Pieces Chapter 4
A/N: The song belongs to Edwin McCain. It's called "I'll Be"
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Olivia's P.O.V.
I woke up to hear the water running in the bathroom. With a grin, I got out of bed and padded my way to the bathroom hoping I could catch Alex in the shower to join her. Opening the bathroom door, my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I looked over toward the sink where my precious Alexandra stood. Cocking my head to the side, I quickly realized what was happening; she was crying.
I raced over to her and wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close to me. She turned in our embrace and sobbed in to my chest. "Oh God, Olivia! Why? She was so young!" Alex cried. I hugged her closer, resting my chin on her head, "I don't know, babygirl. I'd do anything to bring her back but it's impossible."
We stood there crying and questioned God(or whoever/whatever you believe in) for taking her away from us. For about 15 minutes, we stood there crying until we couldn't cry anymore. Alexandra lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me, "J'ai un mal de tete affreux." I have an awful headache.
Offering her a small smile, I gently scopped her tired body into my strong arms. I murmured into her long blonde hair, "J'ai votre affaire." I have just the thing for you. Carrying her into our bedroom, I gently laid her down on the bed. I covered her up and laid down beside her. I gathered her in to my arms as to spoon her body. As I spooned her, I gently laid my head on hers. I began to whisper-sing "our" song to her to lull her to sleep.
I'll Be-Edwin McCain
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive--not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.
And I've dropped out, I've burned up, you fought your way back from the dead.-(replaced 2 words "you, and "your" to fit the WPP part)-
I've tuned in, turned out, remembered the things that you said.
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your...
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
The greatest fan of your life.
...greatest fan of your life.
I knew you were asleep; I felt your deep, even breaths against my warm body. When I ended the song, I kissed the back of your head. Voicing my love, I breathed, "I love you, Al. We'll get through this; I know we will. We have to..." Soon tears were flowing down my face freely, but I let them fall. I can't keep all of this emotion building up inside me.
If too much builds up, I could figratively blow up. I could emotionally hurt you, Alex. I love you more than anyone I've ever known. I'd give my life for you. I just don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, babygirl. I'd die before I hurt you.
I laid here and watched you sleep, babygirl. You looked so troubled; so afraid. I watched you closely, making sure you didn't cry. I hate when you cry; it tears me up inside. About an hour after you feel asleep you started whimpering helplessly. I pulled you closer to my body, holding you as close as I could to drive your unconscience demons away from your nightmare.
You continued to whimper, but you started to kick and fling your arms; trying to fight someone in your dreams or nightmare. When I pulled you closer you begun to fight harder. You kicked so hard the blanket fell to the ground. "Wake up, babygirl. Shhh, it's me, honey. It's Olivia," I whispered into your ear.
I kissed the side of your head lovingly. "Wake up, honey," I said a little louder this time. You woke up with tracks of tears running down your face, loudly screaming, "Help me, Olivia!" I felt so sorry for you; to see you hurting on the inside.
You turned to me and flung yourself into my arms, loudly sobbing into my shoulder. I rocked your body back and forth whispering words of encouragement into her ears while softly running my hand through your long blonde hair. "Shh, babygirl. What's wrong? What was your dream about, honey?"
It took you some time to calm down, but you shrugged out of my embrace. "Oh, god, Olivia! It w-was h-horrible!" you stammered in a scared voice. "Why was it horrible, baby?" I encouraged her softly.
"He wouldn't get off me. H-he w-wouldn't stop! He forced h-himself inside...Oh, god! I called out for you when it was happening but I remembered you were not there. I cried w-while h-he...I cried out for you. Every time I said y-your n-name h-he would s-slap m-me hard. I couldn't see his face; he was wearing a mask. But I recognized his voice, Olivia. It was Richard White. He hurt you through hurting me. I love you so much, Livvie!" you cried out.
By the time you were finished I was crying histerically. I looked at you with a look of horror on my face. "How dare he do that to you! That-that BASTARD! I'll fucking KILL him!" I growled passionately. I brought my knees up to my chin and wrapped my arms around my legs. I began to rock back and forth while crying into my arms. I cried so hard I thought I was going to have a headache from it for at least a couple of days.
"Liv, are you OK? I'll call George," I heard you say after a minute or two. I felt a dip in the bed and then I no longer felt your presence in the room. About five minutes later you came back in to find me in the same position. "Hey, Livia. George will be here in about ten minutes, baby." I heard you confirm.
True to his word, George showed up ten mintues later. He had his doctor's medical bag with him. I knew what was going to happen; I've seen it with overwhelmed victims. He was going to give me a sedative shot. He sat on the bed beside me after he asked Alex to leave the room.
He placed his hand on my arm; trying to comfort me. Like that is going to help.
"Olivia. Tell me what's wrong, sweetie" he encouraged me softly. We've gotten to know each other a little bit since Alex was in Witness Protection. I had appointments at least three times a month with him because of the situation. He knows how much I love you; that I'd do anything for you. He knows how broken inside I was; I am.
"It hurts," I replied weakly.
"Is it what Alex just told you?"
I nodded with my face still buried in my arms. Still rocking back and forth, I asked, "She told you?"
"Yes, Olivia. She wants me to help you. We both want to see you get through this," he replied.
"I-I couldn't protect her. I failed her twice! I-I...I'm not good enough for her! I couldn't save her from that gun or that bastard!" I cried out histerically. I felt arms wrap around my body. I smelled Alex's perfume surround me.
You laid her head against mine and replied in a lovingly manner, "Olivia! You ARE good enough! Hell, I wonder if I'M good enough for YOU. Me getting shot wasn't your fault, baby. You saved my life whether you want to admit it or not. If you hadn't applied pressure to my bullet wound I would've lost too much blood and I wouldn't be here. As for White, he wasn't your fault. No one could have known, honey. Sweetie, you're everything to me and you always will be."
You lifted your head from mine and whispered something to George. "Olivia, I'm going to give you a sedative shot. You'll feel a little pinch from the needle then you'll go to sleep, OK?" George assured me. "George, I've had a sedative shot before. I know how it feels," I confirm his silent suspicions politely. "Ok, Olivia. Here it goes."
"I love you Al..." I whispered to the blonde.
I felt a small pinch before I felt and saw blackness. My whole body was numb within minutes. I love this feeling; all the broken pieces within you feels like they're melting into one solid piece, like you aren't broken anymore. I laid down in a fetal position and fell in to a deep, dark blackhole. I was so out of it I didn't even notice that Alex and George had left the room to leave me to rest.
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