Warning: contains violence and dark subject matters.
CHAPTER 2
"I just had a little drink Liv, it's not that big a deal" he said to her hoping she bought it.
"I don't care right now El, I don't wanna talk to you right now" she said standing her ground.
He stood before her only inches away, all Liv could smell was the alcohol.
He reached out and touched her cheek, "You're really beautiful Liv" he said softly.
"Elliot stop" she said irritated. She smashed his hand away, and then suddenly he went off, tik tak... boom.
His look changed from drunk to angry, as he grabbed the wrist that slapped his hand away.
"Ow, El what are you doing!" she asked startled. He squeezed it a little harder as he yanked her to him.
"Come on Liv, don't tell me all of a sudden you don't want me anymore" he grinned devishly.
"You and I both know, there was always something between us".
"You'd better let me go right now, before I throw your sorry ass outta here" she said threatening.
"No you won't" he said confident. She was getting angry real fast, she started pulling her wrist from his grasp.
"Come on Liv, don't be like that". He suddenly grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips.
She immediately started hitting him, and pulling away. He was way too strong, but she didn't go down without a fight.
He held her close to him making it hard for her to hit him. He started kissing her neck all the while trying to hold her wrists from hitting him.
"God damn son a bitch" she hissed. Then she kicked him against his leg as hard as she could.
He immediately released her and tended to his painful leg, it infuriated him even more.
Liv quickly stepped away from him and ran for the door. Just as she pulled it open Elliot kicked it shut again.
He grabbed her by her upperarms and threw her against the wall. She grunted as her head hit the wall.
His hold on her was very painful, she could the see the rage in his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if it was something she did.
"El stop this, your hurting me" "Think about what you're doing" she said hoping to get through to him.
"It's your fault for being so hot" he answered with a grin. This was not Elliot, not even remotely.
He tried to kiss her again but she kept wiggling her head sideways to avoid him.
Then out of the blue he slapped her hard across her face. For a moment she was in shock, did he actually just hit her??
"Stay still" he said with a low voice. "Screw you!" she spat at him.
She struggled with all her might trying to get free, but his hold on her was very strong, not to mention painful, she could feel the bruising already.
He then yanked her from the wall, grabbed her upperarm and dragged her towards the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw where he was leading her.
She dug her heel in the floor, trying to yank her arm from his grasp. "No" she yelled. "Elliot stop".
He ignored her pleas as he continued dragging her struggling body to the bedroom.
How much did he have to drink, for him to do something as horrible as this, she wondered briefly.
As they reached the bedroom he pushed her towards the bed. As soon as she stood still again she punched him in the face as hard as she could.
She hit him right in the nose, causing it to bleed. He felt the blood streaming, and used his shirt to wipe it away.
He looked at her, standing defiantly in front of him, anger and confusion very present in her eyes.
He knows he should feel remorseful and stop this nonsense, but all he felt was lust. He just had to have her, screw the consequences.
He advanced on her, Liv automatically taking a step back. "Think about what you're doing" she said to him trying to sound confident.
He said nothing but continued approaching her. Liv kept backing up untill she hit the nightstand next to the bed. She had no where to go now.
As soon as he came in range she swung at him again, hitting him square in the jaw. Her policetraining kicking in.
And again she threw her fist towards his face, but Elliot caught her hand right before it made contact with his face.
He used this leverage to push her onto the bed, and quickly followed her down. He immediately grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
She struggled with all her might trying to loosen the hold, but she only succeeded in hurting herself even more.
She was so frustrated that she couldn't fight him off, that she was so weak, that he could so easily take her if he wanted too.
"Aargh get off me!" she yelled at him. "You son of a bitch!". He only smiled at her feeble attempt to free herself.
He enjoyed the fact, that he could do with her what he wanted, her not being strong enough to fight him off.
"Come on Liv, just relax, maybe you'll even enjoy this" he said to her, but not at all sounding like the Elliot she knew for so many years.
"If you touch me, I swear to god!" she spat at him. "You'll what?" he answered. "Hurt me?" he whispered.
"I'm gonna make sure you rot in jail bastard" she said still struggling.
Elliot only smiled at her remark, he didn't care.
Liv was exhausted from fighting him and attempts weakened, he lowered his head and kissing her neck again, licking the side of her face.
She immediately turned her head away from him, digusted by his actions.
"Hmm you taste like vanilla" he whispered in her ear.
"If I knew you tasted this good, I might not have waited 11 years to make my move" he winked at her.
As he continued licking her neck and face up and down, desperation hit her, tears started to well up in her eyes.
She could not believe this was really happening, her partner and her so called best friend doing this to her.
She kept saying to herself that the alcohol was making him do this, that this was not Elliot, not the Elliot she knew anyway.
The tears started falling down her face "Elliot please don't do this" she softly said still not looking at him.
He had heard her, she could feel it, but it wasn't long before he got back to what he was doing.
Her wrists were killing her, as she never stopped pulling at them.
He then placed her wrists in one hand while the other started roaming over her breasts.
"Oh god please just stop!" she cried, she felt so digusted.
He ignored her pleas and went underneath her shirt enjoying the feel of her full breasts.
She wriggled her body from left to right trying to loose his touch.
He then started tugging the waistband of her sweatpants, and she was in panic mode more than ever.
Her strength renewed she struggled again making it hard for him to get a grip on her pants.
Annoyed by her struggling he slapped her again, this time so hard he busted her lip.
She cried out in pain and stopped struggling for a second because of it.
He used the oppertunity to yank her pants down all the way down her legs and then planted a knee between her legs preventing her from closing them.
He was bruising the inside of her legs with his knee, as he forcefully spread them. She let out a whimper of pain.
He started fiddling with his own belt eager to free himself, his raging hard on almost bursting out of his jeans.
Olivia heard the sound of his jeans unzipping and just started screaming, hoping someone would hear her.
Anything to make this nightmare stop, because if she didn't stop him now he was actually gonna rape her.
She let out the most deafening scream Elliot had ever heard, and was momentarily stunned by it.
But then almost immediately his hand left his jeans and went over her mouth, almost suffocating her.
He held his head next to hers and whispered "What are you doing to me Liv" "How can we finish this if you start screaming"
She tried to shake his hand of her face, disgusted by his touch.
Her tears still flowing making his hand wet, she sobbed softly beneath him.
The smell of alcohol still strongly in the air, he tried his best to control her.
But he came to the conclusion he did not enough hands to do just that.
He needed to hold her down, keep her mouth shut and undress her at the same time.
He was getting a little annoyed when he realised this wasn't going to be easy.