"That's shit! She's a fucking bitch!" Fitz yelled when the debate was done and Liv went back stage to get her bag.

"You're just mad you lost. She's great. And don't let her hear you say she's a bitch, she will show you how much of a bitch she can be. I've been on the bitchy end of that. That's not a bitch. Now go congratulate her on the win and let it go."

Olivia grabbed her bag and went off the front of the stage. "Thanks Cy. It was a great work out. I have to head off to work now. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch right?"

"Yup, you be careful driving home tonight alright?"

"Sure, I'm off work at one then I'll be at the pool at five."

"You are kidding right?" Fitz spoke up. "You work until one in the morning and then go swimming at five? For fun?"

"No, I have a scholarship for a full ride at Harvard as long as I'm on the swim team. I can't let them down. Too many people count on me. Oh, Cyrus, don't forget that we are going to the food bank on Saturday to help with the dinner then going shopping for them."

"Wouldn't miss it, Liv."

Liv hugged Cyrus and went out to go to work.

"She seems busy," Fitz noted.

"She's always on the move. Never stops."

Olivia went off to work at the all night diner down the road close to the outside of town. When she didn't have a table to wait on she was studying for the SATs even though she knew everything on the test.

Just around midnight she had sent the other waitress home for the night. Liv started to clean up the kitchen and wiping down the tables when three men came in and robbed her at gun point. They took all the money in the register and raped her on the counter.

When they finally left, she locked the door and finished cleaning up. She wasn't sure what to do. She thought she should call the cops and file a report but she wasn't sure. She had no proof so it would be her word against theirs.

Liv cleaned up the restraunt and went to her car. She headed home and straight to bed. Olivia decided to forget the swim for the morning and went off to school around 6.

Putting her things in her locker, she got out the books she needed for her first few classes, glancing at herself in the mirror inside the locker. She had gone to bed but never really slept. Liv couldn't get the image of the boys on her out of her mind. She looked at her eyes and saw how tired she was, the bags under her eyes were very visible. She saw the marks from the gun across her cheek. Liv didn't have any kind of makeup to cover it up so she would have to keep her head down all day.

As she walked down the hall towards the library she was grateful that no one was really around. Classes were going to start in ten minutes, she knew she would have to go to them.

Liv made it through the first four hours of her classes then lunch and went down to Mr. Grant's room. She was a few minutes late coming in. Without a note, she passed Fitz and went to the empty desk next to Abby.

"What happened to you?" Abby nearly yelled when she saw Olivia.

"Keep your voice down. Don't worry about it, I'm fine," she said quickly.

"Liv, you don't look fine. What happened?" Harrison asked in a hushed tone.

"I said be quiet."

They went on with class taking the test and doing a few assignments until the bell rang.

"Ms. Pope, a word please," Fitz asked before she walked out. She told Abby and Harrison to go on without her and turned around towards her teacher not looking at him. "You did very well yesterday during our debate. Your timings were excellent and your comebacks terrific. Congratulations on your win, even if it was against me." He noted that she seemed awfully interested in her shoes as she kept looking down.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant. I'm sorry you had to lose like that."

"Perhaps we can go for another round next time." He watched her nod in agreement. "Ms. Pope are you alright?"

"Never better. Why do you ask?"

Fitz put his hand on her shoulder and instantly noticed her yank away from him and hiss in pain. "That didn't seem okay to me. What happened to your shoulder?"

"I just hit it on the wall this morning during my swim. I'll be fine later."

Fitz touched her arm and she moved further away. He threw his hands up as if in surrender. "I'm sorry!" Olivia looked up and he could see her face. "What the hell happened?"

"I wish people would stop asking that. Again, I'm fine."

Fitz knew that he wasn't going to get any information out of her but knew who could. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to the office. "Get Cyrus. It's an emergency," Fitz told his secretary. Cyrus sent this appointment out to reschedule. Fitz pulled her into his office still holding her wrist. "Tell him what is going on."

"Would you let go of me! You have no right to pull me down here like that. I have nothing to explain to anyone."

"Olivia, what happened to your face?" Cyrus asked.

"I've asked her the same thing. She won't answer me," Fitz said.

They both sat in chairs watching her, waiting for her answer. She didn't say anything to them and kept her stare down to her feet.

"Did something happen at work?" Cyrus asked. "That place is not as safe as the diner in town is. I told you to go for that one."

"They came back last night."