Part 35
"I've told you already, I don't think it's a good idea!"
"I understand completely, but Fitz in less than a week I'm leaving for Vermont, and once I go I will not be coming back, therefore I must go and see him and make sure he's alright…"
"Liv, he tried to kill me- and now you want to go and make a social call? Are you hearing yourself right now?"
"I am, but I can't seem to shirk this feeling that something is wrong".
He's heard enough, and he will not entertain this ludicrous idea a second longer. "You say you trust Huck, right?"
"I do, but…"
"No buts Liv, if you trust Huck, then you must take him on his word that he has not killed your father…"
"But it's been days! 4 days to be exact! And yet, I've heard nothing- that's not like my father at all… Maybe Huck didn't kill him, but what if he had a heart attack or something else?"
"He's dangerous Liv!"
"I know, and I cannot forgive him for what he did, but he's the only family I've got- He's my father, and I can't leave here in good conscience not really knowing if he's dead or alive."
"Then call the police if you are that concerned".
"I can't do that, what if he is dead- they could chase it back to you and Huck!"
"Then tell me, how else do you expect to do this Liv? Because Eli wants me dead- If you turn up on his doorstop with me in tow- he won't let me get away again, I'm sure of it… And if you go with Huck, God only knows how he'll react. Therefore, I'm sorry but I can't risk it!"
"He won't hurt me…" She insists.
"Liv, the last time you saw him he threatened you; you said so yourself."
"True, I know I said that- but he was angry, he had only just found out about you and me and he caught me off guard- but I know the last thing he wants do to is hurt me… As screwed up as it may be, everything he has done so far has been to protect me."
"I don't like it Liv, we're too close to where we need to be, so I've got to put my foot down- Under no circumstance are you to go and find him, do you understand me?"
She sighs… "Yes, I understand".
"Promise me!"
"Fine…" She retorts.
He's not convinced. "Liv… Do I need to come round there?"
"No, you don't, and just so you know, I'm not some child that you need to police and dictate to…"
"Liv, I realise this is hard for you…"
Annoyed, she cuts him off mid-sentence... "Look never mind, I shouldn't have brought it up… I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that she hangs up the phone, before he gets a chance to say goodbye.
Abby walks out and looks at her sceptically- "Everything alright between you two?"
"Yes, just peachy," she replies sarcastically as she gets up from the couch.
"I was just about to make some Cocoa, shall I make you one?"
"I think I'll pass, besides I'll only bring it back up, come the morning…"
Abby gives her sympathetic look, "I'm sorry hunni".
"Hey, the joys of being pregnant- And on that note, I'm beat, so I'll see you in the morning."
"I take it you're not going to call Quinn back?"
"And have another round of lecturing… I don't think so…"
"She'll only save it up for tomorrow."
"Nite Abby".
She chuckles to herself. "Nite Liv".
2 hours later, Liv is still tossing and turning in bed, her troubled thoughts not allowing her to rest. Abby had hit the sac a good hour ago- which was an early night for her, and not a single peep heard from her since. Liv envied her; unlike her, Abby was a heavy sleeper. Admitting defeat, she sits up… Maybe she needed that hot cocoa after all, so she heads out into the kitchen. She takes the milk from the fridge and pours a mug full into a pan, heating it up at the stove. As she stirs it, she looks up at the clock; it was ten minutes past 10. It was a Thursday, the Dean Martin Show was on. Her life had become so crazy, she can't remember the last time she sat down and tuned in. In fact the last time she watched it, she was still living at home. Her dad would always claim it was a load of rubbish, but yet somehow he always ended up watching it with her.
Seriously, how could something so beautiful as falling in love, turn everything else upside down?
At 22, she should be living life, enjoying love, feeling free… Instead, she was having to look over her shoulder, run away and leave her old life behind. She loved Fitz with all her heart, that went without saying, but what she was having to give up just to be with him was starting to eat away at her. And she feels awful for thinking it, because she knows how much he is sacrificing too; they were in this together… However, just as he needed to tie up his affairs here in Washington, so did she; and in her case that would be the situation with her father. If only Fitz could try and understand? She couldn't possibly leave, not without knowing he was okay.
She looks up at the time again, if all is well, he'll still be up, she thinks to herself.
She turns off the stove; decision made. Fitz was not going to like it, but for her own peace of mind, she had to know either way. She was positive she had nothing to fear; her father was many things, but underneath it all she knew his love for her was unchanging. So, taking a step out on faith and trusting her instincts she quickly gets dressed and slips out the flat, without Abby's knowledge.
If she walks fast enough she'll be there in 20 minutes.
