Chapter 3
This wasn't her first time visiting a prison. She'd been plenty of times due to the types of messy individuals she'd dealt with throughout her career but this time, she just felt overly anxious, mainly because of how awkward she felt around her mother. Despite the fact that Maya Lewis had given birth to her, Olivia just didn't have a connection with her whatsoever, just memories from her childhood that were now unfortunately destroyed because of who her mother had turned out to be. She was honestly afraid of her in some way. She just couldn't grasp how someone she's supposed to love could turn out to be so corrupt and here she was in a prison looking to seek help from this woman to destroy her father. How on earth did her family get to this point?
She sat outside of her mothers cell waiting for her mother to make an appearance and she finally. Maya had a sinister smile across her face that Olivia despised as it reminded her of her father as he'd sport a similar on every time he succeeded on an evil deed or psychologically and emotionally hurting her.
Maya took her wooden chair and placed it in front of her continuing to stare Olivia dead in the face as she sat down. She slouched her back and clasped her hands together.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this a surprise. What brings you here today Livvie?"
She took a deep breath and answered her. "I need to talk to you. I'm here to talk about my father."
"Oh for the love of!" Maya whined as her eyes rolled to the back of head and her head fell back. "All right, fine, mama's listening."
"How did you do it?" Olivia whispered to her.
"What do you mean?"
"How did you beat him? You managed to escape to escape his clutches! You outsmarted him and I want to know how, I need to know how." Olivia exaggerated.
"Do you not see where you are? I didn't escape anyone, I'm living in a cell child!"
"That's not the point, you still managed to do so before. How?"
"This fantasy world you seem to live in isn't real baby so you need to come down from that cloud real quickly boo. Taking down your father? It's a suicide mission."
Maya's words made Olivia realise that she just wasn't taking this as seriously as she was. She didn't need negativity right now, what she needed was help and she clearly wasn't going to get that from her mother so she decided at that moment to leave and seek another way.
"I shouldn't have come here." She told her mother as she rose out of her seat and began to leave the cell.
Maya got up and started to speak. "Why don't you ask yourself why nobody else had tried to take down you father.
"Goodbye Mom."
Maya continued. "It's not due to lack of enemies, there are more than enough people around to hate that man. If only those people realised there actually was someone to hate, nobody even knows there is an enemy to be taken down, or that he exists."
Olivia turned back around looking totally puzzled. She left the prison cell without speaking another word to her mother.
Olivia reached home that night and spent it the way she usually did, alone, on her couch, with a tall glass of wine and large bowl of popcorn. She sat on her couch Native American style with her wine glass in her right hand and she tapped her fingers onto it in a specific rhythm.
This is usually what she'd do when she would be in deep thought. So much was running through her mind at that point; will dismantling B613 be possible, will anyone be killed in the process, how did she even get here, why were parents so messed up, where did things go wrong, were they ever normal, will she ever be normal, why couldn't they just love her.
A small fell from her right eye and she tried to remember the much more happy times from her childhood, one memory in particular was very prominent.
Washington, DC, Early September 30 years ago
"DADDY!" Olivia yelled from her bedroom with her pink stuffed rabbit tightly secure in her arm.
"Olivia? What's the matter honey, you should be asleep, it's your first day of pre-school tomorrow." Rowan told her as he entered her bedroom and sat at the end of her bed.
"I can't sleep." She answered.
"And why is that?"
"There's monster's in my closet, I saw them move and I'm scared." She whispered in fear that the "monsters" would hear her.
"Well, if I scare them away, will you promise to go to sleep?" He kindly asked her.
"Uhm..." Olivia pondered. The thing is, Olivia had never been scared of the monsters in her closet and her father knew she was lying. The fact that something else was bothering her was written all over her face.
"Livvie, are you sure it's the monsters in the closet that are not making you go to sleep? Is it something else." Rowan asked her moving her hair out of her face.
"I...I urm." She stuttered
"Go on, it's okay, you can tell me."
"I don't want to go to pre-school tomorrow. I'm scared about the bad people in the world and that they're gonna get me."
"Well Livvie, the thing about bad people in this world is that they may be bad but you'll never see them because they are good at hiding and keeping themselves in the shadows so that nobody will ever catch them. And that's a good thing."
"How?"
"Because, it keeps you alert and it forces you to not trust just anybody. Which is good because then you learn for yourself what people truly are. You'll understand more when you're a grown up but I promise you that there will be no bad people at pre-school tomorrow. So, are you going to go to sleep now? He said gently tucking her in.
With this, Olivia snapped out of her day dream and it hit her, she realised what she needed to do. "Of course, that's what she meant." She mumbled to herself referring to her mothers earlier words. She grabbed her phone which as sitting on her coffee table and dialled a number. "Hey, it's me...Yeah, I know it's late but I've got an idea...Meet me tomorrow at the CIA and bring those files, please." With that, she placed her phone in the pocket of her dressing gown and took herself to her bedroom.
A/N: Next chapter: Visit to the CIA and two original scenes by yours truly. (FINALLY!) Because I'm sure you were all bored of rehashed scenes from the episode.
