The days went on as Olivia became completely oblivious to the world outside the house. She didn't know what was happening, if anything was going on with her family. She knew that Shaw had left but that was it. There was nothing else. Julian had been sleeping in the bed with her every night since the shower incident. She didn't mind. He was growing on her. She found herself thinking more and more about him. He had told her she couldn't ever leave there. She didn't press the situation with him but if she couldn't leave then why was she still alive? What was her purpose there? What was his purpose? Did she have one for him? Her mind would jumble with ten thousand thoughts as she tried to comprehend if sleeping was the enemy was in her best interest? Did she like him? Was she falling for him? She knew when push came to shove, he would choose Shaw because Shaw was the one paying him. Shaw was the one who owned him. She wasn't allowed outside the room without him. Jasper was lurking around probably pissed off that she head butted him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to kill them all. She put her hand to the side of her head as she felt the stitches. She was supposed to be getting those out soon but Julian wanted to make sure it was safe and nothing was going to happen. He was taking all precautions to make sure she stayed alive. She had been getting xrays every other day to make sure there was no bleeding in the brain. It annoyed her but it also gave her comfort. Someone was fighting for her. She wasn't in this alone. She finally opened her eyes knowing she wasn't going to get much sleep. It was hot. She could feel the sweat pouring from her face as she tried to roll over but again, she was blocked. She groaned as she lifted Julian's arm off of her and rolled off the bed. The room felt like it was a boiler room. She silently grabbed the first shirt she could find, putting it over her head, and pulling it down. She just needed water. She felt like she was going to pass out. She tiptoed over to the door, opening it softly before sliding out. She could feel the cold floor beneath her feet giving her some comfort. She hurried down the hall into the living room, stopping to make sure no one was around. She didn't dare draw attention to herself. She didn't know if Julian was telling the truth or not about it being dangerous out there but she sure as hell didn't want to find out. She hurried past the front door and into the kitchen, cutting the light on. She hurried to the cupboard grabbing a cup. "I was wondering when I would catch you alone." The cup fell from her hand, shattering on the floor beside her feet. She slowly turned around as she backed straight into the wall. Jasper was smiling as he brought the beer to his mouth. "Where is your knight at? I was sure he would be by your side." Olivia didn't speak. She looked to her left, seeing the opening by the plant. She hurried through into the living room just as Jasper appeared in front of her. "I am getting déjà vu…it seems that you have a horrible habit of trying to get away when someone is talking to you."
"Leave me alone." Her voice failed her. Her body was failing her. She was shivering as she looked into the dark room hoping for some sort of rescue from Julian, but he was sound asleep in the bed.
"You know, I find it odd that you go from one enemy to the next. You would think you would learn your lesson of not falling in love with someone who has tried to kill you."
"What I do is none of your business." She scooted down the sliding glass door trying to find the handle. "You can't touch me." Jasper began to laugh.
"I can't kill you, Olivia. No one said anything not about not being able to touch you." He moved forward just as she was able to get a grip on the handle. She opened the door and ran outside. She ran as fast as she could, praying her legs didn't give out of her. She felt her chest becoming heavy as she pushed forward. The sand was keeping her from going fast but she wasn't going to get caught, not this time. She saw a light in the distance as she kept her focus on that. She refused to turn around. She couldn't breathe. The air was harder and harder to take in. "STOP!" She heard the screaming behind her as her feet slowed, her knees gave out on her as she stumbled forward falling flat on her face. She tried to lift herself up but she fell back down. She tasted the sand in her mouth as she looked out the corner of her eye. Julian came into view. She breathed a sigh of relief as she rolled over onto her back. Her heart stopped. He was aiming a gun at her. "Get up." His voice was stern. "I SAID GET UP!" He shouted. She slowly sat up with her hands above her head. She was still breathing heavily as she stared at him with her eyes wide. "What the hell are you doing?" She couldn't find the words to answer him. "Were you trying to run?" She slowly shook her head as she looked behind him. Jasper was on the ground, not moving. "Put your hands behind your back, Olivia."
"Jul…"
"NOW!" He screamed causing her to jump. Her hands immediately flew behind her back as she squeezed her eyes shut. She felt him jerk her off the sand as he tightened his hand around her wrist. She was covered in sand, she could still taste it as it crunched in her mouth. She walked past Jasper who continued to lay in the sand himself. The sun was just coming up over the ocean as she tried to look behind her. Julian pushed her forward as she walked into the house. Everyone was up. She sighed as she walked past the men, down the hallway, towards the old familiar room. She began shaking her head violently as he threw her into the open room and slammed the door behind him. "JULIAN!" She screamed jumping up banging on the door. "DON'T DO THIS!" She continued to bang hoping he would come back to her but he didn't. The door was locked. She was back to being the prisoner again. The sobs escaped her mouth as she grew tired and fell to the floor, her hand still hitting the door.
Hours had passed on by as she finally crawled away from the door towards the bed, she didn't have the strength to lift herself up so instead she remained on the floor with her head against the mattress. She heard the sound of the door being unlocked as she slowly lifted her head. Her face was red from screaming and crying. She looked up at him as his glaring eyes looked back down at her. "What the fuck were you thinking?" He shouted slamming the door behind him. She shook her head as she slowly closed her eyes.
"I was thirsty." She whispered. "I just wanted some water."
"I told you not to go out there by yourself. Was this all some game to you? Were you planning on running away?"
"No." She finally opened her eyes. "I wasn't running anywhere. I have nowhere to go, Julian." She wiped her face of the fallen tears. "I woke up in the middle of the night pouring sweat, it was so damn hot in your room. I was thirsty. I thought no one would be awake. He scared me to death. The door was the only way for me to escape him so I did. I ran. I don't know where I was going but I wasn't about let him touch me. I heard your voice and I stopped."
"You are to remain in here." His voice was so hard. She shook her head. "No." He pressed his mouth together trying hard not to scream at her. He waited a moment. "You could have been killed tonight. Jasper does not care about you. He cares about the money that is being paid to him. You mean nothing to them."
"Do I mean something to you?" He didn't respond as her head fell. "Don't leave me in this room again, please. I am begging you."
"You did this to yourself. I will bring you food." He opened the door.
"Julian, wait!" She stood up. "I am so sorry." She covered her face with her hands. "Please."
"I'm sorry too." He whispered. He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
"JULIAN!" She screamed running towards the door. She heard the lock as she threw herself off of it and onto the bed. She was back at square one. She had to get out of there. She had to do it soon. Julian was and will always be an assassin first before anything else. She had to realize that or she was going to get herself killed.
Olivia woke up with a horrible feeling her chest. She felt the weight of the bricks that had become oh so familiar with her. She quickly threw her legs over the side of the bed immediately rushing to the door. The door handle began to move as she backed away running straight into the bed. "Jasper!" She heard a name being called from the hallway, the door knob stopped turning. She could feel her heart beating inside her chest as she took in a deep breath praying he wouldn't come in. She got her wish. She slowly moved towards the door, reaching for the handle, and pulling on it. The door was unlocked. She slowly let the breath from her lips as she pulled the door open. She knew something was wrong. Like…something had happened. She shook her head as she stepped outside into the hallway when she heard voices. "She up yet?" It was Jasper. She grinded her teeth together. What she would do to that man if she had the chance. She tiptoed, trying not to be heard, and waited against the wall. "What do you want to do, sir? Shaw was arrested last night. They are taking him to a secure location." She breathed a sigh of relief as the bricks released their grip on her. "I say we end it. Minerva isn't going to like this. We should just put the bitch out of her misery." She shook her head. This was bad. Shaw was gone. They had no purpose for her anymore. She backed away. "I'll be outside. It's your decision. Julian isn't going to like it." The men chuckled. She put her lips together as she got the bright idea to fight. She moved closer to them as she heard the one man leave, she stayed against the wall. Jasper had turned his back to her. She moved quietly towards him, trying her hardest not to make one sound. The vase was standing tall on the table by the couch. She grabbed it, lifting it ever so lightly in her hand, bringing it above her head. "Hey!" Jasper spun around just as she brought the vase down directly on top of his head. The blood poured down his face as his knees buckled to the floor, she hit him again. She watched as his body fell lifeless to the floor with a loud thud. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest, she could feel the adrenaline begin to speed up as she looked around. She didn't know what to do next. She had never done that before. She began to panic as she fell to the floor, quickly going through Jasper's jacket. She felt something hard in the inside pocket. Just as she reached for it, Jasper grabbed her hand. She jumped back hoping to loosen his grip but he tightened it. The blood covered the left side of his face as he jerked her to her feet immediately wrapping his hand around her throat. "You stupid bitch. I am sure going to enjoy this." She shook her head as her legs began to kick the higher she rose in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut knowing this was the end. He was going to get what he wanted, he was going to end her life. She couldn't breath as she began to beat his hands with hers just praying he would let her go. He brought her forward before throwing her against the hard wall behind her. The breath was immediately taken from her as she tried to lift herself off the ground. He jerked her to her feet again as the tears flowed down her face. She felt the cold, hard end of the gun pointing directly into her temple. "Say hello to your little Asian friend for me." He cocked the gun as she took a deep breath in. She was going to be brave. She wasn't going to beg for her life. It would be over soon. It would all be over soon.
Her mouth parted open as she went to speak...the door flew open. BANG. Her eyes shot open as she ready for the pain to hit her but it didn't. Instead she saw Julian. BANG! BANG! He was standing in the doorway with a gun pointed to a now lifeless body lying on the floor. Jasper was dead. She knew it this time. Her eyes shot up to Julian who had the gun aimed at her now. Was he going to do it? After everything, was he going to be the one to end her life? She looked down at the nicely placed gun at her feet. She slowly reached for it with shaking hands and wrapped her tiny fingers around the handle and lifted it up. "What are you doing?" Julian asked. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't even see straight. She stood up as she stared at the man standing in front of her and brought the gun up herself. "OLIVIA!" Julian shouted. "Don't you make me do it!" She straightened her back before wiping the tears from her swollen, red face. "It's either me or…" BANG! BANG! The screams left her mouth without warning as she bent over. She heard a loud thud in the hallway. She looked up at Julian who now lowered the gun and was just staring at her. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest as she let the gun fall beside her. Julian rushed over to her grabbing the gun from her hand. "I think we should leave now." He replied as she slowly nodded her head. "Forget your things, we don't have time. I need you to pick up your feet and move towards me. I understand that you are scared but you can be scared and run at the same time." She nodded her head again as she slowly moved towards him. He put the gun in his pants before grabbing her arm and jerking her towards the door. He had saved her life.
She didn't bother buckling her seat belt as she sat in the front seat of the SUV staring straight ahead. The previous events were replaying over and over in her head. "Buckle your seat belt." Her head jerked to Julian. He sighed as put the car in reverse, flying out of the driveway. She slowly reached for her seat belt as silent tears fell down her face. "I don't even know what to say right now, Olivia. I just…"
"I thought I had killed him." She whispered. "I hit him with the vase as hard as I could."
"He's dead now."
She nodded her head as she looked out the window. "Where do we go? What do we do now?"
"We hide." She could feel the speed as he pressed harder on the gas. Where would they hide? It was Spain.
"Is it true?" She finally asked looking over at him. "Is Shaw really gone?"
He nodded his head. "And my-family?" He was silent. She could feel a hole forming in her chest as she slowly nodded her head and turned forward again. She rubbed her lips together as she closed her eyes. "I didn't see them this time." She cleared her throat. "The first time that Jasper held a gun to my head, I saw them. We were on the beach, I could hear the ocean as the waves crashed onto the sand, I could feel the warm sun on my face, and I could hear the laughter..." She covered her mouth as the sobs tore from her throat. "Just tell me." She used her sleeve to wipe her face off but the tears continued to rush down. "I need to know what happened."
"Your family is okay, Olivia." He replied softly. "Everyone is still alive." The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. Her walls, the walls that held her up, the walls that made her strong just... collapsed. Second by second, they fell. The salty drops fell down her face like a faucet had been cut on, instantly soaking her shirt. Those words had never meant so much to her. The words hung in his mouth as she covered her face. Every feeling flew through her soul as tried to grasped hold of the words. They were alive. All of them. She felt his hand come into hers as she slowly turned her face to him. "You scared the shit out of me." She replied softly. "You locked me back up in that room knowing I hated it." He didn't respond. "I was going to shoot you, Julian. I wanted to shoot you."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because…I need you. I want to get my back to my family. I've realized that your job is going to come first no matter what. I was going to take advantage of that but you are going to help me get back to my family. I've been in this shitty ass situation for too long now. It's time for me to go home. Shaw got arrested because Shaw messed up. What's your job now?"
"What makes you think I would help you do that?"
"I don't think anything. But I will get back to my family one way or another. I will not go down without a fight."
"I believe you." He replied softly looking over at her. She took another deep breath in. She was going to get to them this time. She was going to find them and they were all going to be a family again. She was promising herself.