The abrupt knocking on the door pulled Alex out of her thoughts. She peered across the room toward Olivia's door before glancing back toward Olivia's bedroom, where the brunette had gone just seconds ago. She hesitantly got up off of the couch before berating herself for being afraid to answer the door.
Before she could even register the face in front of her, her body froze up as she let the door fall completely open. "Hello dear," The man stated rather loudly as he stepped forward, inviting himself into Olivia's residence.
Once the detective had heard a man's voice in her apartment, she practically sprinted out into the living room before stopping sharply as she took in the tall man. He stood at over six feet tall, clad in a full suit. His demeanor revealed nothing as to why he was here but his eyes gave it away. It seemed as if those piercing blue eyes were the only thing that he had passed on to Alex.
"No," Alex replied as she shook her head. "You have no right to be here." Alex hardened her features as she stared at her father, a man that she had come to despise growing up. He had never been there for her as she grew up except when he found it convenient.
She remembered a time when she had been so happy because her father had invited her out to dinner with his coworkers and even bought her a dress. She felt as if her heart was going to leap out of her chest as she dressed up and her father escorted her to their car. She had always craved the attention that a father should give his daughter, that strong father daughter bond. It was only when she met her father's coworker that she understood why her father had brought her along.
The man practically devoured her with his eyes, appraising her young body. She suddenly found herself acutely aware of how short the dress was and how much of her chest was revealed but that was clearly her father's intent. She felt as if she was going to throw up when her father so conveniently mentioned that she was seventeen when he introduced her, making it clear that she was legal.
By the end of the dinner, Alex wanted to crawl out of her skin and hide away from everything and everyone, including her father. He had forced her to sit next to the man and it was no secret that his hands wandered up Alex's exposed legs, groping anything that he could while still being discreet. She kept glancing over at her father, willing him to make the man stop, but instead he just diverted his eyes with a faint smirk. When they finally left the restaurant, her father simply smiled at her and said, "You helped me close a multi-million dollar deal tonight, Alexandra."
"I am your father," He countered as he reached out to touch her arm.
She immediately jerked away from his hand and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. "No you're not. You abandoned me as your daughter until you realized that you could use me to close your business deals. Get out."
"That is no way to speak to your father," He gritted out behind clenched teeth as he took another step toward her. He stood taller than her as he leveled himself in front of her, her body immediately shrinking as he towered over her.
"The only connection we have is through blood," Alex replied as she stood her ground, not taking another step back as he looked down at her. "Now I would like you to leave."
He didn't bother moving an inch and Olivia readied herself to interrupt their conversation and force Alex's father out. It was clear that they didn't have the best relationship but she didn't want to intervene unless it was necessary. Alex always liked to do things her way. "I came to see how you were," He responded harshly as he looked up and down Alex's body, as if he could assess the damage by that simple gesture.
"It has been over a week," Alex gritted out as she straightened up her body and glared at him. "You lost the right to know anything about me when I woke up alone in a hospital room. You didn't even bother calling!"
"You know I'm a busy man," Her father countered immediately. "Who do you think offered half a million for your safe return?!"
Alex scoffed as she shook her head and turned away from him. "So that's how much I'm worth to you? Five hundred thousand dollars? I'm not some business transaction! You can't just buy your way out of every problem you come across, now get out!"
"Alexandra," Her father warned, his voice was cold and threatening.
"Don't. Don't call me that," She interrupted abruptly as her entire body started shaking. Before Olivia could close the distance between them and steady the blonde, she fell onto her knees, grasping her head with her hands as if to protect herself.
"Alexandra," Dylan warned in a harsh tone as he tapped the knife against Alex's wrists which were now covering her chest. "I thought we were past you disobeying me." She shook her head roughly side to side as she held her arms firmly against her chest in a vain attempt to ward off his advances.
Without hesitation, he jerked Alex's hands off of her chest and forced them above her head before stabbing the knife through the center of the ropes that bound her wrists together, effectively pinning her hands to the mattress. He admired his handiwork for a second before climbing on top of Alex, pressing his jean covered erection against her naked body. "There's no reason to be shy, my little mouse," He told her as he brought his hands up to her chest and groped her breasts roughly. "You've been waiting for this part, haven't you?"
She had been dreading this part. A part of her was starting to wonder if it would ever happen considering he had stuck mainly to physical abuse over the last few days. He had beaten and abused her body until she thought she could no longer take it. Maybe he was waiting until she was too weak to fight back but he always struck her as the type to enjoy the challenge.
She closed her eyes and bit back her tears as his rough hands continued to fondle her breasts. She weakly tried to cover her body again before realizing that the knife stopped her from any movement. An idea instantly struck her and she tugged at her restraints once more. She could hear faint tearing as the blade of the knife cut through the ropes but she could also feel the immense pain as the knife cut through her skin as well. There was no doubt in her mind that Dylan had placed it there on purpose, enticing her to try to escape but knowing full well that there was no way for her to cut through the ropes without cutting her wrists as well.
But still, she struggled against the ropes, biting back her screams from the pain that was coursing through her body. She welcomed the pain over the feeling of Dylan's grimy hands on her body. After a few more firm tugs, she felt the ropes fall slack just as Dylan lowered his face to her chest. Without hesitation, she used what little strength she had to knee Dylan between his legs as she desperately grasped for the knife that had once been pinning her hands to the mattress. Once she felt her fingers curl around the hilt, she pulled it out and brought it above her chest, attempting to impale it into Dylan's chest but failing since the awkward position made it hard to aim the knife toward him.
In a flash, the knife was turned on her as Dylan brought it down with the entire weight of his body, just missing Alex's neck as he impaled it into the mattress in a rage. He pulled back from her and for a brief second, she could see the anger in his eyes before his fists rained down on her body, pummeling every last ounce of strength out of her until she finally succumbed to the pain and blacked out.
"Alex, sweetie, you're okay," Olivia whispered as she wrapped an arm around Alex's waist and helped her to her feet. She turned to face Alex's father and bit back her anger as she glared at him. "Get out of my apartment before I arrest you," Olivia gritted out between clenched teeth, trying her best not to scare Alex in the process. She gently cupped the back of Alex's head when she felt her shaking and stroked the soft blonde locks in an attempt to calm her down.
Alex's father looked between the two women before scoffing in disapproval. "How dare you threatened me and lay your hands on my daughter! You're nothing but a filthy dyke," He spat out as he reached out to pull Alex out of Olivia's arms.
"Don't touch her!" Olivia screamed at him as she pulled Alex closer to her chest and side stepped his advance.
"Get your fucking hands off of my daughter," He ordered once more before grabbing onto the collar of Olivia's shirt.
"Stop! Let go of her!" Alex finally managed to scream out as she clung desperately to Olivia's chest. Her father paused before dropping his hold on Olivia's shirt and shoving her backwards a bit.
"You're staying with her," Her father observed more than asked. "No daughter of mine will be a fucking dyke! I'll cut you out of the damn will and take away your trust fund!" He threatened as his voice rose. Before he could continue yelling, however, Olivia connected her fist with his nose, causing a loud crack to fill the room.
"Get. Out. Now." Alex's father reached up and touched the blood flowing out of his nose before glaring back at Olivia. He took a step toward Olivia which was met with a step forward by her as well as she positioned herself so that Alex was protected. He stared her down for a few seconds before turning abruptly on his heels and leaving the apartment without so much as another word.
"I'm sorry," Alex mumbled against Olivia's neck repeatedly. Olivia pushed her door shut and locked it before leading Alex over to the couch.
"It's okay, Alex. He's gone and he won't be coming back. I'll call down to the front desk and have him banned from entering this building," Olivia assured her as she sat down, trying her best to maneuver Alex with her since she didn't seem ready to release her grip on Olivia's shirt. She ended up with Alex's legs draped awkwardly over her thighs, almost sitting in her lap, as the blonde buried her face further against the detective's neck.
Alex squirmed slightly as a buzzing ran through her body before realizing that it was Olivia's phone. Olivia reached beneath Alex and silenced the phone before wrapping her arms back around the blonde. Less than a minute later, the buzzing picked up again and Olivia sighed as she reached to reject the call once more. "You can answer it," Alex told her as she pulled away slightly and took the phone out of Olivia's pocket for her.
"Benson," Olivia stated as she pressed the phone up against her ear.
"IAB wants you to come in immediately," Elliot told her.
"Why?" She asked as she straightened up slightly while still maintaining a protective arm around Alex's back.
"They're looking into Whiteman's shooting. Tucker already interrogated Fin and Munch. I'm up next."
"Are you kidding me? That sick bastard kidnapped and—" Olivia paused as she looked down at the weak looking blonde in her arms. "She's one of our own. Tucker can go shove it up his—"
"Liv," Elliot interrupted. "Tucker doesn't care if he's a bad guy or not. He suspects that one of us was involved which is why he's here so just come down here and straighten things up." He paused for a minute before speaking again, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You were at the gym all day, remember?" Olivia ended the call without another word.
She was expecting this. She dropped her phone down onto the couch before wrapping both of her arms around Alex and holding onto her. She pressed a gentle kiss against the side of Alex's head before closing her eyes and settling in against the couch. Tucker could wait.