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Chapter 7

Olivia was in her bedroom, throwing her things into her suitcase. She hated how sad she felt, disappointed. It was getting harder and harder to see through the tears that were building. Deep down she had been praying that they were all wrong about Richard, but what she had found was evidence of how dumb and blind she had been. With that thought her tears began to fall. 'For God's sake, pull it together, Olivia!' she silently scolded.

She threw some more stuff angrily into her case. To hell with folding up things she just wanted to clear her room and get out of this house. She had to get away before she lost it completely. She walked over to another drawer and scooped everything out of it and flung it into her case. She then walked over to the wardrobe and pulled it open. Immediately she was faced with the stunning dress she had worn to the charity ball. She was about to burst into tears when she heard, "You have no idea how outstanding you looked in that dress."

Olivia spun around, her heart skipping a beat. Martin was stood right behind her. She didn't know how the hell she hadn't heard him walk up behind her. He moved quick, his fist connecting hard with her face.

She was thrown back into the wardrobe door before she slumped to the floor. Her vision blurred by tears of pain, her head ringing with it. She spat out a mouthful of blood, but it still continued to seep into her mouth. He'd split her god-damn gum and the inside of her lip open. She spat out more blood and tried to push herself up.

Martin reached down and pulled her up by her hair. She was barely on her feet when he threw her into a set of drawers. She clung onto them and managed to stay on her feet. She quickly turned to face Martin but the back of his hand connected with her face again before she even saw it coming. Once more she found herself on her hands and knees on the floor and once more Martin reached down and pulled her up by her hair. This time he dragged her over to the bed and threw her down on it. He leant over her, pinning her wrists to the mattress beneath her.

"Get off of me!" she yelled at him.

He replied by letting go of one of her wrists and punching her in the jaw again. Her whole face screamed in pain. "You'd think Richard would just stop getting into relationships when he knows what the consequences are!" Martin yelled at her.

She turned to face him, her lip bleeding, trickling down the side of her face as she glared at him. "You set him up!" she said knowingly.

"Every time, and he made it so fucking easy!" he yelled angrily. "He always was the ladies' man, could charm anyone woman out of their panties!" he growled bitterly at her.

He was so distracted having his rant that he didn't see her attack coming. She swung her knee up and hit him hard in the groin. He let go of his grip on her and she swung her fist at him. This time she hit him in the face, 'How'd you like it, prick!' she thought as she jumped up and dove away from the bed.

She dashed towards the stairs, she'd hoped she hurt him enough to immobilize him but straight away he was chasing after her. She ran down the stairs taking them two at a time, but Martin was taking them three at a time and he was right behind her.

She felt his hands slam into her back, shoving her forwards. She crashed into the front door which stood at the bottom of the stairs. She turned to face him ready to hit him again but he ran into her and although she never saw what was in his hand she felt it rip into her lower abdomen. She was too shocked and in too much pain to cry out.

She looked down to see Martin push the hunting knife in his hand harder into her. This time she screamed out in agony, it was impossible to hold it in. "You're gonna wish you'd never met Richard." he said as he pulled the knife out of her.

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Amaro was sat looking up at the traffic lights which seemed adamant to stay red. He was nervously tapping the steering wheel. Each mile further that they got away from Olivia he regretted more and more leaving her there.

"Will other officers be at the house yet?" Richard asked him. He just tried to ignore him. "Nichole isn't safe there!" he said.

"Is that a threat?" Amaro said as he turned to face him.

"No and I know what you're thinking about me but you're wrong! I never hurt my wives and I would never hurt Nichole, but please someone else could."

"You just get someone else to do your dirty work, is that it?" Amaro spat at him.

"Why won't you believe me?" Richard yelled at him.

"Because you're a murderer, now shut the hell up!" Amaro yelled back as he pulled away as the lights finally changed.

Richard sighed and slumped back against the seat. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. Something just wasn't right. The knife wasn't his but somehow it had gotten into his house. "Please, you have to believe me, that knife doesn't belong to me. I've never even seen it before." he said desperately.

"So why was it locked in your desk drawer?" Amaro asked. He'd heard Olivia tell Richard that was where she had found it, right before he had walked in on them to make the arrest.

"I haven't been able to open that drawer for months!" Richard told him.

"Convenient." Amaro shot at him sarcastically.

"Actually it was quite inconvenient. Look, I don't care if you think I'm guilty or not, Nichole is not safe and she is the only thing I care about right now. Please, not for me but for her, I'm begging you, GO BACK!"

Amaro just looked at him in the rear view mirror. He shook his head and said, "You have the right to remain silent, you might wanna give it a try!"

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Martin pushed Olivia into the kitchen, letting her crash into the kitchen counter. She slumped over it as she struggled to breathe through the pain she felt. She had her hand pressed over her wound as hard as she could but the blood pumped thick and fast through her fingers.

"How will you get away this one? You didn't think really think murdering me through enough did you?" she said to him, her voice trembling as bad as her body was; her hands in particular.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he said, pointing the knife at her.

"Richard was arrested. When they find my body they'll know I was killed when he was in custody. They'll know he was innocent in all of this."

"He wasn't innocent!" Martin roared at her. He grabbed her and shoved her right through into the pool room. She tried to hit him with her one hand because she feared if she took her hand away from her wound her blood would pump out of her even quicker than it was now. She was left wishing she'd done more when he slammed the knife into her again, just a couple of inches lower than where he already had.

Her legs gave out beneath her and she fell into him. The pain she was in was like nothing she had ever felt. It was blinding, burning, nauseating, all she could do was cry out in pain. Martin went down with her, lowering her beneath him. She cried out as he pulled the knife from out of her, the sound alone knocked her sick and she struggled not to throw up.

"Richard, was never innocent, because of him I have a wife who doesn't love me. I can tell when we make love that it's Richard's face she sees. I love Krista more than life itself and she loves my best friend."

Olivia wanted to say something to him but all she seemed to be able to do was writhe in pain beneath him. "He took the only woman I ever loved away from me, so I had to do the same to him, but then he found another and another and then you. I can tell you were more special to him than any of his wives, which is what makes this so god-damn satisfying." he spat at her as he pushed his trousers down.

She could only try pitifully to push him off her as he began to tug at her trousers, trying to pull them down. "I'm gonna fuck you and then I'm gonna leave you to drown in the pool, just like I did to Richard's third wife."

Olivia reached up and scratched his face, it was a feeble move but it was all she had in her. It was enough to leave four bleeding marks on his face and it was clearly enough to piss him off. She figured if she was going to die she would try to leave evidence under her nails that contained his DNA .He pressed the knife against her throat and got right up in her face, "You're gonna die knowing the man you sent to prison, the man you loved, and who loved you, was never a murderer…"

"She's not dying today, asshole!" Amaro yelled.

Both Martin an Olivia turned to face the doors where Amaro stood, Richard beside him. "Martin, why?" Richard asked.

Martin stood up, ripping Olivia up with him. He held her in front of him, the knife still at her throat. "Krista, Richard! That's why!"

"What?" Richard asked.

"Please, don't act like you don't know. Krista loves you, she always has. All I ever hear from her is how she hates me and she wishes she had you!"

"I'm sorry." Richard said, stepping closer to him, "but she has nothing to do with this." he said pointing to Olivia.

"She has everything to do with it. You're about to know what it feels like to lose the woman you love…again..." he said as he brought the knife down on Olivia's flesh.

Before he had chance to drag the blade across her skin Amaro fired two shots. Martin fell down to his knees by the side of the pool, letting Olivia go. Richard and Amaro could only watch as she fell into the pool.

Martin grabbed the knife again and Amaro feared he was going to jump in after her. He ran at him, emptying his gun into him, as Richard dove into the pool. Amaro ran to the edge of the pool, Martin lay behind him, dead.

Richard surfaced with Olivia, leaving a blooded trial behind them in the water. Amaro reached in and pulled Olivia from his arms. He wasted no time in pressing one hand down on her wounds and pulling out his phone. Richard pulled off his jacket and pressed it down over Olivia's wounds and listened to Amaro.

He leant right over her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "You're going to be okay. I'm not going to lose you too." he said to her.

Amaro put his phone down beside him and watched Richard as he helped Olivia. He glanced down at Martin. He'd been wrong. He could only thank God Richard had persuaded him to turn the car around.

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Richard and Amaro had jumped in the ambulance with Olivia. They had both been silently praying the whole time that Olivia would be okay, but she remained barely responsive no matter what the medic tried. Amaro looked down at the floor that was covered in his partner's blood. He squeezed tighter on her hand and said, "Come on, Liv, don't leave me to break in a new partner, or worse get stuck with Munch."

He looked up when the ambulance came to an abrupt stop. The doors opened and Olivia was being pulled out of it. The medic describing her condition to the doctors and nurses who know pushed her trolley down a sparkly clean hospital corridor. He tried to pay attention to what they were saying, and tried to understand it but he couldn't…he was too afraid that he was about to lose his partner.

TBC

Will Olivia survive? Either way this story isn't over with yet.

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