AN: Please be aware that there is a rape scene below. The images drawn aren't overly graphic in nature and things are described in sparse detail / mostly implied. It is there though. Just want everyone to be aware.

We got to see what Fitz saw, now we're getting a little more of what Olivia did. There's also a teaser for the next chapter at the bottom!

Halloween Night– Olivia

Nervous. That was the only word that summed up the way Olivia felt about stepping into Penelope's house. She'd put herself on the line via pen and paper, now she was about to do it in person. It was for that reason alone that it took her nearly two hours to get dressed and make her way to Penny's. Thankfully Penny's family paid for the best of the best for their daughter and Olivia wouldn't have to go far. A luxury house on Yale property was everything Olivia's parents – a biology professor and a French teacher – couldn't afford. Fitz didn't seem to mind her meager beginnings, thankfully. He only seemed to want her. He was a nice change from the rest of the men at Yale. Most were trust fund kids who thought counting hundred-dollar bills in her presence were a turn on. Most thought she was an affirmative action admission whose morality could be easily swayed by a weekend trip to Aruba. No matter how many times she said no.

The music nearly knocked her down as she set food on Penelope's porch. It was minutes past ten and she hoped Fitz was still here. She wouldn't blame him if he wasn't. Maybe if she got him alone, she could explain to him just how hard her nerves were working. When she entered, she found him easily, sandwiched next to the drink table. He was taller than most in their cohort. Only Jake was around the same height. Jake. That was a name Olivia could go without hearing ever again. He was pompous, presumptuous and spent far too much time assuming she was even slightly interested in him.

As Fitz pushed away from the drink table, Olivia felt her stomach jump. They'd made out several times in the past and had almost slept together the night before, but she couldn't hide any more. She put her heart on that paper and now it was the moment of truth. Her eyes washed over, the dark wash jeans, the fitted gray-blue t-shirt stretched over his well-defined chest. She could feel her hands sweating.

"Hi," he bent low to whisper in her ear.

"Hi," she answered back, smiling wide. Again, her stomach flipped. Her nerves were getting the better of her.

"Wanna dance?"

Yes! She wanted to scream but stopped short. If she took a turn around the dance floor now, she might throw up on Fitz. "Maybe in a minute, I have to Penny. I'll come find you in a minute, okay?" She smiled wide.

He offered up his signature half smile, the slightly crooked one that made her weak in the knees. She blushed, both heart and stomach fluttering as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Fitz pointed behind him, mumbling he'd be just across the room. Olivia nodded and pushed away. She weaved through the crowd, in search of the kitchen for a glass of water. Maybe a couple of sips would settle her stomach down.

Much like the rest of the house, the kitchen over-flowed with people. She scooted past a few as she made her way to the cabinet she knew was stacked with cups. As she did, she felt someone hip check-her. Olivia turned to her left to find Mellie, standing with a shot glass. She pushed it into Olivia's hands.

"Hey, Pope!" Mellie shouted.

Olivia frowned and took a step back, waving off the shot glass "Hey, Mellie."

"Please, take it! It's my apology. I've been really awful to you. I get it. I see how much you and Fitz like each other. It was wrong of me to try and stand in the way."

Olivia listened and forced a smile. She didn't think Mellie was sorry at all, but Mellie was anything if not performative. Everything was for show. "I actually came to get some water." She handed the shot glass back to Mellie. "Thank you, though, for the apology."

Mellie's smile flattened as she took the drink. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Fitz's parents will never accept you. This is all a waste of time. He and I always get back together, too. The two of us, Pope, we fit together. He'll get bored of you. Just like the others."

There was the real Mellie, there was the Mellie that Olivia knew. "That's nice, Mel. You of all people should know that I don't care what others think about me. Now, I have to find the bathroom." Olivia didn't bother to wait for a bitter retort to come from the other woman's mouth. Instead, she shoved away and made her way to the bathroom.

When she finally made her way back to Fitz, she felt a little more at ease. Her stomach still swayed, and the music was too loud, but for once it was a song she knew. Maxwell. Her favorite. Her eyes met Fitz's as he set two cups down and made his way to her. They were like magnets. Suddenly she was in his arms. Olivia closed her eyes, pivoting in his hold. His chin rested on her left shoulder and she swayed against him, finding the beat.

'Cause you were a dream that shouldn't have been…

A fantasy real.

You gave me this beating, baby.

This rhythm inside.

Any you made me feel good and feel loved,

Gave me paradise.'

She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, clear as day. It was now or never. Her nerves had to stop getting the best of her. Fifteen plus hours ago she was ready to fuck him silly. Now, thinking about it, she was hoping she hadn't built up their first night together to unrealistic expectations. Maybe after he met her upstairs, she'd suggest that they go back to his apartment. Thankfully he lived alone.

As the song ended, Fitz whispered in her ear, "I forgot our drinks, I'll be right back!"

Olivia was never one to listen. He let her go and she pivoted in place, waiting just a couple of seconds before following behind him. If she didn't tell him that she was going upstairs to wait for him now, she never would. Her opportunity would be missed. Her lips parted to tell him when her eyes landed on Jake. Fitz held two cups in his hand as he closed the distance between them. Olivia gave Jake a forced smile. Just because she wasn't impressed by his father's money, didn't mean she always had to be rude.

Fitz held out a drink and Olivia took it. She took several sips, not realizing just how thirsty she was. The music started to grow louder, and Olivia took that as her cue. It was now or never. There was the butterflies again.

She stretched up to her tippy toes and leaned forward, her lips near Fitz's ear. "My note – what'd you think? Can we go upstairs and not talk? I'm ready to be with you. Remember, the second bedroom on the right. I'll be waiting for you." She gave him a coy smile and jerked her head in the direction of the stairs before she walked away.

Once more, she weaved through the crowd, drinking from the cup as she went. The stairs felt like they were miles long as she climbed them, pulling herself up by the railing. She made it to the second step from the top and turned. Her eyes landed on the grandfather clock, 10:39pm. Twenty-minutes to figure out all that she wanted to say to Fitz.

Penelope's guest room was lavish, much like the rest of the home. It was probably nicer than her parents entire house back home in PG. Olivia knocked back the rest of the beer and plopped down on the plush bed, kicking off her white Keds and tugging off her cat tail. She suddenly felt unbearably hot. Without thinking twice, she tugged off her stockings, dropping them on top of her shoes. She sat down and touched the lamp, dimming the room in a dull orange light.

The watch around her wrist said it was 11:19. She kept it fifteen minutes fast to make sure she was on time for class. Maybe she'd just lay down and wait for Fitz. It felt like seconds rather than minutes later. A pair of lips pressed against her neck. She smiled, trying to lift her head, but it felt like a ball of lead. Everything felt impossibly heavy. The more she tried to feel the body above her, the more things felt off. She reached for the dimming lamp, but couldn't quite reach.

"Olivia."

Her eyes snapped open and she no longer needed the light to know who hovered above her. It was Jake. She felt his fingers drift down her sides, but her arms felt too heavy to stop him. The more she tried, the more she couldn't. He untucked her sweater.

"What are - what are you doing, Jake?" Olivia asked. She tried to sit up but almost immediately fell back. No matter how hard she tried to take control of her body, nothing seemed to be working. Her limbs felt disconnected and her movements simultaneously too fast and too slow.

"Giving you what you've wanted all along." His fingers traveled up her torso, brushing over her breasts through the nylon of her shirt. "Already got your stockings off and everything."

"Stop," she tried to shove him away. "Fitz is going to be here any second, get off of me." Her voice held more threat and bravado than she currently felt. Ice cold fear dripped down her spine.

He chuckled darkly. In the dim light of the room, Olivia could only see half of his face. She tried - again - to sit up. Again, she couldn't. "Please get off of me."

"Don't worry, Livvie…. I'll get you off," he cooed. His hands slipped under her skirt. They were sweaty against her thighs as his fingers brushed across her most intimate spaces. She tried to buck him off of her; tried - in vain - to wiggle away. It was no use. He tugged her underwear off, tossing them to the floor.

"Please, stop. Please don't. Fitz is coming. He knows I'm up here. He'll —" Her words were cut off as she felt his thumb press against her. Several loose tears slipped down her face.

"He'll what? He knows I'm up here, Liv. He sent me up here." He removed his hands from underneath her skirt and began to undo his belt buckle.

"You're lying." Olivia tried to roll away. She managed to make it onto her side, almost falling off the bed, but was stopped by Jake. He rolled her back onto her back and pushed her further into the bed. His knees dug into her thighs and he held her hands down, above her head.

Jake laughed, his face inches above hers. "I have no reason to lie to you, Livvie. I don't even want you. I know you're not the girl that someone like me ends up with. I do know your type, though. Dirty little bitches that'll do anything in bed. Don't worry, you'll remember me." Something between anger and fear left Olivia trying still to push him away. He held her wrists tighter. "Fitz and I are frat brothers, Olivia, we share everything. Including women. It isn't often that he gets my sloppy seconds, but he's currently across the hall fucking Mellie."

"You're lying! Get off of me!"

They struggled for a moment, seconds really. His knees dug harder into his thighs and she almost got her arms out of his hold. Too bad she was far too slow. He managed to get both of her wrists pinned above her by his right arm. Her head began to spin and suddenly there was a piece of paper in her face. Her handwriting stared back at her. It was her note. Her heart sank in the haze that was her head. Scrawled across her note were the words Olivia's upstairs, go for it. It was Fitz's writing. She'd been staring at his notebooks for months now.

"No…" she shook her head. Her head spun and she was dizzy. So. Dizzy.

His knees lifted off of her thighs and she heard his belt hit the floor. "Please. Don't. Stop." Olivia begged. In her head she was kicking him. In her head, she was swinging and flailing beneath him. "Don't! Stop!" she yelled again. In her head...the bedroom door opened.

She saw Fitz. Her nightmare was over. It was done. Finally. Finally!

"The door!" Jake yelled.

"Shit! Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt you!" Fitz called out. There was a faint, happy giggling sounding from behind Fitz. Olivia recognized the giggle. It was Mellie.

"The door!" Jake yelled again. This time, the door shut.

Olivia's throat tightened and silent tears slipped down her face. Her eyes slipped closed as Jake once again parted her legs.

Olivia woke the next morning to the New Haven sun peeking through the bedroom window. Her brain thudded against her skull as she sat up. Her mouth was dry and she felt nauseous. Her body was sore. Her wrists burned and she could feel her thighs aching. Not only did they hurt, but they felt sticky. Sweaty. Dirty.

"About time you got up."

Olivia turned to find Penelope standing in the doorway. The blonde let the door fall shut behind her as she entered the bedroom. She bent low as she came in, and picked something. A piece of cloth. Olivia narrowed her eyes and it hit her. Her underwear.

"You're a kinky slut, aren't you," Penelope tossed the panties to Olivia who caught them.

Olivia held them in hand, her bottom lip quivering immediately. She held the garment in hand and curled it against her chest. "Did you see - did. When did Jake leave?" she asked. Her stomach wretched at the sound of his name. The night was in pieces and chunks in her head.

"Jake?" Penelope asked. "I didn't see Jake. So that's who you were up here with. Was it a revenge fuck since Fitz was across the hall with Mellie?"

The tears bubbled to the surface and she could hear Jake's voice above her. She could hear the bed beneath her and Mellie laughing. Giggling. Fitz apologized. Olivia wiped at her eyes.

"Ah, I - uhm. I didn't. He. It wasn't…" Olivia stammered. Her words bunched up against her teeth and she couldn't put them in an order that made any sense. Maybe she'd just imagined it all. Maybe it hadn't happened. Maybe the pain between her legs, the tug on her thighs, and soreness of her wrists were just something she imagined. Her eyes swept around the room and she spotted her shoes, resting by the foot of the bed. Olivia slipped off the bed and nearly dove for her things. She slipped on her shoes, nearly falling onto the bed. She caught herself just in time and realized that her shirt was still unbuttoned. Her fingers shook as she hooked the tiny white buttons back into place. Her eyes swept the room for her stockings, but there were nowhere to be found.

"Come on, Liv, " Penelope started. "We've all fucked someone we regret. Just brush it off. Your relationship with Fitz is fucked, but hey, you'll get by. Not like you two would've ended up together anyways." Penelope shrugged.

Olivia looked up at her soon-to-be former friend and shook her head. A couple of tears slipped down her cheeks. "Go to hell." She didn't look back as she moved through the house and out into the crisp fall morning. Outside, she took deep, gasping breaths, trying her hardest to get as much air into his lungs as possible. Mellie's giggles echoed in her head. Fitz's apology played on repeat.

Jake had — they'd — she….

A low sob broke from her throat as she started to run. The tugging on her thighs no longer mattered as she tried to get home, to her apartment, as fast as she could.

A week later, a week of seclusion and class skipping, Olivia sat in Professor Marjoram office. Professor Marjoram was a thin, commanding woman. Her no none-sense attitude kept Olivia on her toes and Professor Manchin's straight forward attitude was always a welcome.

Except today. The woman peered at Olivia, her green eyes sparkling in the bright fluorescent light. "We both know what this looks like, Miss Pope. I think it's best that you let this go."

Olivia looked down at her wrists, Jake's thumb prints still darkened her ashen skin. She hadn't spoken to anyone about Jake except for Professor Marjoram. Fitz hadn't called her and Olivia didn't expect him to, really. What would he say? Jake was right, Fitz didn't care. He'd seen what was happening to her and walked away.

"You're telling me to forget that I was..."

"Find a counselor to talk to. Get it out there. You try to take this anywhere, you know what will happen. Burecratic red tape. No peace. Your parents will find out. It's likely you'll be kicked out of school or in the least lose your scholarship."

Olivia's heart sank. "He hurt me."

Professor Marjoram reached across her desk and squeezed one of Olivia's hands. Olivia flinched and pulled away.

"One day it'll be okay."

One day. It wasn't good enough.

"Fitz," Mellie said, clearly taken aback. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You set Olivia up. You set her up to be raped. Admit it." Fitz kept his hands at his sides, clutching and un-clutching his fists.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've never been able to play stupid well. Don't think you can start now."