Warning: Mentions of torture and rape. Keep in mind that this may serve as a trigger.
Disclaimer: New year, new agony of not owning Scandal!
I'll see you at the end of the chapter!
Rain, Chapter III
Quinn lay on the table, the taste of blood heavy in her mouth. She closed her eyes as the door closed. She waited for the tears, but they never came. She didn't want to think about that monster, but she couldn't think about anything else.
The rape itself wasn't what was hurting her.
If she hadn't had teeth pulled and tortured people, she doubted she would be upset as she was right then.
What was upsetting her was the fact that she had gone through so much, and yet, this rape was the worst thing that had happened to her. A complete stranger had ruined her.
She wondered how long she had been on the table. She wondered if her muscles would atrophy. She wondered if she'd ever stop bleeding.
Her eyes opened, staring at the grey cement ceiling.
Cement...I'm probably in a basement of some sort.
She began noting the exact color of everything she could see. And for a second, she stopped thinking about the Dressmaker.
Rain
Olivia hadn't slept that night, and neither had Charlie. The two of them had just sat at Quinn's kitchen counter, rereading the letters and going through the iPhone.
"What if he hurts her?" Olivia said at one point.
"I think he's going to hurt her no matter what," Charlie had responded, grinding his teeth.
And Olivia hadn't replied beyond that. So they sat in woeful silence, until the sun shone in through Quinn's maroon blinds.
Charlie stood, making coffee with a generic French press. He handed a black ceramic cup to Olivia, keeping a bright pink one for himself. Olivia cocked an eyebrow at his color choice.
"Quinn's favorite," he mumbled. "It feels weird to have Saturday morning coffee without it,"
"You love her," Olivia stated after a painful moment of silence.
For a moment, Charlie didn't answer. Instead, the mercenary sipped his coffee from his lover's pink cup. He closed his eyes for a second, before looking right at Olivia.
"I can't live without her," he took a deep breath. "I can't function without her. She is my world. I don't need anyone else, but I need her,"
"We'll find her," Olivia promised. "I need her, too,"
And the odd couple finished their coffee in silence, enjoying what was the weekend's final calm moment. Just as Olivia took the last sip, the iPhone began to buzz on the coffee table.
A/N: What can I say? I'm a sucker for cliffhangers. So, my New Years Resolution is to post more frequently, but as previously stated, I suck. I hope you're enjoying this sick, twisted shit, because it makes me sad to write it.
Love always,
Kate