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Chapter 4
Elliot felt like he was dying inside, what did he do? How could he?
He felt nauseous again and the tears started welling up in his eyes.
Liv didn't move a muscle, she was just lying there, her pale broken body shaking.
Elliot then just all of a sudden got up and ran, ran away without looking back.
The door slammed shut behind him, and it was silent once more.
The only thing Liv could hear was her own ragged breathing.
After a few minutes of lying completely still, her eyes weld up with tears and started crying as if her life depended on it.
She had no idea how long she had been crying, it felt like hours had passed, and she wasn't far from the truth.
Then she suddenly felt so disgusting and humiliated again, that she forced herself to sit up and get off the bed.
The bruises on her body were so painful, and very reminding of this terrible night.
But the bruises were nothing compared to the excruciating pain she felt between her legs.
The moment she stepped of the bed she immediately crashed to the floor, her legs not being able to hold her up.
She slowly tried to lift herself off the ground and supported her weight by leaning on the bed.
She slowly but surely made it into the bathroom and got the shower running.
She stepped inside and then sat down under the warm water.
She hissed when the warm water hit her skin for the first time, the pain very evident.
She sat there in her bathtub and scrubbed her skin so many times that it turned all red.
She was in there for so long that the water just didn't feel warm enough anymore.
She got out slowly and painfully and dried herself of.
She wiped the steam of the mirror and for the first time took a good look at herself.
Her lip was really swollen from the beatings, and she lost count so many bruises were there.
There was no way she could cover it all up, tears fell from her eyes once again.
She was surprised she had tears left to cry. 'How could this happen' she kept thinking to herself.
She never took her eyes of the mirror observing her body closely remembering each and every bruise.
'I have to report him' she then suddenly thought. 'He deserves to rot in prison for what he did'
She then closed her bathrobe and went into the living room to get her phone.
She opened it ready to call it in when she let out a sigh and just kept looking at her phone without actually doing something.
She put the phone down again, curled up on her sofa and started crying again, because that was the only thing she felt like doing right now.
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Elliot came home and didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He stumpled inside his kitchen and walked towards his liquor cabinet.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took off the cap and got ready to take the biggest drink of his life. Hoping it would actually kill him.
He brought the bottle to his mouth but then stopped and just held it there, right next to his mouth. He could smell the alcohol.
He then threw the bottle hard into the sink, smashing it into a thousand pieces, whiskey flying all over his kitchen.
He took every single bottle of alcohol and smashed them one at a time. He was in a frenzy, tears were streaming down his face and he screamed as loud as his voice would let hem.
There was glass everywhere, the alcohol was dripping from his walls and cabinets. He didn't care.
He made his way upstairs into his bathroom and took off his clothes. They smelled of alcohol and... Liv. 'Oh god' he thought again. The mere thought of her drove him mad.
He looked in the mirror and saw the scratch marks Liv gave him while trying to fight him off. He felt so guilty and worthless, he hated himself so much at that point.
He then turned away from the mirror not being able to look anymore, and turned on the warm water and ran himself a bath.
He got in and sighed heavily, tears started to form again.
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The next day Liv woke up by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
She woke up with a shock, and made herself calm down again to see she was all alone, no one was here. She was still on the couch where she fell asleep on.
She grabbed her phone and read 'Cragen', "hello?" she asked.
"Liv Hi it's me Donald" he did not sound happy at all, and it made her feel really uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" she immediately asked. She could hear him sigh on the other end and did not answer her immediately.
"Liv I have something to tell you... Elliot tried to kill himself last night".
She just froze, said and did nothing. She could hardly even register what her captain just said.
"Liv are you there?" he asked softly. "Yeah" she said after a long pause.
"I'm sorry I have to tell you this over the phone but I felt like you needed to know as soon as possible".
The doctors think he'll pull through, he's at Mercy general right now. It'll do him good to see you" he continued.
'If only he knew' she thought to herself. "Yeah OK, thanks for calling" she said to him, then she just hung up.
Cragen was very worried for both of them, she was not OK and Elliot defenitely wasn't. 'What the hell happened' he thought to himself.
sorry it's so short, I'll continue this shortly