Olivia couldn't wait to get home, get out of her work clothes and go party. Holiday season in the hair industry was the busiest time of the year, and they were they days that ran her down to the ground. Non stop flow of clients from the minute she went in early till she left late at night. She loved her job, 100%, and she wouldn't trade it for the world. Her salon friends were the first friends she made when she came to live in Chicago, and they welcomed her with open arms, became her family. And then she met Jay, who quickly became the most important person in her life. He never once made her feel hesitant or afraid to be herself, her new self, her better self.

She opened the door to a dark house and mentally cursed Jay for not leaving any lights on in the house when he left this morning. She absolutely hated coming home to a dark house, and Jay knew it. He was usually pretty good about leaving the lights on. She dropped her bag on the dinning room table, kicked off her shoes, went into the kitchen and turned on the lights. Something felt off, she had that feeling when you know something isn't right but you can't put your finger on it. Chalking it up to paranoia, she headed upstairs to shower and get ready.

She turned on the lights in her bedroom and looked around. Her bed had looked like someone had laid on top of it and rolled around. Not the crisp way she had left it that morning. Something wasn't right and it nagged at her a little bit more. Her skin prickled and she went to grab her spare cell phone off the bed stand to call Jay. The floor in the hallway creaked. It only creaked when you came up from the stairs and stepped onto it.

"Jay?" She called out, "Jay, is that you?"

She got no answer. Against her better judgement and the voice in her head telling her not to, she walked to the doorway.

"Jay?" She called again.

She stepped into the hallway and became frozen with fear on the spot. He was never suppose to get out of jail, he was never suppose to be able to find her. She would've gotten a call, or a letter or something, that's what they told her.

"Hello Ainsely."

She swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat.

"You're... you're not real. This is all in my head."

"Oh no baby, I'm real."

"You can't be here."

He laughed.

"And yet, here I am."

Olivia quickly walked back into her room to grab her phone, and he followed right behind her. she didn't have enough time to call anyone so she put it on recording mode.

"How'd you find?"

She was terrified.

"Oh Ainsley, did you really think I'd believe an 'accidental car accident' killed you? No, no you'll die by my hands."

"Don't come any closer or I'll-"

"You'll what, sweetheart, call your boyfriend, the cop? He's not coming for you baby." He sneered.

"He will, and his whole team."

He laughed and stepped closer.

"He can't find you from the bottom of the river. No one's ever gonna find him, and they'll never find you."

"You're... you're lying."

"You really think I'd let another man touch you, take you to bed? YOU FUCKING WHORE." He yelled.

He reached out and slapped her hard across the face. It had caught her off guard and she hit the floor with a hard thud. He threw pictures on the bed and bent down over her, wrapping his hands tightly around her neck.

"YOU GOT HIM KILLED AINSLEY, YOU GOT HIM CHOPPED INTO LITTLE TINY FUCKING PIECES, TO FISH FOOD! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!"

She struggled against him, trying to fight him off but he squeezed harder. She got enough leverage to knee him in the balls. He keeled over to the side, letting go of her neck. She struggled to catch her breath and stand up but her vision was spotty. She wobbled out of the room and towards the stairs. She went to step down onto the stairs when he tackled her, sending them both flying down the flight of stairs and onto the hardwood floor. He stood quicker on her and he kicked her in the ribs before he picked her up and threw her through the glass coffee table.

"You should know better than to fight back."

"Fuck you Steven."

He took all the frames on the window sill and threw them on the floor. He walked back over and lifted her up by her neck.

"You thought you could move on, start a new life?"

He tossed her down the short flight of stairs into the kitchen onto the tile floor. She yelled out in pain before wobbling to her feet and he laughed at her.

"Look what you've done to our home Ainsley. You've tainted it. You brought another man into my home."

"It's not your home!"

He hit her again and she fell back to the floor.

"Then we'll just have to find a new one."

He grabbed her legs and tried to drag her to the door. She tried kicking him off, clawing, grabbing at anything she could. Screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs for help. Steven kicked her in the ribs again and it sent all the air out of her lungs. He sucker punched her right to the center of her face and knocked her out cold.

She laid there unconscious and he destroyed her home. Bashed every mirror, broke anything in his sight. Tore up her pictures that she had with Jay. And when he was satisfied with the destruction, he carried her limp body out to the car and put her in the trunk, walked back up to the front door, pulled it shut and drove off.