Middle of Marionette. After Olivia's breakdown. Her pov.
My uncontrollable sobs won't stop. I am disgusted by everything that's going on and I feel like I might explode or go insane if I don't calm myself down soon. Before I do anything rash I try to pull myself together and throw on the clothes I had on earlier. I don't even look into the mirror before grabbing my keys and rushing out of my apartment.
Once I get into the car I realize driving may not work too well. I can't stop crying and it isn't making it easy to see. So I jump out, slam the door, and just run.
I don't know how much longer I can go for, but I just keep pushing my feet forward as fast as I can. I can't even remember the last time I went running, but I couldn't stand being in that house any longer and there is no where else for me to go.
I thought everything was going to be ok, but I was blind. I didn't see what happened here while I was away. Or maybe I just didn't want to see. The hints were everywhere. I mean, right before he came back over here with her I had told him that he belonged with me. So of course they would've gotten close when they came back. I just couldn't let myself think about that possibility. I pushed it as far away as I could, holding on to that little piece of hope that it wasn't true. I always push things away that I don't want to deal with, that I can't deal with. It's beginning to make things worse for me in the end, though.
Once he told me that they had slept together all the hope I had got crushed. I almost wish he wouldn't have told me. I just wanted to move past what happened over the past few weeks, but there's no way that's going to happen. I forgot that she had a big impact over here, it wasn't just me being kidnapped over there. Now I can't help wondering if he still has feelings for her. How could he not? I'm sure he doesn't approve of what she did, she used him, but how can you become that close to someone and not develop any feelings at all for them? I don't know if our relationship is ever going to be the same again and I hate that so much. I just wanted to be with him, and he actually wanted to be with me, and now that's all ruined.
As if her ruining my relationship with Peter wasn't enough, she's ruined everything else as well. No matter where I go, I see her. Once I got home and saw the damn tattoo on my neck, her tattoo, everything wasn't mine anymore. She wore my clothes. She slept in my bed. She was living my life. I had to wash her out of everything, but of course there already had to be a load in my washer. And of course Peter's shirt had to be in there. That just shoved in my face more of the fact that he was with her. He was with her in my house. He was with her all the time. They slept in my bed. My own house isn't even mine anymore.
I slow down to a walk so I can catch my breath and see where I ended up running to. Coincidentally I'm near where I usually go for drinks so I decide to stop in for one. Anything to get my mind off of today.
After taking a few shots of whiskey my mind seems to weigh a ton less and I definitely feel a little better. I decide I need to stop and head back home before I end up drunk. I go ahead and hail a taxi anyways, just because my apartment is a little too far away and I'm exhausted from the run here. I must've been going for longer than I thought. I really don't want to go back home, but it's late and I can't think of anywhere else I could go.
Once I get back I don't even pay attention to the mess I made. I go to my closet and grab a blanket that I can tell wasn't used by her and curl up on the couch for what will probably be a sleepless night.
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