So it's super short, and not really exciting, but I'm building up to something here!

DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, I know. I'm so mean to my characters.

Tiphanie: I think that's a good thing...I'm taking it as a good thing. Steve won't be coming back for a loooong time. And I am purposely evil to my characters. With Olivia it was kind of the idea to be mean to her, but I'm being nice to the other two! For now. Bucky's going to be making his appearance very soon.

CJ/OddBall: Yeah, I had to throw Stevie in there somewhere. Though, she's going to find her hero in someone else. And the last time this happened it took a couple days for them to fix it. And it is the weekend, so I would wait until tomorrow. I'm already typing up my 10th email telling them to fix it.

Guest: Bucky's coming back in a couple chapters. I don't know how much ass kicking she'll do.

Azure83: I love Cap so much. But not quite as much as I love Bucky. I even have a Bucky tattoo. She's getting her hero, though it'll be someone else, even if she doesn't realize it right away.

Enjoy!

I spent another day at home. Rumlow was nowhere to be seen, not even stopping by to say 'hi.' It was a little unnerving, but I wasn't complaining. It was better than getting raped over and over again. My father came home, but he shut himself in his office, and I didn't see him again that night. Or in the morning before he left for work. There were still guards around the house, keeping me shut in, but otherwise things were going back to normal. Well, almost.

I was still numb. I knew I wouldn't ever be Libby again. Libby was gone, and it was my fault. If I hadn't snooped, I wouldn't have had to run, thus none of this would have happened, and I would still be innocent little Libby. The willful, free spirited child my father loathed. Not the broken, numb shadow my father had turned me into to teach me a lesson.

Well, father, lesson learned.

I had a nightmare that night, the Asset raping me until I couldn't even distinguish the parts of my nether region. They were a bloody mess. I was a bloody mess, words carved into my skin. I couldn't read them because they were in some foreign language...a cyrillic alphabet...Russian maybe. Ten words, all carved into my skin. I didn't know what they meant, but they had some meaning to him. I was trapped under him, his steely cold eyes glaring down at me, the knife in his hand dripping my blood. He was speaking to me, but I couldn't understand him. I couldn't hear anything as he raised the knife, ready to plunge it into my chest.

I shot up, gasping for breath, a layer of sweat covering my skin. It was still dark out, meaning it was early. I got out of bed, padding to the kitchen to get some water. I was still achy down under, but it wasn't anything too bad. Not like it was before. Just a reminder of everything that had happened.

I sat down at the counter, staring down into my water glass. I was still shaky from my nightmare, not quite understanding what it meant. But I knew it wasn't good. If only I knew what the words meant. Maybe that would give me a clue...but I didn't know Russian, and I wasn't sure if I could remember all of them well enough to look. But I figured I'd give it a shot anyways, grabbing a piece of paper to try and write them out.

It was light outside by the time I finished, just barely having time to hide it before my dad came out for breakfast. We shared a few words before he left to get ready for work. I knew things wouldn't be the same around him. Not after what he'd done to me. What he'd let happen to me. I went to my room to shower, getting myself cleaned up to sit around and do nothing all day. I'd already read everything I owned, every magazine, every book. There was nothing new on Netflix for me to watch. TV had lost all its appeal. I was really starting to feel like a prisoner. Maybe I could talk one of the guards into taking me to the library or something. Because if this went on, I was going to die of boredom.

Surprisingly the guard agreed. I guessed he was getting bored as well. I spent a few hours at the library, getting books, flipping through magazines. I even went online to look up the words. I only made sense of a few of them, but that didn't help me much. They seemed like nonsense to me. Just random words. Maybe it was some kind of hidden message. I didn't stress too much about it. It came from a dream. It couldn't have that much meaning.

I grabbed my books and my paper full of nonsense before heading back out to the car with the guard. He'd thankfully lost the fatigues and weapons. Though he was probably packing in case I decided to run. Or someone got a little too close. Thank god none of that happened.

It was dark by the time we got home. I'd coerced the guard into letting me get food from a restaurant to take home, after having basically the same few things to eat for a few weeks. I was going insane. Luckily he said yes, and took me through the drive-thru at McDonald's. I'd never been so happy to have greasy fake food in my entire life.

My dad was home when I got back. I could hear him on the phone in his room as I passed it. I went to my room, putting my bag of McDonald's down on my nightstand before changing clothes. I ate my greasy hamburger and fries, enjoying a movie I'd only seen fifty times before.

After I finished, I went to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but found myself stopping at the end of the hallway as I saw Renata there. I thought she'd gone home. I heard my dad's voice for a moment before suddenly a shot was ringing out, and then a second. I covered my mouth, holding in my scream as Renata fell backwards, two bullet holes in her chest. I backed up, sliding around the corner. My breaths were coming in gasps, my heart pounding as tears fell down my face. What kind of...Who would...Why...I couldn't even think as I ran back to my room, closing the door before sliding down to the floor. I couldn't wrap my head around what had just happened. I knew my father was an asshole, but to do something like that? To someone who was innocent? I mean, I was kind of being a hypocrite, but I wasn't exactly innocent. But...why? Unless she'd walked in on something she wasn't supposed to see. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't go into the kitchen myself. Would he have shot me? What was going on in there? Why was it so important that he killed an innocent woman that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Would he have killed me if I had walked into the kitchen? Maybe I should have. Then I would have just been dead Olivia, instead of numb Olivia.

My head was hurting from everything. My brain was in overdrive and I was starting to get dizzy. I crawled over to my bed, brushing the wrappers and McDonald's bag off my bed before curling up on the comforter. Renata had been so wonderful to me, to my dad. She'd done nothing but take care of us, and he'd just murdered her in cold blood. It made me a little afraid. Would he come for me next? Was that what my future held? Being murdered by my own father? I didn't sleep that night, terrified that every creak, every bump was my father coming to finish me off as well.