Well, I had ideas lined up and I figured I'd update since people are wanting me to update more and faster, lol. So I present ch.4 and as always much love for my loyal reviewers.
Wind whistled and blew through the leaves rustling the branches on the hulking trees. There was no light and no guide, for Olivia knew her route well even under the blanket of night.
Her breathing was steady, rythmic, in time with the slapping of her sneakers on the hard soil.
Central Park was mostly dead at this time of night. That was how Liv preferred it.
No one wanted to stop and chat, it was relieving.
The burn in Liv's calves felt comforting, empowering, and in some aspects clarifying.
She'd left Saving Graces ill at ease. Cammie hadn't talked, she wasn't ready and Olivia presumed she was still gauging whether she could place even an ounce of trust in someone she'd known less than 72 hours.
When Liv had left she'd made Cammie promise not to harm herself and that if she had any inkling to do so that Cammie was to call her no matter what. Olivia had, in turn, promised not to tell anyone at Saving Graces about it. That was their bargain. Yet Liv didn't really feel any better.
Elliot had left a message to call him when she got around to it. She wasn't ready to talk, not until she got her thoughts under control and in a logical order.
Stopping when a cramp developed in her side Liv sat down against a tree trunk.
Sweat burned her eyes and her breathing had become labored, of course she'd been running nonstop for almost 90 minutes, a record for her.
"What the hell do I do?"
Nothing made much sense lately. She felt like a broken record.
Cammies pale complexion, her haggard appearance and those distant violet eyes mingled with the images of herself at 15, 25, and 30.
Only one thing seemed at all certain, it was that Liv knew she had to help Cammie, she needed to help Cammie see that she was worth every ounce of frustration. The teenager needed to see that Liv would be the one person who wouldn't give up on her, who wouldn't ever abandon her.
Inside, deep in that crevice of herself that she was uneasy with Liv knew she had to dig in to her own thoughts and feelings, to face what she was afraid of.
It would take so much... but if it meant helping someone else then it would be worth the difficulties she knew she couldn't circumvent herself.
A vibrating sensation rippled at Olivia's hip, she checked her watch. 1245am. Taking her cell from it's clip she checked the number.
Stretching quickly Liv set off at a dead run.
I'm sorry it's so short but I needed a filler chapter. Anyway I love getting reviews! Go on, you know what to do -)...