Okay, so this chapter will be pretty heavy Olivia content. It will also be pretty intense. I don't want to give away too much with trigger warnings, but there is considerable violence in this chapter.

Be Free—J. Cole

Are we all alone fighting on our own
Please give me a chance
I don't wanna dance
Some things got me down
I will stand my ground,
Don't just stand around
Don't just stand around

All we want to do is take these chains off
All we want to do is break the chains off
All we want to do is be free
All we want to do is be free

3 WEEKS LATER

Olivia ignored her grumbling stomach. She didn't have time to eat. She had just finished shooting a magazine cover and a brief interview for Marie Claire. Now, she was racing to set to get back to filming. It was tiring, but she loved the tight, exhaustive schedule of shooting. It gave her something to do to distract her from how much she missed Fitz—and oh, how she missed Fitz. She had three more weeks of filming, then she could fly back into his arms. Her body ached for him.

Olivia pulled into the lot where she was supposed to park and got out of her car. If only the sun would chill for a day. Olivia willed herself not to perspire too much as she walked over to the tents set up. They were shooting in the streets today, and had gotten a permit to section off a couple of blocks for the shoot.

It was sometime in the late afternoon, Olivia was in the middle of a scene. She was mid-sentence, when a series of loud pops rang out. Everyone instinctively ducked, realizing they were gunshots. They were alarmingly close, but no one knew where they were coming from.

"Everybody, come inside." Chase called out as he ushered Olivia and everyone else into a nearby bar that was empty for their shooting. Olivia stayed by Chase's side, trying to make sense of what happened. Once everybody was safely crammed into the building, Chase whipped his cell phone out.

"Hi… My name is Chase Flowers. I'm at the connection of Euclid and Moreland. I just heard gunshots… No, I couldn't tell what direction they came from, but they were close… Okay. You're welcome. Bye."

"Chase, what's the call?" a crew member asked.

"I just notified the police. I'm responsible for all of you guys' safety, so let's just chill in here for a while until we hear if the matter is resolved."

Thirty minutes passed, and they didn't hear one siren. Olivia went over to where Chase was sitting by the window, watching the street. His brow was crinkled and he seemed deep in thought.

"If we haven't heard any more shots, it is probably safe." Olivia sat across from him.

He took a second before replying. His eyes never left the street. "It doesn't add up. That was probably seven or eight shots. Distinct shots. I'm no arms expert, but it sounded like it was from a pistol, I think. Then nothing? No ambulance or police siren? It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe it was an accident. It could already be resolved."

Chase just shook his head, finally making eye contact with Olivia. "Something is off. My gut is telling me something is off. I don't think we should go out yet… Jason! Come over here please. Bring that iPad."

An assistant producer skipped over with the iPad under his arm. Chase took it from him and began typing into it.

"Oh, shit." Chase muttered. His hands stilled as he stared at the screen.

"What." Olivia got up to look at the screen. Twitter was pulled up with "Atlanta, shots" typed into the search bar. She scanned the tweets that popped up.

Unidentified African American shot by police officer.

Unarmed black teen gunned down. Mclendon Ave. Atlanta, GA

Holy SHIT MAN. Cop just gunned a man down in front of me. His hands were up.

Ridiculous! Atlanta PD need to be stopped.

On Mclendon Av. Right now. They aren't moving body. No action.

Olivia gasped as Chase touched a shaky cell phone video to the screen. A police officer could be seen yelling at a teenager. The teenager seemed to be walking past, uninterested. The officer intercepted the kid's path and grabbed his arm. The kid raised his hands and tried to back up. It was too late, because the officer then pulled his gun and fired multiple shots into the teenager. His body fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud. The video shook to a shot of the ground and stopped.

Olivia, Chase, and Jason sat there speechless. Nobody wanted to say anything or even move. Finally, Chase stood and turned to them.

"Jason, grab a camera. Come with me. Something is going on, and I want to go check it out. It wouldn't hurt to have a quality video of what is going on. Just for transparency. Olivia, go home. Tell everyone else to pack up and do the same. We will postpone for the rest of the day. We can figure scheduling out later."

Jason scurried off to find a portable camera.

"I'm coming with you." Olivia said, decisively.

"I don't think that is a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I'm responsible for your safety. I can't let anything happen to you."

"I'll be fine. Plus, if it's so dangerous, then why are you going?"

Chase sighed, "When I lived in the rough side of Brooklyn growing up, I witnessed the police disrespect us black kids every day. Five kids in my graduating class were killed by the police. Whether or not they were innocent or guilty was determined by the people who shot them in the first place. If I can bring some transparency to this case—if I can bring some justice for this boy's family, I will put myself in danger. But I can't ask you to do the same."

"You aren't asking me. I'm telling you I'm coming along." Olivia begged.

Chase regarded her as he realized arguing would be futile. "Fine. Come along. But please be careful."

They told everyone to go home, before heading towards the crime scene. Chase hoisted the camera onto his shoulder, recording the whole thing. They neared the crime scene—or lack thereof.

A crowd of people were gathering. The police had set up yellow caution tape to section off the street. Multiple police cars were pulled up, but the lights and sirens were off. A couple of officers stood in a cluster, talking. Their body language was lax. They seemed to be on a lunch break or something, discussing their weekend plans.

Then Olivia saw him. The boy. He was laying on the ground, face down. His arms were spread on each side, almost like a fallen Christ figure. Her stomach fell as she saw the bullet holes ripped through him. He laid in a puddle of blood. She couldn't see his face, but this image ripped through her gut. She began to feel queasy.

"I'll be right back." Olivia told Chase as she ran into a nearby quick stop gas station. She ran to their bathroom, not caring that its sanitation was questionable. She hunched over the toilet, as her stomach began to heave. Nothing came out. She realized that she hadn't eaten anything, and silently thanked herself for that.

She pulled her phone out and dialed the one person she needed to speak to.

"Hi, Livvie." His calm voice came over her like a drink of cool water.

"Fitz." She choked up, trying to find words.

"What's wrong?" He immediately picked up on her tone, "Where are you, shouldn't you be working?"

"We were. We were shooting in the street and we heard these gunshots. We huddled inside a bar, but nothing happened. A police officer shot an unarmed black boy. He just gunned him down with no qualms. It's been an hour and the boy is still in the street. They haven't moved him. They haven't called a coroner or ambulance. It is awful. They are so casual about it, no sirens or lights. I just—" She could feel her anxiety rise in her.

"Olivia, calm down. Take a deep breath." Fitz's voice remained solid and cool. He always calmed her down, and now he was like a sedative in her system.

She followed his instructions, "Okay, I'm good now. I'm okay."

"Where are you?"

"In a gas station. Chase and Jason went to film what was going on, and I insisted I came along. Then I saw the body and I ran in here to throw up. But I'm good now. I feel better."

"Olivia, you need to go home."

"No. I'm okay. I just wasn't prepared for that image, but now I'm okay. Especially after talking to you."

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this. I don't want you out in the streets."

"I said I'm fine. I'm with Chase and Jason. I'm fine."

"Okay. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't. I promise." Olivia almost regretted calling. She didn't want him worrying about her. "They are probably wondering what is taking me so long. I should get back."

"Please stay safe, Livvie. I can't have you getting hurt out there. Take care of yourself."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

"Bye."

Olivia exited the bathroom. She grabbed a bottle of water to eliminate the awful taste in her mouth. Once she got to the counter, she realized she was still in her film costume with no money. She was just wearing brown corduroy capris and a yellow sweater.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my wallet. I'll just put this back."

"Nonsense." A smooth voice, with just enough Southern gentleman charm, came from behind her. She turned around to find a tall, handsome man. He was in a police uniform. His name tag read J. Ballard. "I've got it." He reached forward to set his items—a pack of gum and soda—on the counter along with a couple of dollar bills.

"Thank you, Officer Ballard." Olivia said politely. She was wary of him, because of his uniform, but had to show her gratitude for the water.

"It's Jake, and the pleasure is mine. You look very familiar. Like that actress that won the Oscar a couple of months ago. What's her name? God, I'm awful with pop culture."

"Olivia Pope."

"Yes! That's it. You must get that so much."

"Every day."

They walked out of the gas station together.

"It's a shame about this kid." Jake nodded towards the caution tape. "The last thing a police officer wants to do is kill someone. Especially a kid. That officer's life has changed. Poor guy will have to live with this for the rest of his life."

"Poor kid." Olivia shot back. "Poor kid, lying in the street."

Jake shot her a confused look.

"You know, the one who can't live with anything for the rest of his life. Pity him." Olivia began to back away. "Thank you for the water, Officer." She turned sharply and walked to where Chase was. She didn't turn to look back at the man standing there bewildered. She took her hot sweater off, revealing her modest tank top underneath and wrapped it around her waist. She removed the multiple bobby pins holding her hair up in a dated style and let her curls fall down her back.

Chase was as close to the cluster of police officers as the yellow tape would allow him. Olivia weaved through the growing crowd—probably around a hundred bystanders—to reach him.

"Hey! I'm trying to talk to you. Which one of you did this? Which officer killed this kid? Which one of you pulled the trigger on an innocent life and walked away? What is his name? Do you even know that? Why isn't there an ambulance? How come, an hour after he was shot, he still lies in the street with no medical attention? This is ridiculous. You don't care about our lives and you never will."

One of the police officers glanced over his shoulder while the rest continued their conversation, uninterested.

"We'll get answers, eventually. Wait until the networks arrive. I'd like to see them blow off CNN."

"Where's Jason?"

"He ran to get a tripod. I'm going to be here for a while. What about you? Are you good? You were looking a little queasy earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wasn't prepared for that, but now I'm good."

Jason returned with a tripod and a bag full of extra memory and batteries. They set the camera up to record the body and the cluster of officers.

"So, what do we do now?" Olivia asked.

"We wait and observe. When the outrage swells, we will join that too. But they can't stay like this forever."

Two hours passed, and nothing changed. The body remained face down on the pavement. A woman emerged from the crowd with two men on either side of her. Tears streamed down her face as she neared the tape. The crowd parted to let her through. She saw the body, and collapsed, wailing loudly.

"Hey, get this." Olivia nudged Chase as he swiveled to capture the moment.

Her wails increased in volume, shattering everybody's hearts. She began calling a name over and over. Keilon Williams. She reached hysterics, the two men on either side trying to comfort her. She kept calling for her baby. Olivia turned away, the sight too much for her. She saw a single, brave tear slide down Chase's face.

"How could you do this?" The woman asked, rising to her feet, and addressing the officers. "How could you let this happen? Kei didn't ever do anything to you. He would never hurt you. Why did you have to go put seven bullets in his chest? WHY? He didn't do shit to you. Why did you have to go kill my baby?"

The two men tried to hold her back, but she shook them off. She stepped towards the yellow tape. The crowd quieted, watching.

"I want answers!"

She slipped under the tape. The police officers immediately drew their guns on her.

"Ma'am step back. Step back right now."

"I ain't gon' hurt you. I'm not going to cause you any harm. I just want to know why you did this. Why my baby boy is laying out here cold."

"We aren't going to ask you again, ma'am." An officer called out, taking a step forward, with his gun poised at her heart.

"Why is he still here? Is my baby not worth the decency of an ambulance? Is he not human enough in your eyes to deserve medical treatment? You just had to gun him down like a dog with rabies?"

She took a couple more steps towards the body. The officers advanced at the same rate she did. Tensions arose in the crowd, but quickly quieted down, when she spoke again.

"Go ahead. Shoot me. I'm not armed. Go ahead and do me like you did Keilon. At least I'll be with him."

She turned towards the body, and like she was just talking to him, "Keilon. What did they do to you? You can't leave me like this. You can't." She advanced towards the body with her arms stretched towards him. The officers moved in, pulling her back, and slamming her into the ground. Her cries of pain caused the crowd to rile up. Chaos broke out.

Suddenly the police officers looked scared and aware of the forming crowd. The officers cuffed the mother, and dragged her over to their police car. They sat her down in the police car and shut the door.

Olivia made eye contact with Officer Ballard. He was on the phone. He held her gaze, talking briefly into the phone, before hanging up. She waved for him to come over to them. He nodded and said something to one of the other officers before approaching him.

He put her iPhone on audio recording and slipped it into her back pocket before Jake came over.

"Captain Ballard."

"Hello, Miss. Enjoying your water?"

"Yes. Can I ask you some questions?" Olivia kept her voice neutral and cool. Emotion would get her nowhere.

"I'm sure I can't answer every single one."

"You can try."

Jake glanced nervously at the people around her listening intently. He lifted the yellow tape and nodded for her to join him on the other side of the tape. She did. They walked a couple of paces away from the rest of the people.

"Could you at least give me your name before you grill me?" He still held his charm, although they both new they were on opposite sides here.

"Olivia Pope."

"No, really. I'm not going to answer any questions if you don't cooperate."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious. I was in the middle of shooting a film on the street over, when we heard gun shots. That man over there is my director. That is why I'm wearing these ridiculously hot clothes and didn't have my wallet on me."

Olivia looked back to Chase. He had his face to the camera, intensely recording everything. She wondered how much sound he could pick up.

"Well, then I feel like a bumbling hillbilly. I didn't know I was in the presence of Hollywood royalty." He smiled.

Is he really trying to charm me right now? Olivia thought.

"Can I ask my questions now?"

"Shoot."

"You might want to think of better word choice." Olivia looked at the boy laying on the ground.

"Sorry. Ask away."

"What is the officer's name who fired the gun?"

"I can't answer that."

"Why not?"

"Protocol. This is now a crime scene, and civilians are not privy to all of the details."

"Why were shots fired?"

"I can't answer that."

"Why was there no ambulance or sirens after the shots were discharged?"

"I can't—"

"Answer that?" Olivia finished for him. Her emotions rose, and she got heated. "How come his cold body is still lying there three hours after he was gunned down? Can you answer that, Officer Ballard? What about his mother, who is now cuffed in the back of that squad car. What about her? Can you answer that? Or will it take weeks for the Atlanta Police to decide the safest story to tell us? How long will it take for you to perfect the story, effectively vilifying Mr. Williams and his mother?"

Jake sighed, looking Olivia in the eyes. He had soft green eyes. "Ms. Pope. I was just on the phone with the captain. He is aware of the situation and is sending backup. Once backup arrives, we will transport the man's body to a safer location and resume the investigation. As for the mother, I cannot say what will happen to her. She defied law enforcement, and should face the consequences for her actions."

"Consequences? Her son was just killed in the street, I think that whatever consequences you are thinking of should fall flat right now."

"She disobeyed the law."

"So did the officer that started this whole thing to begin with. But I don't see him slammed to the ground, publicly humiliated, and sitting in the back of the squad car."

"Ms. Pope, what do you want?"

"Justice, Officer Ballard."

"Backup is coming. That is all I can tell you. Now, the sun is starting to set. I suggest you go home, and stay there. I would hate for anything to happen to you. This is an unsafe neighborhood at night."

"Because of the police? Or the people. Because I see only one group being violent. Goodbye, Officer Ballard." She turned on her heel and walked back to Chase. When she crossed the line, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, and stopped recording.

"Here. That was our conversation. He isn't telling me anything, but that they called in for backup. I would expect that, though. With the crowd forming. We are about to have a protest."

Like clockwork, a faint sound of sirens came louder and louder. A whole squadron of cars came. Then, larger vehicles. Paddy wagons. Tank-like vehicles. A couple of large black, tinted windowed SUVs. The crowd parted back as these vehicles barreled through. Some stayed at the end of the street, blocking traffic.

"Oh, shit." Chase muttered as he captured it on tape. "Liv, you should probably go home. I don't want you getting mixed up in all of this. It is too dangerous."

"I am tired of people telling me to go home. I am here. I will be fine. Plus, word has already spread through the crowd that I am here. What message would it send, if I leave once the big guns get pulled out?"

Chase looked uncomfortable, wanting her safe.

"I was raised in a wealthy Bostonian suburb. My father was a respected lawyer and professor. Went to the finest prep school in the city. I grew up privileged, and I am aware of that. I'll never know what it is like to grow up in a community set up to fail. But at the end of the day, I am black. And I feel like this is where I need to be."

"Okay. Just be careful. This is about to get ugly. Try and stay by my side."

A black SUV pulled up to the body, and what looked like medical examiners came out. They checked the pulse of the body—as if there could still be one. A man brought a body bag out of the car, and they wrapped the carcass up. Olivia watched in horror as they loaded the body into the car and drove off.

"They can't do that, can they? Just load him into the back of an unmarked SUV? What the fuck."

"I got it on camera. They can't get away with this."

Major news organizations came to the scene. NBC, ABC, CNN, FOX news, MSNBC all came loaded with camera crews and reporters. It didn't take long for one of them to seek out Olivia in the crowd. It was like they had a scent for celebrities. She agreed to do a live interview for one.

"Olivia Pope, It is such a random surprise to see you here. Why are you here?"

"I was shooting a film just a street over, and we heard gun shots. My director and I went to see what was going on."

"What do you make of all of this?" The reporter motioned towards the crime scene.

"Well, I arrived here about three and a half hours ago. It is my understanding that the boy was unarmed. I saw a cell phone video of the incident, but that I all I know of it. They left the body in the street for over three hours. They handcuffed the boy's mother, and she is in the backseat of that cop car over there. I talked to an officer, and he didn't tell me much."

"What do you think gathering out here will do?"

"All I want is justice. If we get enough eyes and ears out here, then maybe some transparency will come. I have yet to see any show of transparency from the Atlanta Police Department, but we will see."

Olivia felt her back pocket vibrate. She pulled the phone out and saw Fitz's name on the screen.

"This is the only interview I will be doing. I am not here for press. I'm here for the Williams family and I hope we get justice for Keilon. Thank you."

"And thank you for speaking with us, Ms. Pope." The reporter threw it back to the studio for a commercial break.

Olivia answered her phone as fast as possible.

"Fitz?"

"Olivia. Oh, God, you are safe."

"Of course I am. Are you watching the news?"

"Yeah, I just saw you on there." His voice was weird, and she couldn't place it.

"What is wrong, Fitz? You sound funny."

"I'm just worried about you."

"I am going to be fine. The major media outlets are here. We are protected."

"CNN isn't going to protect you from a can of tear gas, Olivia."

"You don't understand Fitz, and I don't expect you to. I'll be damned if I just sit on the sidelines and watch from safety. I want justice, and I am needed here."

"Just promise me if things get too rough, that you leave. I can't have you getting hurt across the country. I can't handle it, Liv. I love you too much."

"I love you, too, baby. I promise I will stay safe. I have to go now. Something is happening. I'll text you Chase's number so you can have that too. I'll be staying by his side tonight."

"Okay. Stay safe. I love you."

"I love you too."

Olivia watched as Jake Ballard opened the car containing the mother, and helped her out. Her face was red from her tears, and she looked exhaustive. Olivia could only imagine the trauma she was going through, having her son executed, and put in a squad car for an hour. They unlocked her handcuffs and led her to the crowd.

Maybe they realize what a PR disaster that was. Olivia thought. A legion of officers came out with metal barricades and set them up along the tape. The sun was just about set, leaving a dark blue dusk, broken by the streetlights. Olivia could see from her vantage point, a van full of officers in SWAT uniforms unloaded.

"OFFICER BALLARD." She called, desperate to get answers. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was a large crowd, but everyone was peaceful. Other than a few organized chants, there was no threat present.

Jake acknowledged her, nodding for an officer to let her past the barricade.

"Ms. Pope. We meet again. I'm beginning to think you like me."

"Hardly. I just want more answers."

Ballard didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking past Olivia into the crowd.

"You are preparing for a war zone, when this is just a community asking for answers."

"That wasn't a question."

"Why?"

"Night is falling. We are trying to keep the streets safe."

"From who? Yourself?"

"Ms. Pope."

"You are trying to paint them like animals. If you cause a riot, they will be blamed. Then it won't be the people vs. a corrupt justice system. It will be the violent thugs vs. peace and order."

"Again, I fail to see a question."

"Don't do this." Olivia pleaded.

"I refuse to stand here and listen to your accusations. This isn't your neighborhood. I have spent twelve years keeping this street safe. I know the area. Quit acting like you know what you are talking about. Now, you can walk back to the barricade, where you will stay for the rest of the evening, or I can escort you. Whichever you want."

Olivia glared at him as she backed away.

"They are looking for a fight." Olivia told Chase. "Anything to paint us as the bad guys."

Chase nodded, "That's what I was thinking."

They joined the chanting and organized protesting. A few people had bull horns. People made signs. Justice for Kei. Black Lives Matter. Hands Up Don't Shoot. No Justice, No Peace.

Night fell and the crowd grew. It was more of a stand-off between the police and protestors. Protestors were standing on cars and chanting. With every chant, a police officer' finger would twitch over his gun, wanting to act.

At about 10:30, a young woman stood on a '97 Acura and raised a megaphone to her mouth.

"Everybody, listen. Please, I have some very important information. The officer in the video has been identified. Witnesses has identified him as Officer Jacob Ballard. He's been working for the force for twelve years. That is all of the information I have now."

Olivia began to feel sick. Officer Ballard. "Chase! That is the officer I was talking to." The crowd erupted with energy.

A loud voice came over one of their speakers. "Citizens, you are unlawfully assembled. Please disperse. You have ten minutes to do so. This is a crime scene, and you are disrupting it. This is an obstruction of Justice—"

"Y'all have been obstructing justice ever since four o'clock this afternoon!" the megaphone holder called out. The crowd cheered on.

"Again, you have ten minutes to disperse. Or else, you will be subject to arrest."

"What do we do?" Olivia asked Chase.

"I'm staying. They can't get away with this. But if you leave, no one will think less of you, Olivia. It is okay."

Jason left, bidding them good luck. He took the memory cards of film they had already shot, and made them promise to call later that night.

"I'm staying. If you are staying then I am." Olivia pulled Chase in for a brief hug. "And thank you, by the way, for letting me come."

"I couldn't have stopped you if I tried." Chase chuckled. "But things are only going to get uglier from here. Stay by my side."

"No problem."

A few people left the crowd, but the majority stayed, defying the law enforcement. A student organization went around, handing out goggles and bandanas to protect from any tear gas or mace. The air was so thick, you could slice it with a knife. The ten minutes passed like an eternity. The police issued a final warning. Then, they suited up in riot gear. They brightened the lights on the crowd, blinding them.

"DISPERSE NOW."

"FUCK THAT SHIT." The protestors countered.

"GO HOME."

"GIVE US JUSTICE."

Olivia took her sweater and put it back on. She was grateful that it was large enough to pull over her mouth and nose if necessary.

One canister of tear gas was catapulted into the crowd on the other side of the crime scene. Olivia watched in horror as the crowd dispersed, trying to escape the fumes. There were too many people and nowhere to fit them all. The crowd surged, people were shoved. Olivia linked her arm in Chase's to keep from being separated.

Olivia pulled her bandana over her nose and mouth. She kept her goggles poised on her head, not willing to pull them over her head just yet. She watched as multiple canisters were chucked into the crowd. People screamed. She saw one young girl, probably no older than twenty fall to the ground and be overwhelmed by tear gas.

"Chase. I've got to go help her. I'll be right back."

"No, Liv. Stay here. Dammit!" Chase cursed as Olivia disappeared into the crowd. She found the girl wailing with her eyes red and crying. She took her bandana off to tie around her face.

"Can you walk?" Olivia asked, trying to help her stand. She threw the girl's arm over her shoulder. She was grateful that the girl probably only weighed 120 pounds. She helped her into the gas station she visited earlier. Volunteers were pouring milk into gassed protestors' eyes. Olivia left the girl there and went back out into the commotion.

By now, the officers were unleashed into the crowd. The tear gas made an apocalyptic scene of smoke and wreckage. Olivia tried to find her way back to Chase. She reached the barricade, which was now knocked over. She saw his camera knocked over and smashed to pieces. She checked the tape compartment: empty.

"CHASE." She called out. He was nowhere to be seen. Panic struck in as Olivia focused on helping others. She helped a middle aged man who was knocked off of his feet get to safety, giving him her goggles. Safety was a relative term, because nowhere seemed safe anymore. Olivia ran from a restaurant that was gathering the injured back to the barricade, looking for Chase. She watched an officer grab a man by his dreadlocks and beat him in the face with a stick. She was sure she was in hell.

She watched mace incapacitate peaceful protestors. She wanted to escape, but she didn't know where to go. Officers awaited at each end of the street. Windows busted, cars were lit on fire. Olivia saw an alleyway with two teenage boys inside it. They were carefully peeking out and grabbing protestors, then ushering them down the alleyway. An escape. Olivia began to full on sprint towards the exit.

She was only a couple of yards away, when a hand grabbed her hair, pulling her down. She screamed, as her head hit the pavement. She struggled to get up as a foot pressed against her back, pushing her into the rough asphalt.

"Be still, bitch before I pepper spray you to hell." A disgustingly thick accent yelled from above.

Olivia struggled, but she felt another pair of hands roughly hold her down. She refused to give up, trying to crawl away. She felt a zip tie tighten around her wrists so tight she thought they broke her skin. They flipped her over and a palm smacked her across the face, silencing her, and making her loose her vision.

Phew… This is an arc I have wanted to cover for quite some time, I was just waiting for the right time. I didn't plan on this chapter being so long, so I had to split it into two. The next chapter should be up sometime next week.

Thank you for reading, and please review!