A/N: First of all I appreciate your continuous support and love for this story. Since my muses were flowing and I had free time I decided to give you chapter 22. Woohoo! We pick up right from the last chapter. I know some of you are disappointed that Fitz smashed his phone but you have to realize that when someone is angry they sometimes do not think rationally. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this new update. Let me know what your new thoughts are. And also, Olivia wasn't raped. The dream/thoughts she had in the hospital was merely her unconscious state fighting to gain conscious. It was kind of an internal struggle she was experiencing where her soul was dying and she had to fight for her life. Sorry if that confused you.
After returning to his truck Fitz sat for several minutes forcing himself to calm down. He was out of control and knew that he needed to be stopped before he does something permanently stupid. He took deep breaths over and over to control his frantically pacing heart. When a sliver of said anger had subsided rational thinking began flowing through his brains once again – an element that was definitely not present a few minutes ago. The cold metal of the gun pressing against his flesh was evidence of his irrationality.
He knew deep down walking into a hospital to put a bullet into Eric's head wasn't logical or smart. But, can you blame him for wanting to do so? NO! He was thrown into the deep with nothing but his body to save him. The current he was pushing against was tiring him out. The first life raft he saw wasn't necessary the best choice but to him it was a choice nonetheless. That was his thought process when he initially grabbed the gun.
"Shit! Shit!" Fitz exclaimed, hitting his open palm on the steering wheel. The memory of him destroying his phone replayed in his mind. He had everything that would convict Ward for his crime, but in the heat of the moment he did something incredibly stupid. Blinded by rage he didn't stop to think before reacting.
Fitz didn't know if the voicemail could be salvaged, he hoped to God that it was. With that thought and a sliver of hope Fitz turned the truck key's in its ignition and sped off to the nearest Verizon store.
Ten minutes later he was pulling into the parking lot at the store. With the truck in park mode he grabbed his wallet and hopped out of it but didn't move off. The feel of the cold metal reminded him of what he was concealing. Hopping back into the truck Fitz removed the gun and placed it into the glove compartment. Now weapon free, he stepped out of the truck once again and made his way inside of the store.
Immediately a sales representative greeted him, "Welcome to Verizon. My name is Tammy, how can I help you today?"
"Fitz took a deep breath before he replied, "my phone accidentally got smashed and I was wanting to know if there's anyway I can restore my voicemails. Or are they permanently deleted?"
Tammy smiled, "what kind of phone did you have?"
"An iPhone 6."
"Then most likely it will be saved to your iCloud account. Only if your phone was backed up after the voicemail was made."
Fitz breath a sigh of relief while praying that his phone was backed up in time.
"Please follow me sir," she pointed to the free computer at one of the desk. "We'll need to go over your account and see what your options are for a replacement phone."
"Thank you," Fitz said and followed her.
Back at the hospital Cyrus was running on all cylinders. Most of his men had left the hospital since it was almost nine in the morning, but he didn't. He stayed because he needed to get to the bottom of this situation and fast. Sitting in the cafeteria nursing what he considered to be the worst coffee known to man he waited for his "friend" to visit.
"Bulldog," he heard his alias before he saw the man that spoke it.
It wasn't long before Cyrus saw his former mentee.
"Charlie, have a seat," Cyrus stood and gesture towards the open seat across from him.
"It's been a while since I last had a call from you. How's life on the top? On the straight and narrow?"
Cyrus waved him off; he didn't have time for Charlie's version of catching up. "I need your help. And I need it today. A fire lieutenant assaulted one of my paramedics and injured a volunteer, he is claiming self-defense, which is preposterous if you ask me."
"Any evidence indicting him to the crime? Audio recordings? Surveillance videos?" Cyrus shook his head no. "Then what the fuck am I supposed to do if you got nothing?"
"What the fuck you're supposed to do?" Cyrus flared his nostrils at him. "I expect you to find something that is why I called you. Look into his background and see if there were more victims. I need this today Charlie, the sooner the better. So don't fuck this up!" Cyrus spoke last before he stood to his feet and left the cafeteria.
Olivia was in a half conscious state, as she lay in the hospital bed, limbering between the lands of sleep and awake. She hated fallen asleep because every time she did she dreamt that Ward was successful in raping her. She knew she wasn't raped; she remembered that clearly. But the thought of him almost doing it was enough to terrorize her emotionally. The remembrance of his hands groping her body made her trembled with disgust. She felt violated and hated it. Her body felt tainted and she wished more than anything to take a bath. A bath in the cleanest river to wash away every impurity that came with her assaulters touch.
She sensed someone's body next to hers but she didn't have the courage to look over to confirm it. She knew it wasn't Fitz because the scent was different, the person smelt of flowers and of vanilla. She knew then that only one person the scent could belong to
Opening her mouth with her eyes still shut, she asked, "Abby, is Harrison awake?"
It took her friend a moment to collect herself and answer her, "No. He's still in a coma." She whispered.
"Oh God," Olivia sighed. Tears sprang to her eyes. She would never be ok if Harrison died because he came to rescue her. She was indebted to him for life. "I want to go see him. Can you tell the nurse I want to go see him?" Olivia's eyes were now opened.
"Of course." For the first time since occupying the chair Abby got up and went in search of a nurse.
Five minutes later Olivia was wheeled down to the room that held her comatose friend. Despite of her many objections the nurse thought that she was too weak to walk down the hall, hence why she was wheeled down instead.
"You can go in one at a time," the nurse said, looking between her and Abby.
"You go first," Olivia said. She needed a little bit more time to mentally prepare for what was to come.
Abby went in and returned in five minutes, the tearstains on her cheeks alarmed Olivia even more. She steeled herself as it was her turn to go inside. The nurse graciously rolled her up to his bedside before leaving them to some privacy.
A sob caught in her throat as she observed the normally vibrant young man lying dormant on the hospital bed. There were tubes everywhere; he looked so weak and fragile. Olivia could only imagine how his mother was feeling when she came to visit him.
Pushing aside all thoughts Olivia gently grabbed one of his hands in hers and squeezed it.
"Harrison. Harry," she spoke his nickname as tears fell from her eyes. "You have to wake up. Please don't die. You saved me from getting…." She still couldn't bring herself to say the word rape. She continued, "and I need to thank you. Please don't die. You have so much life ahead of you. You will mature and grow into the man that we all know you can be. You cannot die. Please… Harry… You're like the little brother I never had and I need you. I need you to come back to me, ok…"
A few minutes went by with Olivia sobbing. She cried so hard that she hadn't realized the chocolate brown orbs looking down at her with love and admiration. Her eyes finally met his when she felt his hand returning her squeeze.
"You're awake!" she cried even louder, laughing in between.
The commotion heard on the other side of the door caused the nurse to reenter the room.
"He's awake!" The nurse quickly went into action, paging the doctor on shift.
Two hours later, Fitz was still stuck at the Verizon store. After forking out $700 he was able replace his damaged iPhone. His previous phone was under warranty, however, when explained the warranty policy he didn't have time to go through the claims department, which would literally take days. Days he didn't have. Seeing no other option he chose the expensive route and paid in full for the new phone.
Tapping his feet impatiently he waited on his new phone to restore all of the previous settings.
"Alright let's see here," Tammy said when the phone had finished restoring. She clicked on the voicemail icon to see if it anything could be found.
"I see a voicemail from Stephen."
"Is that the only one?" Fitz asked, experiencing a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Yea… Wait… Something else is loading. A voicemail from Olivia, it's still loading. It's a long one," Tammy commented.
The second she said that Fitz knew they were able to salvage the very important voicemail.
It had been two hours since Charlie had left the hospital. Cyrus excused himself from the celebration of Harrison being awake to answer his ringing phone when he saw the man's name flashed across the screen.
"What you got?" Cyrus answered.
"Bulldog, this is huge. We're fucking over our heads. Ward is Rogers' bastard son. His wife and legal kids don't know about him. I have inside sources that confirmed that Ward had raped, not attempted rape, but raped four other women that we know of. "
"Jesus Christ!" Cyrus exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It gets better. Detective Joseph is their cover-up guy. He can't be trusted. Any information that goes through him meets a dead end. You have to take this big. As in media big, you're gonna have to shed some spotlight on your own. If not, they have enough power to shut this story down without so much as a whisper. "
Cyrus listened intently to what the man had found. He felt newfound rage growing in his chest for all parties. He had to think sharply and wisely to expose all three of them.
"Do you have any recordings or videos that we can use for the public?" asked Cyrus.
"Unfortunately, no. I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks." Cyrus said curtly before disconnecting the call.
Everything just got ten times more complicated, he thought with his head bent down. Feeling an inclination to look up, he barely caught the tail end of Eric being wheeled out of the hospital by Rogers. Cyrus quickly rushed after them.
"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.
Eric looked up from the wheel chair and smiled, "Home. I got discharged."
"You're gonna pay for this you bastard!" Cyrus spat and stepped back. It wouldn't be wise for him to explode into an unspeakable rage, so he fought hard to temper it. He stood to the side and watched the two older men assisted him with climbing into the truck that wore the Fire Chief's logo. You won't be driving that for long, Cyrus mused.
Shortly after it was confirmed that the voicemail was restored Fitz got into his truck and rushed towards the hospital. Adrenaline coursed through his body as he searched the hospital Cyrus. Luckily, he didn't have to hunt for long before his target was found.
Immediately, he told him he needed to speak to him in private. As soon as they entered into an empty room, Fitz said, "I have evidence to bring down Ward. Part of the incident was left on my voicemail. Olivia was probably trying to call me, either she forgot to hang up or she did it deliberately. Either way I have evidence." Fitz held up the smartphone in his hand.
"You do? Let me hear it." The older man said quite opportunistically.
Fitz pressed play and forced himself to stay calm as he relieved the moment once again. This time he refrained the urge to smash his phone against the wall. Lesson learnt.
"This! This is it! We need to get this to a major news station STAT!"
"What! Why?" Fitz asked, confused. "Just turn it into the cops. Olivia wouldn't want the world to know what happened to her and I for one don't want her to be publicly broadcasted like that."
"Fitz, this is bigger than us. We need to take down the top." Cyrus began to relay all of the information Charlie told him, including Ward being discharged. And when he was finished he could see anger written all of his face.
"I know it's a lot to take in but we have to bring out the big guns. This is our ammunition to start a very public investigation on all three of them. I'll need you to go talk to Olivia and assure her that we will do everything possible to keep her name out of this, but we need this voicemail. That's the only way we can bring down these bastards."
Fitz nodded his head still in shock and angry at what he had just found out. The fact that Ward raped four other women and also tried to rape Olivia made his stomach roil. And on top of that his father covering up for him was even more sickening. Plus the cop in his back pocket was just plain evil. It was too much. Seriously too much…
He entered Olivia's room and was surprised to see her smiling and looking relaxed next to a seated Abby.
"It's about time you show up," she teased. Now he was definitely stupefied. She looked much better than the last time he'd seen her. The swelling on her face had reduced much, but there were still marks on her neck and upper arms.
He stopped at her bedside and said, "Hi."
"Hi." She returned, still smiling.
"I'm going to give you guys some privacy," Abby got up and left.
Fitz stood beside her upper body and grabbed onto one of her hands and squeezed it. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Better," she answered truthfully. "Harrison is awake and so far his injuries are minimum so I'm grateful for that," she exhaled deeply.
Now Fitz understood where the crux of her happiness came from. "That's great news!" Fitz exclaimed.
"It really is I was so worried about him. Now, I can breathe easier knowing that he's awake, because if he had died..." She trailed the last part sadly. Silence ensued.
He gave her a pained look and she shook her head no. "Promise me something, Fitz."
"Ok…" he replied hesitantly.
"Promise me that you will never look at me with pitiful eyes because of what happened."
Fitz wondered if he was doing it in that moment because of his frowning face. It would be hard to not do so, especially since he wore his emotions on the outside. Nevertheless, he nodded his affirmation to her promise.
"When does the doctor think you can go home?"
"I don't know, maybe tomorrow or later today. I'm ready to leave this place." Olivia sighed.
"I know you are, baby."
Silence fell over them again. Fitz was still holding her hand, now his thumb kept rubbing careful circles into the back of it.
Olivia cleared her throat. "Is…is…he arrested?"
It wasn't lost on Fitz that she couldn't even say the bastard's name.
"No he isn't. There's so much going on, baby, you won't believe half of it." Fitz dried chuckled, shaking his head. He sighed deeply before he continued in a serious tone, "it's unfair of me to ask you to be strong, but I need you to be when I tell you everything that is going on."
Olivia gulped before asking, "what is going on?"
Olivia listened intently to everything Fitz was saying. Her face mirrored his with the same disdain and anger when he spoke about Ward lying about what he did. She scoffed at his accusation of her and Harrison's "supposed affair". The more she listened the more angry she became and she wanted to do anything and everything in her power to crush not only him but also his wicked father and detective puppet. When she heard that he'd raped four other women and justice was never given to them Olivia grew more furious. By the end of it all when he told her that part of what happened was recorded on his voicemail, Olivia had already made up her mind to do whatever it took to take them down.
"Chief Beene believes that the only way we can take them down is by leaking the audio to the media. Would you feel ok with that? They will keep your identity anonymous. If you don't want to do it I completely understand, Livvie. I don't want you going through the horror of relieving that moment." Said Fitz, as a closing to his long recap of what was going on.
"Do it. Let him use it." Olivia said confidently. "Whatever he has to do to bring them down let him do it." Her resilient spirit refused to allow the likes of Ward to win. Someone had to stop Eric Ward and crew, because if they didn't who would be their next victim? Would that woman be as fortunate as her to escape his callous claws?
"Are you sure?" Fitz searched her eyes for any hesitancy but found none.
"I'm sure, Fitz. I want him locked away in prison. I never want to see or hear anything about that awful excuse of a human being! He touched me in places that were not Okayed by me. He violated me and I want him to pay! I want him to rot in prison! I want him to go to prison and feel what it is to be pinned down and violated! He's a vile pig! I would wish death on him, but death is too easy. So, whatever it is they have to do to pin him with his crimes. Let. Them. Do. It." Olivia spoke so passionately that she didn't let the tears flooding her cheeks to stop her from speaking her mind.
Fitz pulled her against his chest with his right arm and held her closely. She was right, death was too easy for him, and the recollection of him wanting to kill Ward made him feel incredibly foolish. Eric Ward deserved to be in prison where he could be somebody's little bitch. Let him feel what it is like to be violated, his thoughts agreed with her.
The day was long and grueling for one Cyrus Beene. The first thing he did when he got home was kissed James before accepting the glass of brandy he had poured and waiting for him. It was officially 48 hours since he had slept a wink. How could he have slept when they were chaos under his supervision? A good shepherd took care of his flock. He was entrusted with a great responsibility and he didn't take it lightly. Not only did he care for the citizens they rescued and saved, but he also cared a great deal for the men and women under his watch.
Finally able to relax in his favorite chair in front of the flat screen TV, his partner began rubbing his tensed shoulders working out the kinks and knots. All the back and forth, up and down movements were worth it as he watched the muted news channel recapping today's events. He smirked at the news footage of a disgruntled Eric Ward being led out of his house with handcuffs on. Unfortunately, there were no other similar videos of Rogers and Joseph; the other two men were smart enough to turn themselves in to avoid public embarrassment. The evidence to incriminate all three of them was piled high on the District Attorney's desk. The public was outraged, feminists groups calling for their heads on a platter with this latest news. Light was finally shined on their wicked darkness. Victims of past assaults came forward and spoke against them, further incriminating them. Their goose was cooked and there was nothing they could do about it.
"You're a good man, Cy," James' loving voice broke him out of his reverie.
Cyrus smiled at the pride evident in his baby's voice. "You bring out the best in me, James." It was the truth, he brought warm into his otherwise cold and sterile life.
Fitz didn't normally use the bedroom that his mother once occupied, tonight was an exception since he pretty much thrashed his room earlier in the day. As soon as he got home he changed the sheets on the bed before brushing the floor with a broom. Besides the light dust that coated the surfaces of the furniture the room was always clean. He made a habit of cleaning it every so often.
With a flick of the wrist he stopped the faucet from pouring more water into the oversize bathtub. He got up from off his knees and moved to the bedroom.
"Livvie, your bath is ready." Said Fitz. The first thing she requested when they got home was a bath. She was patiently waiting for it while he did some light cleaning.
"Thank you."
Before she was fully on her feet Fitz' hand was there to stabilized her. He led her wordlessly to the bathroom where the sweet scent of vanilla bath soap permeated the air. All day Fitz marveled at her strength as she did what she had to do to put away her assaulter. Now, it was his turn to be her pillar of strength and take care of her – to treat her with the outmost tender love and care.
"Do you want me to go?" Fitz asked, when he saw her beginning to strip down from her clothes. Olivia shook her head no.
"Stay with me, please…" she almost begged.
Fitz nodded and began fidgeting with his hands. He didn't know why he was so nervous seeing the woman he loved get naked. For some odd reason he felt like he was violating her body by watching her undress, so he lowered his gaze to his fidgety hands.
Olivia seemed to have sensed his inhibition and walked right up to him. He felt her petite hand on his chin forcing him to look her in the eyes and he obliged.
"You promise me no pity eyes," he can see the tears welling in her eyes as she spoke. "It was your love that fought me out of my unconscious, it's because of you that I even want to live right now." Olivia said honestly. "So, if you're going to look at me like I'm broken or not look at me because I'm tainted, then what is the point of me being here, Fitz? You need me to be strong and I need you to be strong too. If you give up on me, on us, then I don't know what I'm supposed to do…" Her last word trailed as the tears began falling from her eyes. She needed Fitz to look at her with the same fire and desire in his eyes. It hurt her so much that he couldn't even bring himself to look at her.
"Livvie, I'm so sorry. I feel like I've failed you as a man, as your man. I'm supposed to be your protector but I wasn't there when you needed me. I never want to see you hurt and this right here," he flailed his hands in the air referring to the situation, before he continued, "it's shaking me to my very core. I want to be strong for you I really do but I'm lost, confused and angry. So… very angry," he became choked up. "Please give me time to process this and my feelings. I promise you baby, I will always love you and I'm not going anywhere. You're it for me. For the rest of my life I only want you." He spoke earnestly.
Hearing the conviction in his words Olivia tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on his lips. At first it was a simple touch of two lips, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened it. Initially he was hesitant but quickly obliged and allowed her tongue to seek entrance into his warm mouth. She needed physical reassurance that he still desired her… that he still wanted her.
She finally pulled apart when oxygen was indeed necessary. Looking up at him with sparkling eyes, she said, "Take a bath with me."
Fitz conceded by stripping out of his sweatpants and hoodie with newfound ease. Before they had left the hospital he had asked Olivia's doctor to exam his shoulder. His frustrations grew increasingly by the limited mobility the sling afforded. The doctor told him it wouldn't affect his progress but he still needed to be careful and not to lift anything over ten pounds with his left arm. He promised that he would heed her instructions and was grateful when she gave him the go ahead to remove the sling.
Bringing himself back into the moment Fitz watched as Olivia's naked body sunk into the sudsy water, her beautiful mocha skin contrasting against the white suds. He quickly rid himself of his boxer brief before slowly easing himself into the oversize tub, sitting behind her. He grabbed the washcloth that was hanging at the size of the tub and began rubbing her neck and back with it. He kissed at every bruise he met along the way. Then out of the blue he began singing Hozier's My Love Will Never Die.
Honey please
Try to love me
Honey please
Honey try
My love will never die
Flowers
Flowers grow
Where I'm laid
To rest
Honey pick
A blossom
And hold it
Hold it
To your breast
Honey you know
That's my love
Bursting loud
From inside
My love
Oh my love my love
Will never die
Livvie, my love will never die. Livvie, my love will never die…
He sang the last part over and over, reinforcing his earlier comment that she was it for him, for the rest of his life…
Later that night when they had finished their bath they burrowed their bodies into the soft mattress, holding onto each other.
"Are you asleep?" Fitz asked softly.
"No," Olivia whispered.
"Can't sleep?"
"Not that I can't… It's just when I do I dream that he actually…r…rapes… me."
Fitz sighed and held her tighter. "Do you think you should go see a therapist? A professional that you can talk to." He suggested.
"I don't know… maybe. I'm going to be fine. I just need time that's all."
"Ok, sweetheart." Fitz kissed the back of her head. He began singing again and it was his baritone voice that lulled her to sleep.
Three Days Later
Fitz was awoken by Olivia's loud screams.
"Let go of me! Let go of me! Stop! Stop!" Her body twisting and turning, flailing arms hitting him in the face.
"Olivia, Liv, Livvie, wake up." Fitz tried to shake her out of her nightmare. This has been their reality since the incident. She claimed that she was fine but Fitz knew that as the days went by the impact of what happened weighed heavily on her psych. The subject of going to therapy was revisited but she declined each and every time. Fitz didn't want to pressure her into going but at the same time he believed that it would help if she did.
She bolted upwards snapping out of her sleep.
"What? What!" she looked around wildly, her skin glistening with sweat.
"You were having another nightmare." Fitz told her calmly. "Are you ok?" He asked quickly, when he saw her face took on an even more terrified look.
Olivia quickly shook her head no and covered her face with her hands. She was so devastatingly embarrassed when she registered that the wetness on her lower half was more than sweat.
Fitz moved closer to her and stopped when he came into contact with the wetness; he immediately knew what had happened.
"It's ok, Livvie," he said, moving closer.
"No it's not," she sobbed. "I peed myself." Her sobs grew louder. Mortification in addition to all of the other emotions coursed through her body tenfold.
Fitz moved closer until both of his arms were wrapped around her shoulders. He purposely determined that he was going to love her through it all just like she did when he injured his shoulder and continued to do. Unconditional loving…
Five minutes later a shamed faced Olivia exited Fitz' embrace and made her way to the bathroom while Fitz gathered the sheets from off the bed. She tried to do it but he told her that it was no problem. He carried the sheets to the laundry room and threw them in the washing machine along with some laundry soap and fabric softener before beginning the wash cycle. He then returned to the room and opened up the lone window, letting in the spring breeze and sliver of sunlight. When he was finished Olivia came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a simple white towel.
"Fitz, I think I should go back to my apartment. Me being here is just too much to ask of you." She said, standing in the middle of the floor looking extremely vulnerable.
Moving away from the window Fitz came to stand in front of her. With knitted eyebrows caused by frustrations he shook his head in disagreement. "You being here is not too much. I assure you it's not."
Olivia knew he would've said that and she hated herself for what she was about to say next. "I just need some time and space. I need to figure out how I'm going to move forward from this. I have to work this out on my own," she finally concluded. All of her life ever since she was ten she had to work out her problems by herself.
"But you don't have to. We have each other to rely on," Fitz told her softly.
She hated the way his voice broke when she suggested that she wanted space. "I know, but I just need to be alone right now. I'm sorry, Fitz."
"Livvie, don't do this." Fitz begged. He could only imagine how much worst things could get if she returned to a living space by herself. Who was going to wake her up from her nightmares? Who was going to protect her? Putting aside pride he continued his begging, "Please don't go, we'll get through this together. If you need space, I'll move to another room and give you space. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it. But, please don't leave…"
The sincere plea in his voice and the pain that marred his face was enough to make her reconsider her decision to return to her apartment. She was conflicted between wanting to draw her strength from him and sticking to what she knew. Maybe I can have it both ways, she thought. Maybe I can draw strength from him and also from within.
He stared at her expectantly for several seconds before she said, "I'm going to stay." He breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her to his chest. They stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for close to a minute when Fitz said, "You're really short, short stuff." He teased when her head barely reached his chest.
"Oh shut up!" She quipped, slapping his arm.
"Ouch!" Fitz feigned to be hurt.
"You're a wimp, Mr. Grant."
"Your wimp…" he sing sang.
They exhaled in unison. "I love you so… much. You know that right?" Fitz breathed against her hair.
"Yea, I do."
"Because of my love for you, I always want the best for you." He paused for a few seconds before he continued, "Livvie, it's time for therapy."
A/N: Hope this chapter was enjoyable. Quite a few things happened. Eric and crew got theirs. I promise you that that this will be the last of them. We move forward now, onto the healing process of Olivia. BTW I'm thoroughly enjoying this version of Cyrus. He's a Bulldog with a kind heart. He really played a huge part in bringing justice. Harrison is awake, finally… Thanks to Olivia's loud sobs LOL.
Oh my Olivia…. she's having such a hard time but Fitz is there step by step. It literally breaks my heart when I realize that they're all each other have, besides the firehouse crew.
What are your thoughts? Any highlights? Let me know by leaving a review. Thank you so much for reading I appreciate it.
It's about time I pay my other stories some attention. Oops... Hehe.
Until next time,
XOXO
