*TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*
Saturday
"You can at least look like you want to go out babe?" Olivia said, sitting on the sofa next to a sour faced Fitz. They had decided to go out with Abby and Stephen for dinner and a movie. They declined dancing because neither felt like doing it. After finding out yesterday that Eric Ward was filling in for Fitz the couple was feeling rather uneasy. However, instead of worrying about his motives they decided to go out even if it was just to the movies.
"I'm sorry, babe," Fitz said, entwining his fingers with her, trying to be in the moment with her. He was feeling so much apprehension about this Eric guy that he didn't know what to do. Now, Chief Beene forbade him from returning to the station unless the doctor cleared him.
"You look beautiful tonight," he complimented. He took in her curly locks that graced her shoulders and the smoothness of her face. She wore a simple white tee with a gold "statement necklace" or that's what she called it. It complimented her black skinny jeans and her black high-heeled boots with a small gold chain hanging across the front.
"Thanks," she blushed. "You're not so bad yourself, pretty boy," she returned. He looked impeccable in a fitted denim jeans, a baby blue buttoned down shirt and black loafer shoes.
Catching her off-guard he pulled her onto his lap with his right arm.
Olivia giggled as she sat sideways in his lap. "What are you doing, Mister?"
"Nothing," he growled, kissing her softly. "We can sit here and wait for those two to come get us or we can make out with each other? Which one you prefer?" He finished with a peck of her lips.
"Make out for $400, Alex!" She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Lucky for you that was a double jeopardy and you've just earned your self $800, missy." Fitz spoke awfully close to her mouth. "Time to pick up your prize," he said, latching onto her lips.
The feel of her soft lips on his always made his blood hot. Fitz brought her body closer to his by holding onto the seat of her rear. His right hand did not leave there; he continued feeling up her ass while kissing her mouth thoroughly. All worldly thoughts escaped his mind as he reveled in the moment. He was grateful for her kisses they revived his hungry soul. He ached to be one with her again and knew that she probably was, too. Even though she said nothing about it the moans that escaped her lips were evidence of her need. He felt himself becoming stiff and knew that if they didn't stop he would have her on her back, spread out on the couch. However, instead of looking for self-gratification he thought about what he could do to make her feel better.
"Livvie," he groaned, when his face was pulled back a few inches from hers. He took in her bee-stung lips and desired filled eyes she was aroused and beautiful. "Baby, I want to pleasure you," he said, staring into the very depths of her soul
"Fitz…" she moaned, squirming on top of his erection. "You can't," she began, speaking sensibility.
"I can, I will, I'm going to…" He returned, confidently.
"Take off your pants" he commanded, urging her to stand on her feet.
Olivia stared at him for a few seconds debating with herself why this was probably a bad idea. But desire overtook sensible thinking. She stood to her feet and did as he commanded. Standing in just an orange tanga style panty and her white tee she felt extremely sexy and vulnerable.
Fitz stood to his feet and grabbed one of her hand. "Come with me. " He led her to the kitchen straight to the dining table. He grabbed all contents that were on it and moved it out of the way. When he was done he turned towards her and said, "Lie on the table."
Olivia gave him a strange look but she obliged. "You're so weird," she teased, situating herself on top the mahogany finished table.
"You'll see how weird I am in a minute," he returned sultry. He guided her legs wide apart so that she was opened up to him.
"I love how bold you are," he said, eyeing up the fleshly imprint through her panty. "I could see how wet you already are. Do I make you wet?" He asked, walking around the table to where her head was.
Olivia's eyes were closed and her mouth agape. The anticipation was killing her slowly. Being on the table spread out like a buffet was doing things to her libido that she'd never experienced before.
"Do I make you wet?" he repeated his question. Olivia nodded yes. "Use your words, sweet baby."
"Yes… Yes you do," she moaned.
"Good," he smirked; lowering his head to hers and connecting their lips in a sizzling kiss. Her fingers found their way into his curls at the nape of his neck pulling him closer as their tongues duel for dominance. Pulling apart for air Fitz watched her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his index finger from one corner of her lips to the next. With the same index finger he trailed down the planes of her body and settled it on her right big toe.
He observed the teal colored polish and smiled. "Pretty color," he said.
In the distance they heard Olivia's cellphone started ringing.
"Fitz, hurry! We don't have a lot of time before Stephen and Abby gets here." Olivia said impatiently. She felt like she would literally die if she didn't find a release soon. She was wounded up tighter than a jack in the box toy.
"Patience sweetheart," he chuckled, running his index finger extra slowl up her legs.
"Fitz!" Olivia cried in frustrations.
Feeling sorry for her he pulled up his chair to the table to devour his pre movie dinner. She relaxed her body when she felt his hands on her upper thighs.
And just as he was about to ease her underwear down the loud bang on the front door alerted them of their ride.
"Ughhhhhh!" Olivia groaned in annoyance. Worst! Possible! Time! She mentally screamed.
"I'm so sorry," Fitz said, feeling truly remorseful for arousing her and now he couldn't finish.
"Keep it to yourself!" She snapped, swinging her legs off of the table.
If he wasn't feeling so bad he would have found her angry mutterings funny. He stepped aside for her to walk pass him to head to the living room where she shimmied back into her jeans before slipping on her boots.
"We're coming!" He heard her scream.
He walked up to her and said, "I'm gonna make it up to you." Fitz tried to redeem himself by holding onto her hand but she snatched it away from him.
"I'm fine."
He decided to cool it and let her be. They walked towards the door after she was ready. Opening the door, they greeted a well dressed Abby and Stephen on the other side. They all shared brief hugs before walking to Stephen's car.
Fitz opened the car door for Olivia and she muttered a thank you when he closed it. She knew she was behaving irrational; blame it on her craze hormones. She was a victim of sexual frustrations.
"So, which movie do you want to go watch?" Abby asked from the front passenger seat. They had already decided where they were going to eat but not which movie they wanted to see.
"What is out right now?" Fitz asked.
"It all depends. There's this animation movie that Rihanna is in, it's called Home. There's also Mall Cop 2 that's a comedy. Furious 7 another Fast & Furious movie," Abby listed.
"I want to see Furious 7," Olivia commented.
"Same," Fitz said, looking at Liv through the darkness enveloping them in the backseat.
"I'm with you guys," Stephen confirmed.
"Ughhh, it's the same movie in a different city that they film over and over," Abby whined.
"You're probably right, sweetheart, but you forget one thing. It's very entertaining," Stephen quipped.
"I guess its Furious 7 then," Abby growled.
Olivia chuckled to herself; after all she wasn't the only one in a sour mood. The laughing actually improved her mood and it also helped that someone was boring laser beams into the side of her head trying to get her attention. Deciding to put him out of his misery Olivia turned to look at him and smiled.
"We're fine," she whispered, stretching out a hand to grab his.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise." Olivia nodded.
Olivia felt herself relaxing and she was able to enjoy the moment. She participated in the conversations as they drove to the restaurant. Once they were there the conversations flowed endless; the ladies drank but Stephen and Fitz didn't. Stephen was their designated driver and Fitz couldn't drink alcohol while taking his pain meds.
By the time they were at the movies Olivia was feeling a little more than tipsy. When the movie began she rested her head on Fitz' shoulder while one of her hand roamed to the front of his pants.
"Liv…" Fitz whispered in a warning tone. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to ignore the feel of her stroking him.
"Payback," she said, whispering against his neck before giving it a quick kiss. Taking the popcorn from her lap she placed it on his to camouflage her wicked actions.
"Stop. You can't do that," he placed his right hand on her hand when he felt her reaching for his zipper. Olivia bit his neck and he let out a hiss. Stephen and Abby looked over at them and told them to shush.
Olivia rolled her eyes and settled back in her seat. The alcohol coursing through her body was making her dare devilish and she couldn't help it. Resuming her sexual advances on him she began playing with his outer ear with her index finger, running around the tip before slipping it inside. Even in the semi-darkness she could see the red color it turned and she smiled. Her victory was short-lived when he grabbed onto her hand and placed it into her lap. Pouting that he'd ruin her fun Olivia chose to ignore him for the rest of the movie. That was until the end when they made a special tribute for Paul Walker who died in real life. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the tribute that was making her extremely sad when she began sobbing.
Fitz not expecting that didn't know what to do initially. But then he pulled her onto his lap and held her to his chest as she cried. The lights were on and people were making their way out of the theatre but not before casting a curious glance at them. Minutes passed and Olivia hadn't let up her crying. What in the world? Fitz thought to himself. Never had he seen her cried this much.
"I'll meet you guys in the car," Fitz told Abby and Stephen so they won't have to wait longer on them.
"Ight, mate." Stephen said, leading the way out and Abby followed.
Fitz stayed behind comforting his baby. "It's ok. It's ok," he cooed. This went on for another five minutes before he heard her stop.
Olivia pulled away, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. What had gotten over her? "I'm so sorry," she said, standing quickly to her feet. "I don't know what just happened."
"It's ok," Fitz told her.
Olivia shook her head and began walking out of the row. Remembering that she'd forgotten to grab her purse she turned around to go grab it but Fitz raised his hand showing her that he has it.
"Thanks," she muttered, collecting it from him. When they'd reached outside of the room Olivia excused herself to the bathroom and Fitz waited outside for her.
Several minutes later he saw her walking out fresh-faced; she looked much more relaxed and like herself.
"I'm never touching alcohol again," she said, laughing. "I'm so sorry for tonight. I don't know what came over me, truly. Once I started crying I couldn't stop. I'm so embarrassed." She covered her face.
Fitz chuckled glad to see she was feeling much better. Pulling her to his side they began to walk. He said, "there's never a dull moment with you. One day we'll have a lot of funny stories to tell our children." He kissed the crown of her head lovingly, inhaling the scent of it.
"Children?" Olivia smirked, looking up at him. This was the first time he mentioned anything about them having children together.
"Two boys and two girls. The girls will have your pretty brown eyes and cute button nose while the boys will have your sweet smile and wit. They will all have your intellect and loving heart," he answered
Olivia felt her heart melt when he said that. His words touched places in her heart that had never been touched before. She never thought much about motherhood, because truthfully, she didn't know if she ever wanted to be somebody's mother or not. But in that moment she could imagine being pregnant for him and having his babies.
Instead of replying with words she wrapped her arm around his waist and squeezed him closer. Two girls and two boys, she thought.
Sunday
The next morning Olivia was awaken by Fitz' skillful tongue on her intimate flesh. When she inquired what he was doing he simply said, "I'm making it up to you." And that he did. He took his time in bringing her to an earthshattering climax that left her trembling in its wake. With her breathing still sporadic Fitz thrust two digits into her quivering channel. He pumped them in and out of her wet heat while his thumb rubbed delicious circles onto her engorged clit. When she demanded that he go faster as she rode his fingers wantonly, he relented and pumped faster until her screams of ecstasy was evidence of her climax.
Lying spent on her back drenched in sweat Olivia felt alive. "Wow," she breathed.
Fitz smiled at hearing her satisfaction although feeling discomfort of his own from the painful erection he was having. Rising up from the bed he said, "we have half an hour to leave the house."
"What why?" she asked confused, satisfied to stay in bed for the rest of the day.
"Today my dear, we're buying you a car." He gave her a dazzling smile.
"I thought we were going to do that next week."
"No time like the present. And besides I don't like you not having a car especially while that creep works there. No more rides," Fitz stated seriously.
Olivia groaned when she realized that tomorrow morning she was officially going to be facing the creep. The thought of him asking her if she needed another ride was enough to push her out of bed.
She got up and grabbed her discarded bottom from off the floor and quickly slid into it.
"I'm buying a car!" she sang as she twirled into the bathroom. She was excited that she was going to buy her very first car. Although, feeling a tad bit mortified that she was going to have to do so with Fitz' help. She felt her independent wings being clipped. She truly didn't like the feel of owing anyone even though Fitz told her it wasn't like that.
"So, do you still want the Camry or you changed your mind already?" Fitz asked, grabbing his toothbrush from its holder and applying a sliver of toothpaste on the bristles.
Olivia rolled her eyes at the mention of her indecisiveness from a week ago. It was a long-term commitment so she had to choose something that she liked. Her final two choices were between the Nissan Altima and the Toyota Camry, she eventually chose the Camry because the ratings on the car was higher than the Altima. Even Fitz advised her that Toyotas were durable vehicles.
"I still want the Camry," she eventually answered.
"Good that'll make things a whole lot easier."
An hour and half later they arrived at Midtown Toyota off of Cicero Avenue. A tall lanky man named Al greeted them. He immediately asked who's looking for the car and what kind of car they were looking for. Olivia answered both of his questions and he led them to where they had a wide range of Camrys. So far Al wasn't a pushy salesman as he relayed various information about the car. Fitz intentionally stayed in the background and only offered necessary inputs so that Olivia would feel in control of the buying process. He was serious when he said that he only wanted to be the gap filler in her life and not try to smother her, even though he would love to have her by his side 24/7, but knew that was impossible.
"Ohh… Look at this one babe," Olivia's excitement grew when they came upon a slate colored Camry in the sports edition. "It has a sunroof too," she squealed. She always wanted a car with a sunroof.
Fitz smiled at the childlike glee that was worn on her face as they inspected the car. The car was nice and it had nice rims, and from the look of the interior it was also nice. But it all paled in comparison to her happiness.
"You want to take this one out on a test drive?" Al asked.
Olivia turned her eyes on Fitz looking for his input. They both noticed the price of the car on the window shield it was a couple thousands more than the regular Camry.
"I think we should," Fitz insisted, smiling.
Olivia returned his smile and said, "Yes please." She handed over her license to Al after he requested it. He had to ensure that she was a safe driver and it wasn't expired. He then excused himself to go get the car key.
When they were left to themselves, Olivia asked, "Fitz isn't it too expensive? I already feel self conscious about taking your money and now it's more than what we both anticipated." She said while surveying the car. The more she stared at it the more she loved it.
"It's fine, I can handle it, comfortably." Little did she know that Fitz was quite a saver. He wasn't wealthy or rich but he wasn't wanting for anything. He lived in a house that was completely paid off; he only needed to pay yearly taxes. The vehicle he drove was bought with cash. At the end of the month only a small portion of his salary went to utilities including cable, phone bill, truck insurance and food. He was able to foot the entire cost but knew that would be pushing it too far with her.
"Ok, and for the record I'm still going to pay you back."
"Liv, stop. You don't have to. I don't want you to. Nothing is wrong with receiving a gift, you're not weak to accept it."
Olivia sighed and came to stand in front of him, "you're right. Thank you." She said simply, tiptoeing to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
Monday
Olivia was giddy to drive to work on Monday morning in her brand new 2015 Toyota Camry Sports Edition. After her test drive Olivia had fallen even more in love with the car. It drove like a charm with effortless gear shifting. She loved the feel of the leather steering wheel underneath her hands as she navigated the streets. After the test drive when Al asked, "how was it?" Fitz interrupted and said, "We'll take it." From the look in her eyes he was able to tell that she loved the car and wanted it. It was little observations like that that made her love him more.
"Eyes on the road at all times, no texting while driving. Call me when you get to work," Fitz said as he stood by the driver's window looking inside at her.
Olivia chuckled, "ok, daddy. Anything else?"
He shook his head no and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too. See you tomorrow." She pouted her lips and he lowered his to kiss hers.
Pulling apart, he said, "mmm… you smell expensive."
Olivia rolled her eyes playfully and turned the keys in the ignition. Fitz stepped away from the car, she waved at him and he waved back before she drew up her window and drove off.
Grabbing his phone from his sweatpants pocket, Fitz used it to call Stephen. On the fourth ring he finally answered.
"Hey mate."
"Hey Stephen, sorry to disturb you so early but I have a favor to ask of you."
"Sure, what's that?"
"Can you keep an eye on Lt. Ward, especially when he's around Liv?"
"You got it mate."
"Thanks man," Fitz said, relieved that he had eyes on the inside while he was on the outside. He liked that his friend didn't need a ten pages essay on why he was asking the favor to jump into action.
The conversation ended and Fitz returned to the house.
Two weeks later
Olivia got up and stretched her arms languidly above her head. She checked her phone for the time and saw that it was just past midnight. Seven hours and thirty minutes more to go, she mused. She was near ending her 24 hours shift and she couldn't wait. These past two weeks flew by. So much had happened. On Fitz' last doctor visit they realized that he still needed surgery and he underwent it two days ago, and was now recovering. He was slightly upset that he needed more time to heal and wouldn't return to work sooner. That was really depressing him. Olivia secretly knew that he wanted to return badly so that Lt. Ward would leave the station, although she kept reassuring him that he no longer bothered her he still didn't trust the guy. In the two weeks he had been filling in for Fitz she noticed that he no longer targeted her, and when they interacted it was always about work and nothing else. Even when she was at school he no longer approached her unless it was school related. She was happy that he finally understood that she wasn't interested in him.
Since it was so late at the firehouse and there weren't on an emergency call some of the guys were taking power naps, some were gathered around the TV watching the ESPN channel while others were doing their own things. She and Harrison were occupying the small makeshift living room area.
She wondered if Fitz was awake as she wouldn't mind talking to him. Looking across at Harrison, she said, "I'll be in the locker room making a quick phone call."
"Ok," he answered, lifting his head long enough from the book he was reading to acknowledge her.
She walked silently towards the locker room where she could acquire some privacy to make her phone call.
Olivia opened and closed the door behind her before walking towards the single chair that served as a footstool/clothes hanger. She took a seat on the rickety chair and pulled out her iPhone. Taking a deep breath she dialed Fitz' number. She listened to it ring. Once, then twice and a third time; after the third ring she concluded that he was asleep. He always answered her by the third ring. She took the phone from her ear and was about to disconnect the call when she heard the doorknob turning. It startled her for some unknown reason making her drop the phone and it slid across the floor and landed in front of her locker door.
"Shit," she muttered, quickly getting up to check her phone screen. Turning the phone over she let out a giant sigh of relief when she saw that the screen was still intact.
She was preoccupied with her phone that she didn't notice the other person in the room observing her with intent.
"You and Grant, huh?" She heard, and the hair on the back of her neck immediately stood to attention. Her mind quickly ran into overdrive. Shoving her phone into her pants pocket she stood to her feet and turned to face the man who had probably waited for such an opportunity like this.
"Excuse me?" Olivia said with barely contained disgust. Not waiting for an answer she started towards the door to get the hell out of the room but he immediately stood in her path.
"Where do you think you're going? I just want to talk."
"We can talk on the other side of that door, Lt. Ward," Olivia pointed towards the door while speaking calmly, even though her heart was hammering in her chest. Her intuition was ringing church bells in her ears.
"No, I want to speak to you in private, Olivia. Why do you keep avoiding me like if I'm diseased?"
"Lt. Ward, please move out of my way. You're beginning to make me feel uncomfortable." Olivia restated in a firm voice. Even though she was feeling scared she tried hard to stay calm. She needed to think rationally so she could get out of there quickly and safely. And when she was out of there the first thing she was going to do was report him to Chief Beene for workplace harassment.
"Why do you have to be such a stuck up bitch? I just want to talk to you and all you do is give me a damn attitude!" He spat at her.
Olivia didn't care to hear anymore of his rant so she tried to walk around him but he sidestepped her.
"Move out of my way!" she bellowed, growing increasingly angry.
"Liv, calm down. Please calm down. I just want to talk to you. That's all," he said in a calmer voice.
"I don't want to talk to you! I never want to talk to you! I want you to move out of my way so I can leave this room! Now!" This time her petite body pushed passed him with such force that she thought for sure she was going to exit the room; that was until his huge hand gripped her left bicep.
"You're not going anywhere until I say so! Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?" He asked, pushing her up against the wall and pressing his body into hers. The unwelcomed feel of his stiffening manhood pressing against her stomach made her skin crawl and her heartbeat to increase its thumping rhythm.
Olivia was officially terrified. Her stomach grew queasy and her palms sweaty as she began to fight against him. No way was she going to allow him to rape her; he would have to kill her first.
"Let go of me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her small fist connected with his face and it made him angry, very angry. Stepping back from her he backed hand her across the face and growled, "You're a fucking cunt! All this time I thought you were some prize to be won, but you're a classless bitch. When someone asks politely to speak to you, you speak to them!"
Olivia held onto her left cheek as the sting from his assault burned her flesh. Tears quickly fell from her eyes as she made another dash for the door. Before she was even halfway there Eric caught her with both hands. This time he slammed her body into a locker and it made a loud bang at contact. She felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and back.
"What do you want from me? Let me go!" Olivia cried when his body resumed pressing against hers. Her body hadn't fully registered his latest assault. She was in a very precarious situation, especially knowing that the locker room wasn't particularly close to the others.
"I want some damn respect. Never in my entire life has so much a bitch ever disrespected me. You know how many women would love to be in your shoes? To win the admiration of a man like me?"
Olivia continued to sob pulling her body closer to herself while silently praying to God for a miracle to take her away from this place. Her body kept up the fight against him even though he was ten times stronger.
"Answer me!" He spoke close to her face, his spit spraying on her.
Fear gripped her so badly that she felt like she was going to pass out. Somehow she summoned up enough courage to shake her head yes. She didn't know if that was the answer he was looking for or not.
Seemingly satisfied by her answer, Eric snarled, " since you're no lady, I'll show you how I treat bitches." His hands strayed to her ass and squeezed it. Olivia not having it decided to use her free hand to slap his face with all her might and sharply brought her right knee to connect with his balls. She cried out in anguish when his hand stopped her knee from making contact. Aggravated by her fighting spirit, his left hand splayed like death around her neck the sense of failure and doomed overcame her.
"Let me go," she choked, panting for air. "Please let me go," she pleaded. His fingers closed around her throat tighter while his other hand molested her body. Groping her breasts through her shirt.
"No! You pushed me too far. None of this would have happened if you didn't behaved like such a bitch. All I wanted to do was talk with you and get to know you. I tried not talking to you for two weeks and see if you would come around but you had the audacity to look relieved, like I'm some fucking creep. Women like you put good men like me in trouble. Walking around teasing us. Why did you accept my car ride knowing that I wanted you? Since you can sleep with Grant you can sleep with me. What's the difference between one white dick from another?" He ranted incessantly.
By now Olivia was losing oxygen and she was growing unconscious. Her pleads were barely above a whisper. She felt his free hand roughly undoing the button on his pants.
"Liv!" The sound of Harrison on the other side of the door stalled her assaulter's movement. Olivia opened her mouth to scream but he quickly covered it. He released her neck and pointed his index finger warningly at her, mouthing, "be quiet!"
The rattling of the door sounded and Harrison called, "why is the door locked? Open it, Liv!"
Olivia sensing that this was the only opportunity she would get for escaping this grave situation decided in that moment that she needed to channel every inner strength she possessed. With adrenaline coursing through her veins she shoved Eric off of her so hard that he landed on the floor. And she shouted, "HARRISON! HELP! HELP!"
Eric clutched on to both of her ankles causing her to fall backwards and hit her head on the floor, knocking her unconscious.
Harrison hearing the commotion punched the fiberglass, which was included as a style on the top half of the door before pushing his hand inside and turned the doorknob, unlocking it. When he got inside he immediately saw Olivia lying on the floor with her clothes haphazardly on her body. She was unmoving and he rushed over to her. "Liv! Can you hear me?" He bent over her and began checking her pulse. He noticed the finger marks around her neck and the swelling of her face. Harrison began panicking as he observed his friend's condition. He was getting up to go get help when he was also knocked unconscious.
Unlucky for him he didn't see when Eric came out of his hiding place until he felt a struck on the back of his head from a piece of wood that came from the rickety chair, causing him to lay unconsciously beside Liv.
"What's going on in here? Harrison, stop making so much blasted –" Stephen stopped speaking when he saw Lt. Ward standing over a limp Harrison and Olivia with a piece of wood in his hand. He'd happened to be going to the bathroom when he heard Harrison screaming "Liv! Can you hear me?" He thought they were playing some ridiculous game so he came over to look.
Without thinking Stephen advanced to Eric and slammed him against the wall, immediately his fist punched his face over and over until he saw blood. And when he was tired of doing that he scrambled him by the lapels of his shirt and banged his head into the wall over and over. Eric tried to fight him back but it was no match against Stephen's wrath. He was seeing red and he was this close from taking out his pocketknife and slitting his throat. He never trusted the bastard, even more so when Fitz asked him to keep an eye on him.
The sound of men fighting traveled through the open door and alerted the others. Chief Beene was the first to arrive on the scene.
"What's going?" Chief Beene demanded as he rushed into the room. He immediately rushed over to Stephen and Eric and parted the fight. Eric was bloody, beaten and battered while Stephen only bore a busted lip.
Panting, Stephen said, "I don't know what he did but he's responsible for that." Stephen pointed to the floor where the two unconscious bodies laid.
A/N: I've never written something like this before and I hated every bit of it, honestly speaking. I'm more of a happy storyteller but as a writer I'm pushing myself to come out of my comfort zone. I cried so much during certain parts because it's such a terrible act. I sincerely apologize if you did as well. I won't waste this horrible accident in Olivia's life; she wouldn't feel such pain for naught. In the end something beautiful will rise out of the ashes. Like my friend always tells me, in life bad things happens and most times something beautiful is birthed from our pains. I said all of this to say, please don't hate me and I'm very sorry if this triggered any personal memories for you.
What did you thought of the chapter? What would you like to see going forward? How do you think Fitz will react when he finds out?
Happier Things: Liv finally got her car for what it's worth and they sorta had a talk about future kids. Fitz wants four of them. Haha. BTW that crying scene at the movie was inspired by a true event. LOL
Thanks for sticking with me and I look forward to reading your reviews.
XOXO
