This chapter was inspired by the song H.A.T.E.U. by: Mariah Carey.

Enjoy!

~Maxine

Chapter 2 – Hate You

Olivia was walking around the house; it was so quiet once Jr went down for the night. She hated night time the most because she was alone with her thoughts. And lately all she thought about was Paul. It was stupid for her to continue thinking about him or missing him. He was more than likely NEVER coming back. She REALLY wanted to HATE him, but her heart wouldn't let her hate him. She still loved him; even though she tried not to, her pleas from her brain to her heart to not love him fell short.

She pulled her hands through her hair. She decided it was time for bed before she stayed up half the night wondering the floor of the house thinking about Paul way too much to function in her own body. She pulled on shorts and a tank top as she slid into bed and turned her lights out.

Paul watched with bated breath as she took a step towards him as her hand gripped the back of his neck as she pushed up on her toes and her lips crashed into his. Suddenly she pushed his back against the bathroom door.

Paul's hands slid down her curvy body and gripped her hips and jerked her against his body as his hand playfully grabbed both sides of her rear end and then slid down and grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her with ease as her legs wrapped around his waist. It was weird how she fit so perfectly around him and how he just seemed to fit perfectly in the junction between her thighs.

Soon Paul turned the tables and her back was smashed against the bathroom door. Somehow they'd made their way through the upstairs to Olivia's room; Paul sat down on the foot of her bed as she sat straddled on his lap. He'd pulled her shirt off over her head and it fluttered to the floor. "I thought girls didn't wear bras to bed?"

Olivia giggled as she blushed slightly. "I just hadn't taken mine off yet."

Paul's almost blackened eyes trailed down her beautiful body, running his fingertips down her flat stomach, his other hand running up and down her back, pressing her closer to him. "I can help you with that." When she brushed her black lace bra against his chest again, Paul let out a husky growl, gripping her hips to press her even closer to him, passionately kissing the breath right out of both of them. Paul was gentle though, feeling her soft hands kneading his shoulders and arms. "Olivia, you feel so damn good in my arms." He groaned, nipping at her neck playfully, teasingly, running his hands from her stomach and back to barely brush his thumbs against her lace covered nipples.

Livy moaned into his mouth and almost came unhinged when his thumbs lightly grazed the lacy material covered her breasts. Olivia pulled back feeling his soft lips kissing her neck and jaw. "Are you sure you really want to do this Olivia? We don't have to." His voice was nothing more than a whisper, though he spoke loud enough to where she could clearly hear him, his lips beginning to nip and kiss her collarbone, moving further down as a low groan escaped him.

His smooth tongue ran down further, pulling back enough to look in those deep indigo orbs, watching them slowly begin to cloud over with desire and lust. He could see she was fine with this and slowly began pulling one strap of her bra down her arm, leaving a trail of fire with his lips and tongue before doing the same thing to her other shoulder, driving both of them crazy. He finally unclasped her bra, but didn't let the material fall, loving how Olivia arched her body as her head tilted back, giving him complete control.

Paul could not believe how stunningly beautiful she looked in just her bra and shorts. She was just breathtaking all around and he couldn't stop devouring her with his eyes, licking his lips hungrily, seeing the evil smirk playing on her soft lips. "Are you..." He sighed against her finger when it pressed against his lips to quiet him from asking the same question again.

As they continued to kiss, she slowly pushed his sweats down his long legs with her feet. She could feel his finger through her black lace panties and thought she was going to completely lose it right then and there. She sucked in a breath, "Paul..." Then exhaled slowly.

The dream ran through her mind as if it all happened yesterday; only it was more like a nightmare. There wasn't a week that went by when she didn't dream of her and Paul's last few days together. The first and only time they'd made love; which was the same night they created their son.

"Hello Olivia." The deep familiar voice greeted her.

Olivia's eyes widened as she looked back at Mark Nauss. The same man who had 'won' her virginity from her mother. She tried to slam the door in his face but he put his boot covered foot in the door jamb and she couldn't over power him. He jammed his shoulder into the door and threw it open and stalked into the house.

"You need to leave now." Olivia stated firmly. "My boyfriend and brother will be back any time and if they see you here they will tear you apart." A white lie to save her life was okay, what he didn't now wouldn't hurt him.

"Yea, I'll hold my breath until they do. I think it's time for a little fun. I paid for something and never got it. Well, I've come to collect." Mark sneered towards Olivia.

"You're not collecting anything from me and if you do; it will be over my dead body." Olivia stated matter of factly.

"That can be arranged." Mark's voice was deep and menacing.

Olivia glared as she stepped closer to the kitchen counter, within a split second she grabbed a pot off the counter and threw it across the room as she turned and took off running out of the house. She needed to get to the tree line. She could find places to hide if she could get to the tree line, then she'd call Jared on her cell and he could phase and get Paul.

Olivia ran but she wasn't fast enough as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and take her down to the ground. Both of them hit the ground with a resounding oomph. "No! No! Get off of me!" Olivia tried to fight and push as hard as she could, but Mark just weighted too much and was way too strong. He straddled her waist and pinned her hands to the ground. Mark leaned over and crushed his lips to hers, but she bit him as hard as she possibly could.

Mark pulled back and gripped her hair and slammed it against the ground as she grabbed her head; he ripped open her button down long sleeve shirt revealing her red lace bra underneath. Mark pulled a knife out of a sheath his had strapped to his hip as he gently slid it down Olivia's chest. "This could cut through your skin like a hot knife through butter. Just give me what I came for and we can avoid a nasty mess."

All of a sudden, Mark was ripped off from on top of Olivia. Olivia rolled to her side as she held her head it was spinning in circles and it felt like it was spinning out of control. She felt extremely nausea; she probably had a mild concussion. She could hear ferocious growling, snapping, ripping and tearing. She could hear someone who sounded like Mark as he screamed out in agony. Olivia felt someone lift her from the ground as she saw the black spots behind her eyes and the darkness eventually slipped in as she blacked out.

The horrible things she'd experienced at the hands of Mark Nauss who was gone now and definitely forgotten. Apparently Mark hadn't told anyone he was going to La Push, so there was no search party to look for him. Clearly the pack weren't the only people who didn't care if he fell off the face of the earth.

Olivia held her head as she slowly sat up. "Mark Nauss, the man Hillary deemed the winner of my virginity. What happened to him?"

Sam's frown deepened. "Paul - Paul made sure he would never hurt you again. Paul's also disappeared. I'm not sure where he's gone. He's completely cut himself off from everyone in the pack. His guilt level is out of control. He killed that guy. We had to get rid of the body so no one would find him."

"What do you mean Paul disappeared? You guys are supposed to be able to see each other in your wolf form." Olivia felt herself becoming frantic.

Sam shook his head negatively. "Jared found you lying on the ground and he lifted you and brought you into the house while Paul tore into that guy. Jared immediately called me and when he went back out to check on Paul; he was already gone. Emily and I came back and when we got here Jared and Kim had been taking care of you. The pack went to Paul's and he wasn't there and they've scoured Forks, Port Angeles and even up at the Canadian border. He's nowhere to be found at this point." Sam stood up as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Try to get some rest. I'm sure he'll turn up."

Olivia couldn't imagine when she was going to see Paul next. She could only hope he came back soon. Olivia moved around as she sat next to the window that her bed sat under as she stared out into the trees. Silent tears slid down her cheeks and all she could think was 'Damn this wild heart of mine. What has it gotten me into now?'

The only part of her weekly dream that was worse to re-dream EVERY week other than Mark's attack on her, would've been Olivia waking up four days after the attack and finding out Paul was completely missing from her life, from the pack, from everything.

Olivia jerked up in bed. She leaned over and grabbed a tissue from her nightstand as she whipped the tears that had streaked her face in her sleep. Walking up fully crying was nothing new for her. She'd been doing it since Paul had disappeared. It started happening more often when she found out she was pregnant. She just couldn't fathom having a baby from the man she loved and him not being around. She knew eventually she would get over him. Even though she knew it wasn't going to happen any time soon.