok." He finally said after a few moments of silence. His hand reached out for mine. I stared it his hand for a second before I took it. We weren't too far from the apartment.

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Relief flooded over me once we were home. I let out a sigh as Jonathan closed the door behind us. Jonathan turned to me. It looked like he was trying to analyze the situation.

"Do you want to talk or do you want to try to eat dinner first?" Jonathan questioned, walking up to me.

"You can go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry." I said before sitting on the couch. Thoughts were starting to race through my head. I needed my mind to calm down.

"Liv," Jonathan started to state, "don't do this to yourself. You have come so far in your recovery. Don't throw away all the work we've done." I stared at him for a moment trying to understand what he was talking about. It took me a minute to realize he was worried about my anorexia returning.

"I'll eat tomorrow; I promise." I tried to reassure him. Jonathan stared at me for a moment. If my mind wasn't already so cluttered, I would wonder what he was thinking.

"I'm holding you to that promise Liv." He informed me. I nodded, already knowing he would.

"Sit with me a while?" I pleaded. If anyone could help it was Jonathan.

"Of course." He responded before he sat next to me. I instantly dived into his arms. I needed the comfort he could bring me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm acting this way." I confessed after a few minutes. I felt a like a small child, helpless and a tad bit needy.

"You're going through a small repercussion." Jonathan told me, "Take your time. Do what you need to."

"This is small?" I questioned. I felt like I had just been hit by a freight train and he says it's small?

"Are you feeling suicidal?"

"No."

"Trust me. It's small. I've seen some pretty severe repercussions. Our focus needs to be to keep it small." Jonathan assured me. I nodded and snuggled into him a little more. Jonathan held me to him. "This is more how I expected you to react." Jonathan informed me. "What's on your mind?"

"My mind is going so fast. It's hard to put thoughts together." I muttered. I hated this. A few hours ago I was happily living life. Why did this damn bastard have so much control over me? Why did that event still affect me so greatly?

'Pathetic.' I heard a harsh whisper.

What would I have to do, to make this idiotic fear go away? What did I have to do to move with my life?

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Jonathan's P.O.V

'Olivia's not ready. There's no way she can handle a court room at this point.' I thought while I held Olivia close. I expected her to be upset but I didn't think she would take off like that. If anything, I thought she'd refuse to leave the apartment until her rapist was caught.

"Why does it still affect me so much?" Olivia questioned. There was a sad hint in her eyes. "It's been three years. It's pathetic."

I thought for a moment before taking off my glasses, set them on the coffee table and pulled Olivia closer.

"Your reaction is normal. There are women who are never able to truly overcome it. You have done well in your therapy. Just give it time." I answered.

"It's been over a year since we started my therapy. How…"

"And you've made progress. The best thing you can do is allow time for your mind to calm down. You'll continue your medication and we'll continue your therapy. You'll be fine, I promise." I interrupted her.

"I'm not sure that's true." She replied. She looked up from the ground. She looked scared.

"What's happening?" I asked. Her body started to shake again. Olivia hadn't done this in almost a year. Her episode must have been stronger than I had originally thought. I held on her a little tighter, trying to comfort her. "Liv?"

"The voice…" she trailed off.

"It's back?" I inquired. She nodded.

"It's only a whisper but…it's enough to freak me out." Olivia admitted.

'So what are you going to do?' Scarecrow chimed in.

"Where have you been all this time? Usually you've interrupted my thought process long before now." I acknowledged my alter ego.

'I've been busy.'

"You're a voice in my head, what could you possibly be busy with?"

'So what are you going to do about Olivia?' Scarecrow inquired.

"We can take care of this Liv. I'll give you a prescription for something slightly stronger. We will get rid of it." I reassured Olivia and ignored Scarecrow.

"Thank you." She whispered. I smirked slightly. Olivia relied on me more then she realized. She leaned and depended on me. I owned her mind.

"I'm tired of this." Olivia said suddenly. Her eyes weren't filled with sadness or fear now. She was tired and seemed a little pissed off. "How do I stop myself from having these episodes? How can I stop myself from allowing that man to have so much control over my life?"

"I don't think he has as much control over you as you think he does. You're just in shock." I reminded her. The repetition was getting annoying. However I didn't want to set her back any further. It would make more work for me and she wasn't in her right mind. I needed her to relax and to give her time. With the right approach, she'd back to the way I had molded her within a day or two.

We talked for a few more hours. Once Olivia had calmed down enough to sleep, I went back in my office. I set aside the papers I had been working on. I wrote the prescription for Olivia's new medication then pulled out my research for my fear toxin.

I had been working on my fear toxin for a few years now. It was coming along fine but not nearly as strong as I wanted it to be. Olivia's rapist was going to regret the day he hurt her.

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Olivia's P.O.V

Beep…beep…beep.

"Ugh." I groaned as I leaned further into Jonathan's warm body. I didn't want to get up but it was our last work day of the week. Yes! Tomorrow's Saturday! I can cuddle with Jonathan all day….yeah right. He would never go along with that. He's far too busy and isn't nearly as 'clingy' as I am. Still a day cuddling in bed with him would be nice...not going to happen.

I kept my eyes closed and laid there until I felt Jonathan slightly move to turn off the alarm.

"Come on, Liv." I heard Jonathan say. "It's time to get up."

I lifted my head off of Jonathan's chest slightly before giving him a small kiss.

"Are you sure we can't call in sick?" I questioned. "It would be nice to have time with just the two of us relaxing." I gave him another kiss, knowing he would tell me to get ready for work.

"Tempting but the rent doesn't pay itself. Come on. We need to get ready." Jonathan said before giving me yet another quick kiss and getting off of the bed. My mind felt a little fuzzy from the night before but my nerves were calm. It seemed the rest had done me some good.

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Jonathan's P.O.V

'What are you doing? There is a naked woman in your shower. Get in there.' Scarecrow harassed. I rolled my eyes. Olivia had been in my shower every morning for a year now. She always dressed in the bathroom. Why did he think this morning would be any different?

"And do what, exactly? Olivia just found out her rapist is in town. I highly doubt she's interested in doing anything." I replied back. I would never allow such things to take control.

'I think she's more interested than you realize.'

"She'll let me know when she's ready. Until then, I'll back off." I instructed. I wasn't losing Olivia or the work I had done over this.

'I think its coming sooner than your realize.'

"What makes you so confident about that?"

'She left her clothes on the bed.'

Olivia's P.O.V

I turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Once I was wrapped in a towel I looked around for my clothes.

This was odd. Where were my clothes? I always put them on the counter. I scanned the room for a moment before I remembered I had left them on the bed.

Crap! Well, maybe Jonathan is in his office putting papers in his brief case or in the kitchen taking the muffins out of the oven. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the small hallway that joined the master bedroom with the bathroom. I couldn't see Jonathan but I saw my clothes right on the bed. I held the towel tightly to me as I slowly walked down the hallway. Maybe I could grab my clothes and be back in the bathroom before Jonathan noticed.

I had just left the hallway and was in the bedroom itself when I saw Jonathan. He was standing in front of the mirror on the dresser. He had just started to tie his tie when he spotted me in the mirror. I could feel the heat as my cheeks grow red as he turned to me. My hand clutched the towel slightly tighter.

"Forget your clothes?" Jonathan inquired as he turned back to the mirror.

"Yeah." I replied in embarrassment. Jonathan stayed calm, as he always did. It clearly wasn't as big a deal as I felt it was. I'm sure other couples changed their clothes in front of each other without any worry.

'This is stupid.' I thought. 'Come on Liv, he's your boyfriend. If he was going to hurt you, he would have done it by now.' I shook my head quickly put on my bra and underwear. I had started to put my pants on when Jonathan finished with his tie and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss as he placed a hand on my bare back. I felt a shiver go down my spine. My heart was racing out of fear and thrill.

When the kiss ended Jonathan went to say something when the timer went off for our muffins.

"I'll take those out." He said before he left the room.

'He's incredible.' I thought as I put on my shirt. 'Only he could turn something that was so awkward for me into something tender.'

'You stupid girl, this relationship will never last.' I heard the whisper threateningly. I held my breath for a moment. Then something just snapped. I wasn't going to let that voice take control of me. It had no right to tell me what to do or not to do. This was my life. I knew I wanted and I knew who I wanted to be with. The best revenge I could ever inflict on my rapist and the voice, is to live a happy life with the one I loved.

After finishing my make-up and hair, I walked into the kitchen. Jonathan had the TV on with the news in the background. However, he was sitting at the table with a half-eaten muffin, reading something.

"Hey." I greeted him as I walked passed him to grab a plate. I told Jonathan I would eat today and I would keep that promise.

"You sure are cheerful all of a sudden." Jonathan observed before taking a sip of his coffee. "What's on your mind?"

"How soon do you think we could sell my contract to my apartment?" I questioned sitting across from him. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to go back and forth between the two apartments anymore. I want us to live together."

Jonathan thought for a moment. "List it on the internet and find out. We can start moving more of your things over here tonight, if you want." He replied. I smiled and reached for his hand. He set the paper he had been reading on the table and took it. His eyes were reassuring. Yes, this is what I wanted.

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Jonathan's P.O.V

There was a side of that wondered if Olivia's bipolar was kicking in. She had agreed to move in with me a few weeks ago but she had made it obvious she was in any hurry. Until now that is.

'It's the bipolar.' I decided. 'She'll change her mind again.'

Olivia had come a long way in the last year. Today was the first time I had seen her in a towel and in the nude. She was very cautious when it came to displaying her body. A year ago she would have bolted into the bathroom and refused to come out until I was gone. She was a bit jittery at first but she seemed to relax into my touch. I had only managed to touch her bare skin on a few occasions and each of those times she bolted away from me. Scarecrow was right. I already owned her mind and it wouldn't be too long before I owned her body.

After we had stopped at the pharmacy to pick up Olivia's new medication for the voice in her head, we headed to campus. Once we were in my office, Olivia sat at her desk, turned on the computer and listen to the voice messages. I went to my own desk and started taking things out of my briefcase.

"Liv." I called. A moment later she was at the door. "Will you put these grades in the computer for me?" I requested, holding out my grade book for her.

"Of course." She answered. The day went on as it normally did. Olivia and I were in and out of the office for classes and therapy sessions. I was surprised when Olivia told me her apartment was listed actually on the internet. She seemed keen on getting her contract sold.

Karl showed up as he said he would but nothing eventful came from that meeting. He wasn't happy when I told him I couldn't recommend Olivia testify in court. Where her rapist hadn't been caught and they didn't have any new leads it seemed unlikely that she would have to testify any time soon anyway. I would try to prepare her for the courtroom in the meantime. She would have justice whether by the court or by my own hand.

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"I think that's everything." Olivia chirped as she looked around her now empty apartment. A week passed since Karl informed us of Olivia's rapist being in town.

Some days were better than others for her but that was normal. Her bipolar was like a whirlwind fast and always changing. However, her decision to move into my apartment didn't change. Olivia had managed to sell her contract to one of her classmates while the majority of her plants went to the greenhouse at the university.

Olivia handed over her keys to her landlord and we made our way back to our apartment. Our hands intertwined as we walked.

"So, I know you're not really into big crowds but the open house for Gotham's new botanical garden is coming up. Would you mind going with me?" Olivia invited me. I smiled. This would give me the perfect opportunity.

"Of course, just let me know when its." I answered giving her a smirk. She had no idea what I had in mind for her.