Thank you for continuing my story, I love for you all to leave comments. Your thoughts are my priority. Tell me what you think should happen in this story. I'm not all about the lovey dovey type stuff. "Oh Eliot I love you." Heck no. Olivia wouldn't just say that. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.
"Talk to her dad." Kathleen said while putting the dishes away.
He sighed " I've tried Kathleen, she doesn't want to hear it."
"Noah told me that's she's constantly in her room." Shes sad that's what Liv always does when she's sad. She hides.
"There's nothing I can do Kathleen."
"Bullshit!" Kathleen's eyes turned to fire. "Your just scared, scared of what she has to say to you."
Leaning his elbows on the table, his head falls into his hands. " your right, I've hurt her to many times. I just lost my wife kath, I have bigger things to worry about."
The sheer audacity this man had to say that. Almost like he's completely numb to other peoples feelings. he doesn't care about her anymore. Those three little words had no truth behind them. "Fine" she's given up hope on him. He's stubborn and unwilling.
Walking over towards him she kissed the top of his head before she moved to walked out of the door.
He's left alone now, in his own thoughts. His wife just died, he's alone. Olivias the only person that makes him sane admist the fog in his brain. The only woman he can truly rely on. The only woman he needs at this moment.
"You need to move on." Ayanna's voice filled his head. He needs to move on. Gathering his phone, keys and wallet. He left his hotel in search for a saving grace.
He wasn't thinking when he drove, unknowing of where his car would lead him. Suddenly he turned off the ignition. Here he is, at the one persons place. Who knows what grief feels like, how painful and all consuming it can be. Angela Wheatley, her son had passed not to long ago. Shot in the head, her only living baby.
His fist urgently knocked on her door wanting to be let in. Her tiny footsteps draw closer to the door as she opened it revealing her face.
"Eliot?" She asked in question. She knows why he's here. He comes when it's all to much, all to consuming. She opening the door awaiting for his entrance.
"A-Angela I don't." He couldn't think, his mind is in a spiral. Walking past her, she closed the door. He watched her as she stepped closer towards him. Her small hands fell to his biceps, pushing him back, she guided him to her couch.
They sat so close to each other, there knees brushing at the slightest movement. Suddenly her hand fell to his thigh, she rubbed the muscle beneath it. "What's wrong Eliot?" Her voice was so calming, it brought him back to the ground.
"She's all I see."
"I know it's hard Eliot, Kathy was your wife, the love of your life." She knew that there was more meaning behind his words, but chose not to push.
He turned to her, there eyes locked. The pain in his eyes made her heart break. She's seen it, she knows how it feels. No words are needed when he leans into her. His soft lips capture hers in a searing kiss. He dominate, hard to keep pace.
Suddenly he pulls away, simply staring into her brown eyes while caressing her cheek. "Use me Eliot." She said to him making him pause his ministrations.
Her hand moved to his chest touching and exploring him. "Use me." She breathed to him as she took his bottom lip into her mouth.
He's hurting, all he needs is her. " I need you." His eyes never left her brown ones.
"Then have me" she replied in response, his big hands grabbed the hem of her shirt. Quickly sliding it off her arms. Fisting the thin cotton of his tie she released from its confines. Throwing it behind him.
Things escalated quickly, his shirt was fully off as her hands began to glide down his strong, rippling muscles.
"I need your help Olivia." Kathleen said in distress to her.
"What can I help you with Kathleen." Her voice sounded sad, broken down. Like every last part of her body he took. No matter what happens to her Olivia will always be there for you.
"We want him to hear our voices, we want to try the intervention again." The facial expression Olivia displayed was one to be framed.
"Didn't do to well last time, he practically bolted from the room." She said in defense. She honestly doesn't want to do this.
"I know that Liv, this time dicky said he will block the door. He needs help, professional help. He's scaring Eli and everyone else. It's unlivable." Olivias hand fell to hers once more.
"Ok we will give it one last try kath. If it doesn't work then I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. It's up to him to decide if he wants help or not."
She's completely right, years in collage showed her that's she's completely right. "I'll try to talk to him into getting help." Kathleen said.
" honey that's not how it works, once again he has to decide for himself." Recently she found out that Kathleen is majoring in therapy. She has a big heart, always finds the good.
"One last try Liv." She watches as Olivia nodded her head in agreement.
Her thin body moves on top of his one, straddling his thighs. "Fuck" he breathed out into her mouth. Tugging the back of her head he exposed her neck. Sucking in every price of skin he could find.
Her slim body moved on top of his own, rocking against his lower half. His meaty fingers dug into the lace of her underwear in efforts to drag them off.
"Ring" his phone echoed through the room. "Don't answer." She mumbled into his neck, as her tongue traced his veins. Finally he snapped out of his daze. Grabbing her hips he lifted her off himself.
"Stabler." He announced
"Hey dad, I need you back home." Kathleen's voiced pieced through the phone. Panic racked through his body.
"What did something happen." Quickly grabbing his shirt, he buttoned it up. Tucking it back into his pants where he secured it with a belt.
"No dad it's nothing like that j- just please come home."
"I'll be right there." He hung up his phone as he searched for his keys. "This was a mistake." He mumbled out to her.
"Eliot please." Looking around the room, her eyes followed his movements. He didn't seem to register her words, the next thing she knew. He was out the door.
Thank you for reading. Next chapter will be about the second intervention. It will be filled with drama. I listen to "I know I'm not the only one" by Sam smith. BETRAYAL
