Olivia

by MistressMacha

A figure from Olivia's childhood catches up with her 24 years later, and forces her to examine both her history and her relationship with Elliot. Some E/O later but it's not the focus of the story - it's more about Olivia herself.

2. Chapter 2

September 1982

Olivia lay on her side, curled up under her duvet with the bear her best friend's mother had given her. She wanted to sleep, but her mother had a 'friend' over again, and she didn't trust him. Maybe trust was the wrong word. If you know from bitter experience what someone can, and has done, then the whole idea of trust doesn't even begin to cover it.

She froze as she heard footsteps outside and the creak of her door opening. Olivia pretended to be asleep as the sliver of light from the hallway fell across her face. She held her breath as the footsteps crossed her room and she felt his weight as he sat down on her bed.

'Your slut mother's passed out again,' he told her matter-of-factly. She felt him put his hand on her leg and slide it upwards, and involuntarily tensed. There was a dry chuckle. 'I knew you were awake, Princess,' he said. 'Always playing hard to get...' She ignored him and pretended to sleep, but suddenly he was on her and pinning her wrists to the mattress. He leaned in and she shrank away as he breathed into her ear. 'You're a lovely girl, Princess... even sweeter than your mother.' He leaned over her face, and she could smell the vodka on his breath. 'Bite me, bitch, and I'll kill you.'

He kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue through her teeth. Olivia clenched her fists and tried not to retch, pretending she was somewhere else until it was over.

A/N: Just a short one today but I'll update again tomorrow with Chapter 3!