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"Stop!" Olivia cried.
William laughed looking at his wife squirm underneath him as he tickled her. Noah laughed as his small hands joined in the playful attack on his mother.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Olivia cried.
"Finally," William sighed, clearly warn out as he fell back against the stack of pillows.
Olivia watched her husband, relieved his behavior had changed, including actually being present in their marriage. A part of her was still skeptical especially with his suspicious outings, no matter how much he had been working to repair their marriage she still lost her trust for him. Each day she could see glimpses of guilt on his face, the slight twitching of his hands when he was around her, and his constant sweating.
His recent interest did nothing to ease her worries about them, still contacting a divorce attorney just as a precaution. Even Noah still behaved guarded around his father, barely speaking to him and sometimes ignoring his presence. Mornings like this were rare and something to cherish. She watched William sit against the bed's headboard with Noah sitting in his lap. Normally they were all in a rush, Olivia in a hurry for a meeting with a victim or an advocacy event, Will in a rush to get to his office or press conference, and Noah in a rush to speech therapy or school.
Noah had been a gift, a gift she'd been wanting most of her life: to be a mother. A woman had came to the victim advocate and no matter how much she tried to help the young woman it only took two weeks for her to give custody to Olivia and slit her wrist at a woman's shelter.
Olivia felt both happy and guilty for having the privilege of being Noah's mother. She sighed as she got out of the bed.
"Alright No," she said, "time to get ready for school,"
She chuckled when he let out a long over dramatic groan.
"I got him, Liv" William said as he got out of bed. He threw Noah over his shoulder and the toddler giggled on their way out the bedroom.
Olivia stood for a moment, listening to their banter, from Noah refusing to tie his own shoes to Noah begging for a despicable me backpack.
She walked out into the living room, seeing Noah with his backpack on and star wars lunchbox in hand.
"Now be good at school my love," she said. She bent down a kissed his cheek, making sure there weren't traces of lipstick on his skin.
"Bye, Mommy," Noah murmured.
"Bye Love," she smiled.
With a quick kiss goodbye, Will took Noah's hand and Olivia watched them leave the penthouse.
She stood watching the door for a moment before walking into the kitchen area to get more coffee, thankful William had chose to cook breakfast. Olivia had known for a while she wasn't the best cook, the boredom and forgetful which left most of her food being either under cooked or burnt.
She went back to the ok lp bedroom, intent on spending most of the day relaxing under the covers. Except once she reached the bedroom she realized the three of them had ruined the sheets, with coffee splzzzatter, biscuit crumbs, and jelly were everywhere.
"Great," she sighed to herself.
Olivia had stripped the bed of the comforter and sheet set, leaving a mountain of pillows on them.
She walked to the closet, sliding the door open before looking for a clean sheet set. Olivia went looking for them becoming frustrates as she moved under suits and dresses searching for the sheets. Grabbing a pair of shoes off the shelf to look behind them, her arm quickly swung into a box. The box fell to the ground and once the top fell off a bunch of white powder fell out, landing on Olivia's head and the sleeve of her pajama shirt.
"Fuck!" she sighed. Olivia started running her hands through her hair, trying to shake the powder from her hair. "What the he-"
Olivia looked at the box she hit, seeing it was a brown evidence box. She also saw the word written on the third line of the label.
Cocaine
Olivia gasped, appalled by a drug she had once used a long time ago when she did work on the street. Luckily getting clean by a detective willing to help her, Cragen got her clean but she still returned to prostiution.
Why the fuck is this here.
William
Olivia began to run a bunch of senerios through her head as to why her husband had a box of cocaine hidden behind a pair of her winter boots: maybe he forgot to take them in, maybe it was to catch a dealer through a faux deal. No matter how many scenarios she came up with it just didn't make sense.
Until she had come to one final conclusionhe was either using it or selling it...hell maybe both. She shook her head and her eyes became moist staring at it. Knowing just how tempting cocaine was to a user, even a former one clean for decades, she got to her feet and ran into the bathroom.
Glancing at herself in the mirror it was nothing but white powder in her hair and along the right side of her body, covering her pajamas. She quickly began to strip, and unlike she did normally throwing her clothes in a pile, each article of clothing she took off went into the trash next to the sink.
Without even checking the temperature, and lack of caring, she got into the shower, cool water hitting her skin. She watched as the white substance was washed off her skin, although she could barely see it in the water that flowed towards the drain.
Her adrenaline running, she scrubbed her self vigorously, leaving her skin red. Finally washing her hair out she worried about the confrontation she's have with William...and wondering if she should even tell him. But even William wasn't dumb enough to notice cocaine missing as well as cocaine in the rug.
The late nights
The sudden raise
The quiet phonecalls
...the symptoms of withdrawal.
Things she should have recognized right off the bat, but instead she only figured he was only guilty of infidelity...he still could be.
Ed Tucker
No wonder she had been seeing the IAB Captain all of a sudden. His strange pop ups were more than just
"Olivia," William gasped, watching her. Most of the drugs had been washed off her but there were still traces of it in her hair. Her body shivered under his gaze, unable to decide how to handle this. She was afraid of being caught, afraid there were drugs she was once addicted to in her home with her son, and even more so afraid of her own husband.
"Olivia," he repeated. He reached towards her, his fingers brushing against her arm and his eyes went wide when she moved away from him, sliding down the shower wall. "Olivia ple- "
"Stay the fuck away from me," she cried, moving into the fetal position, anger beginning to outweigh her fear.
"Liv," he sighed. The next time he had reached for her, she quickly stood back up, smacking him. He yelped surprised at both the slap and the force behind it. Making eye contact with her, they both breathed heavily, him dressed and dry and her naked at wet. Besides the sound of their deep breathes was the sound of the shower.
It was Olivia's turn to be surprised when William snapped out of the stare down and rushed to the shower, grabbing his wife by the shoulders. Olivia cried out when she pulled her out the shower, pulling her torso to the tile floor while her legs were still in the tub. William left his left hand on the floor while using his right to forcefully cup Olivia's face, his nails digging into her jaw. She tried to get up, struggling to get free of his strong hold.
"STOP!" he shouted.
Olivia gasped, never hearing his voice that loud and harsh before. Her eyes widened in fear, meeting his anger filled gaze. She froze in fear, wincing at his nails piercing her skin.
"Just listen to me okay," William said, suddenly calm. He softly brushed his thumb along her jawline. She nodded too afraid to move. "You're going to act like you never seen it…you know nothing of it undrst-"
"Our son is in this house," she spat, "a child- "
"Let me finish," he hissed. He sighed licking his dry lips before he spoke again. "I'm moving it out of here but you won't speak a word of this. You won't ever bring it up….do you understand me?"
Olivia looked at him, furious.
"Yes," she sighed.
"That's good…good," he nodded. He bent down kissed her lightly, only for a moment. "I'm so sorry,"
"Oh, I know you are," she said snidely. He stood up, still glaring at her and suddenly she felt ready for a kick, a stomp, for him to spit, something. Yet he looked genuinely apologetic and nodded towards her before leaving the bathroom.
I know this is short as hell but I just wanted to advance it. School has been a mess, but I plan to update weekly, HONESTLY, since this semester has calmed down and is almost over sooooo..yeah! Anyways leave feedback, please.
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