Chapter 8- Realizations

It had been three months since Olivia had woken up. The Doctor was just in to confirm that she would be discharged tomorrow. She couldn't have been more thrilled. She swore to herself that if she didn't get out of this 'fucking hellhole' she would eat her gun.

It had been a painful three months. She had physical therapy twice a day, and it was torture. The first few weeks she would tell the staff to cut off her limbs to save herself from the pain. Thank God those days were over.

She wished that physical therapy was the hardest, but it wasn't. It was the emotional therapy that hurt the most. Especially when she had to remember that awful day. She remembered when she asked one of the nurses if she had been raped. The nurse told her there was no evidence, but that didn't mean that it didn't happen. For the first few weeks she did not remember a lot about that night. However it was when Elliot was telling her how scared he was for her that night she remembered. She remembered having to strip. She remembered getting hit repeatedly, and then she remembered being scared, real scared. He went into the bathroom and told her that when he got out, He was going to 'have you like know one has ever had you before, I hope you like it rough Olivia, Lord knows I do.' She cried for Elliot. After that her memory was a little fuzzy, but the next thing she remembered was Elliot holding her in his arms and telling her that she was going to be ok.

Her mind wondered at the mere thought of Elliot. He had been her rock for the past 3 months…no the past 8 years. He visited her everyday she was in the hospital. Snook her in snacks, mostly chocolate and coffee. There was something different about Elliot. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it.

She loved spending time with him. It was her favorite part of the day when he came to visit. They would play cards and just talk. They talked and talked about nothing in particular. It was like they were this old married couple. Except he had a wife. She frowned when she thought about that. Elliot had been so good to her, and affectionate. If she wasn't in love with him before, she definitely was now.

He had started kissing her. Her lips tingled just thinking about it. The first time he kissed her was about three weeks after she woke up. They were talking about that night, and he was overcome with guilt. He began to cry and kept apologizing repeatedly, for letting her down, not being there for her. She looked him in the eyes and hugged him. She told him that he did save her, and that there was no need for apologies. He pulled away from her embrace and looked into her loving brown eyes and moved his head closer and closer to hers, there lips were centimeters apart, she could feel his warm breath on her face, he leaned in slowly until his lips were touching hers. He opened his mouth and tasted her for the first time. He moaned into her mouth, she tasted like sweet candy. It was the best kiss he had ever had, and only lasted a minute.

The next time he kissed her was a couple days later. They were sitting on her bed playing cards when he just leaned over and kissed her. She was so surprised her eyes almost popped out of her head. It lasted longer then their first kiss, but still no tongue involved.

"What was that for?" She asked him.

"I love you. You know that right?" He said bluntly.

She looked at him, his adorable face, "Yeah I know." She said with a smile, and they continued to play cards.

"How'd you know?"

"That night. I heard you say it," She looked up at him and smiled, "It was those words that kept me hanging on El."

It was like there love for each other was understood. It felt so normal, so matter-of-factly. Sometimes though, when she would think long and hard about it, it seemed so weird. There whole partnership had been weird. They were too close, but not close enough. The kissing thing was new, she liked it, but he was married!

He never mentioned Kathy, and you could be sure to be sure that she wasn't bringing it up. She did wonder though. She was beginning to feel guilty, on so many levels. The whole partner thing was one thing, but being a home wrecker was a totally different story.

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"Lizzy! Get down here now!" Kathy screamed at her daughter.

"No! I hate you! Leave me alone you stupid BITCH!" She screamed back.

"What did you just say to me young lady?! You will get down here now!" Kathy's face was as red as could be. She was furious with youngest daughter.

Lizzy walked down the stairs very slowly. Her hair was a mess and her face was just as red as Kathy's.

"I want an apology now." Kathy told her.

"No."

Kathy let out a big sigh, "I don't understand what is wrong with this family! This is my family! I am your mother! Remember that Elizabeth! Me! Not Olivia. She is not your mother!" Her temper was flaring.

"I never said she was my mother! I said I WISH she was my mother!"

"You are the most ungrateful girl I have ever, ever met!"

"Yeah? Well you're a psycho, and mean! What you are doing to Dad is just cruel! You have been cheating on Dad since before you guys were married, yet you won't give Dad a divorce? You don't love him! You never will! All you care about is yourself!" Lizzy screamed as she stormed out of the house slamming the door hard behind her.

Kathy was in shock. Not one of her children had ever spoken to her like that before. Not one of her children had ever brought up her extramarital affairs before either. Lizzy had caught her mother in bed with another man two months ago. Dickie caught her the previous year. Kathleen had caught her on too many times to count, same with Maureen.

Her children never said anything because they thought it would crush there Dad. They couldn't do that to him. However since Olivia almost died they all saw how true, how genuine his love for her was. Elliot told Kathy that there marriage was over. He told her flat out that he was in love with Olivia, and no matter how much he tried not to be, he just couldn't help it. She was his soul mate, time to stop pretending. Life was too short.

Kathy was being a rotten bitch throughout the whole thing. She didn't want Elliot to leave her, yet she knew he did not love her and she had been cheating him throughout there marriage. So why was Kathy being such a bitch? I'll tell you. Elliot was in love, he was in love, love. That was the difference. All those men that Kathy slept with, she didn't love them, and yet more importantly they didn't love her back. Elliot and Olivia, well, they were actually in love with each other. That hurt Kathy like no other. In return she wanted to hurt Elliot.