She really didn't or couldn't feel like answering the door and by the number of knocks, this person wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. All day long she'd gotten visits from Amanda, Fin, and Nick. She just wanted to be left alone. She wanted to rest and put those horrible memories as far back in her mind as she could. As the flashbacks flood into her mind, Lowell Harris also started to invade those thoughts, too. She couldn't even sleep at night for fear of nightmares that she could never wake from. She constantly wonders what she did so badly to deserve this hell she called a life. She'd given her life up to protect and help people and in return, she gets raped.

Getting annoyed with the constant knocks that have now turned into bangs; she pulled herself from the toilet. She groaned feeling another wave of sickness and nauseas plague over her body. She tried to walk, but grabbed the sink for leverage when she realized that her dizziness was going to make that near the past few days, her body's been overcome with this constant sick feeling. Being the skeptic that she is, she blames it on a stomach bug. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself from the sink and gathered up enough strength to make it to the door. She unlatched the chain and pulled the door toward her.

"Hey Liv," He greeted staring back into her empty eyes.

She sighed. "Hi," She allowed.

"Liv, do you think we could talk?"

She shook her head wanting so much to just close the door and lie down. "Now's not a good time," She told him.

"Please?"

She shook her head once more. "I don't feel up to talking."

"It's just...we haven't talked since the break up and-"

She put her hand up to stop whatever he was planning on saying next. It probably wouldn't be worth much to her anyway. "Brian, I'm tired, I don't feel well, and my body is aching. I really don't want to talk about whatever it is you came here to talk about so-"

"You talk to Amaro," He said in more of a statement than a question.

She frowned a little. "I talked to Fin and Amanda, too."

"But, you still talked to Amaro." He leaned against the doorframe. "Right?"

"Don't start Brian."

"I'll take that as a yes." He squinted at her. "You'll talk to him and them but not me, is that it?"

She furrowed her eyebrow. "Where the hell is this coming from Brian?"

"I'm not stupid Liv, you're talking to him, but you won't talk to me. What kind of shit is that?"

She couldn't believe he was getting into this with her right now and she wasn't in the mood. She hated to admit it, but she was raped, and all he can sit here and worry about is who she talks to. She hated when he got jealous like this, especially when she talked to another man that wasn't him. He didn't seem like the jealous type when they first started dating 7 months ago, but, I guess you never really know people as well as you think.

"What is your problem? I talked to him, so fucking what, you're not my keeper and you damn sure don't get to interrogate me on who I talk to."

He wanted to just push by her and walk into her apartment, but he knew that would probably get him a knee to the balls. "All I'm saying is that I'm your boyfriend, that's what I'm here for. You don't need to talk to him or anyone else for that matter."

"Grow the hell up Brian. Oh, and you were my boyfriend but as of now, you're just a trespasser who's making my life worse than what it is now."

He shut his eyes for a moment as he realized what he just said. "Dammit Liv, I'm so sorry, I really am."

"Leave me alone, Brian."

He took a step forward. "Liv, please?"

"Goodbye Brian."

He nodded sadly. "Ok, I'll uh, see you later then." He stared at her for a moment. "Love you," He muttered.

Feeling hot tears form in her eyes, she shut the door without any response or closure. She wanted to cry so badly but her body was too tired and hurt to let any tears fall. She'd lost all emotion and feeling for Brian since the incident. It didn't seem right to tell him something that wasn't true. After what happened to her, she wasn't sure she'd ever love anyone again and she wasn't getting any younger. Just as she made her way to the couch to lie back down, another wave of nausea overcame her body. Cradling her mouth to avoid vomit on the floor, that she would not make much an effort to get up, she bolted toward the bathroom and basically fell in front of the toilet to empty whatever contents were in her stomach.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She slurred pulling herself up from the toilet.