Chapter 14

***Chapter contains rape and violence***

"You know it's late. You don't have to go, I mean…" Brian assured Amanda who stood dressing in his living room.

"Yeah, actually I do; what just happened was… WOW!" she grinned making him smile from where he lay on the sofa wearing nothing but a throw across his hips. "but I think we both know we shouldn't have let it."

"I never should have kissed you"

"I never should have let you…or the other thing"

"So you're ok?"

"Yeah. We were just two people who needed comfort. We took what we needed from each other and it's done"

"That easy?"

"I'm not a fool. I know where your heart lies, it's with Olivia; you love her…so do I. we just got caught up in the moment."

"I do love her you know? And when she comes back I'm gonna do everything I can to fix us and get us back on track…if she comes back"

"She will, I just…"

"What?"

"After all this time…You saw what four days with Lewis…It's been three months" Brian's heart sank with the realization.

"How much of her is still her?"

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After Bronwyn left her room Olivia lay awake praying that Harlan wouldn't decide to visit her tonight. She's heard his footsteps when he'd come up but they went straight to his bedroom at the far end of the hall. Usually when he came home this late, he was drunk and had one thing on his mind: her! But she was still terribly weak from the beating he'd given her on top of the leg that hadn't stopped bothering her since Doc stitched it closed over a week ago and no matter how much he'd tried to keep pressure off of it, it hurt like hell and was made worse two days after Doc closed the horribly bleeding wound when Harlan was so rough with her that he'd accidentally torn open two of her stitches. He ignored it until he was done fucking her then nonchalantly rolled off and without even bothering to undo her restraints, he got Bronwyn out of bed at 3am and had her bandage the leg.

She'd been feeling lethargic the last few days and she was sure that it was more than just the pregnancy causing it and those feelings were only confirmed when she noticed the area around the wound becoming red and right now as she lay looking at it, she was sure that it had gotten worse, her sudden chills telling her that she has a fever.

"Because an infected leg is exactly what I need!" she laughed at the irony as tears rolled down her face. She looked at the scalpel in her hand and she wondered if she could trust Bronwyn. For all she knew, this could be a setup, what if it was just Bronwyn's sick way of proving her loyalty to Harlan? She was usually pretty good at getting a read people but these last three months in this hell… she wasn't sure of anything anymore and she didn't trust her own judgment.

"He could come in here at any time and beat the hell out of me for having this thing" she said to heself, not even realizing that she was speaking aloud.

"She's probably already downstairs telling him that it's here; if he finds it… maybe if I tell him he'll go easy on me…"

"She's developing Stockholm! Have you lost your mind?" Sealview shouted in disbelief "You give him that scalpel and he'll take your ear off with it!"

"Or I can save myself some torture"

"What? He'll rape us gentler than usual? Jesus Liv, you really are losing it!" Sealview exclaimed

"I'm just trying to protect myself, he's unpredictable!"

"Yeah, well so are we when our back is to a wall and guess what? He's had our back to the wall for too damn long; we don't know about you but we're over this shit and we want out!" Beach house told her on no uncertain terms "We are stronger than mind games Benson, even if Bronwyn is full of shit, which she probably is, we hinge nothing on her; the second we find and opening, we're taking it!"

"And what if I fail again?"

"Then we keep trying until we don't fail but we are not giving up!"

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"What the hell you doin still up?" Harlan drunkenly asked Bronwyn who had just returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee to help sober him up.

"You were so angry when you left, I was worried about you; too worried to sleep" she lied as she knelt in front of him from where he sat on the foot of their bed and handed him the cup of steaming-hot brew.

"I don't want no goddamn coffee!" he yelled as he knocked the coffee from her hand and sent it and the cup flying across the room causing Bronwyn to jump nearly out of her skin'

"You're right, I'm sorry sir. You probably just want to sleep, here, let me take your shoes off…"

"Naw, I'm just gon head down the hall, check on my baby momma" he said with a drunken grin as he stood up. Bronwyn stood to meet him and was knocked down when he staggered and stumbled, landing on top of her on the bed.

"Whoops! Are you alright sir?"

"Well I'll be damned, ain't you softer than a pillow! Lotta cushion"

"I suppose"

"And hell, you don't look half bad" his vision was starting to blur from the alcohol and as he looked down at her, he saw another red haired woman staring back at him, one that he hadn't seen in over thirty years. He saw the face of Johnnie Lee

"Couldn't stay away could ya?"

"Sir?" Bronwyn asked, confused.

"Don't you worry darling, I'm gon take real good care a ya and then we'll talk about earnin my forgiveness" he said as he reached beneath Bronwyn's skirt, pulling at her panties while he kissed her roughly on the mouth.

"He can't possibly know what I've done" she thought to herself, he thoughts quickly replaced by maddening lust. He'd never kissed her this way before and when his mouth moved from her lips to roughly sucking her nipples after he'd torn her top and bra open, She wasn't prepared for the sensations that overtook her and she too quickly gave herself over to them. No man had ever used his mouth on her in this way and she thought she'd explode from how amazing it felt. She didn't even complain when he began to bite them harder than should be tolerable or enjoyable until he bit down so hard that he drew blood, causing her to yelp painfully like a wounded puppy but he just clamped his mouth around her bleeding nipple and suckled as if he were being nursed with mother's milk while painfully pinching and twisting the other.

Penetration was so fast that she didn't know it was coming but she screamed like a banshee. He tore though her hymen brutally, forcing as much as he could of his freakishly large member inside her before he began moving indelicately in and out.

"Harlan…please" she cried. He told her it would hurt. She wish she'd believed him.

"Take it all!" he demanded as he continued to pound her. After a short while she was surprised when she began to feel some pleasure instead of just pain and help tight to him as an incredible pressure began to build deep inside her walls and she couldn't help but cry at how amazing it felt.

"Oh please keep doing that sir. Please, please, please…" she begged over and over, her nails raking his back as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"You like the way daddy's fuckin his little girl?"

"Yes Daddy, god yes!" she screamed. Within minutes she'd had her very first orgasm and wanted nothing more that to sleep afterwards but Harlan was relentless and kept going long after she'd had her fill and the pleasurable aspect had disappeared and she began begging him to stop. He came one last time, pushing deep inside her as he spilled himself, her own final orgasm hitting so powerfully that she nearly passed out from the intensity but had a huge smile on her face nonetheless, having no idea that she'd just had sex with her own father.

Down the hall before she herself began dozing off Olivia listened for what seemed forever while Bronwyn screamed, professing her love for Harlan again and again and Olivia knew right then that just as quickly as she'd gained her ally, she'd lost it because back in the bedroom had fallen fast asleep, with one thought in her head as she drifted off; that there was no way she would possibly betray Harlan now, no matter how terrible she felt about what he was doing but she was so drunk off of their lovemaking that she completely forgot that she'd given the scalpel back to Olivia. Good thing Bronwyn was a very heavy sleeper.

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Harlan made his way back downstairs and poured himself another drink; things had just gone way further than he intended. The plan was simply to get her money after a year and be done with it. He was never supposed to sleep with her but now that he did, well, he was seriously thinking that it wasn't the worst thing he's ever done.

"Hell, ain't nothin wrong with new pussy… course it ain't as good as experienced pussy" he laughed "and I just so happen to have the best of both worlds!" he gloated as he raised the glass to his lips but put it down before he could take a sip.

"I think I'll go get balls deep in it right now!" he said as he headed back upstairs.

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By the time Olivia woke up and noticed the last lock turn it was too late, Harlan had he face-down on the bed and had pinned her arms above her head, holding both her wrists in and iron grip while he forced her legs apart and pushed himself inside.

Once again she found herself screaming and fighting to throw him off but only caused herself more pain the more she resisted. She might as well have been trying to buck a car off her back for all the good it did but this time she wouldn't stop and the harder she fought, the rougher he got until instead of screams, sobs ripped from her throat at the searing pain that sliced through her with each and every unforgiving thrust until he came.

"So help me God, I'm gonna kill you!" she cried brokenly, bitterly

"Well ain't that sweet?" he mocked in his most condescending tone "Tell you what darlin" he said as he kissed her neck, stroking her between her legs while she sobbed beneath him "Cuz you're so damn cute when you're making threats and all, I'm gon let you chose what hole I fuck next. So what's it gon be? you want it in that pretty ass or that pretty mouth? And if you don't choose, I get both"

She suddenly swallowed her tears at the ultimatum, inhaling and releasing a shaky breath before she answered almost as if without question in a voice that was far too calm.

"My mouth"

"Excellent choice" he smiled as he got up, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her from the bed onto the floor. She gave a strangled cry at the pain that shot through her injured leg when it hit the hard wood.

"On your goddamn knees!" he demanded. Shakily, she rose up on her knees, biting back the pain in her leg, steeling her nerves at the same time. He yanked he hair one more time, using the other hand to grab his member and push it in her face as the door keys, unnoticed by him dangled from his pocket.

"Nice and clean slut!" he said in his final demand before releasing her hair and leaning his head back prepared to enjoy. He let out a moan as he felt her shaky hand wrap around the base of his shaft gripping it firmly as she tugged on it; he licked his lips in anticipation of hers but that wasn't at all what he got. In his strive for dominate her, he never saw her hand dip beneath the pillow when he dragged her to the floor just like he never saw her grab the old scalpel from under it nor did he see it as she dropped her right hand to her side so that he wouldn't. He certainly didn't feel, until it was too late, her raise it as she held what he considered his manhood in her hand and from underneath his balls gave one sharp, clean slice that took the entire unit off.

"That clean enough for you? Daddy!" she seethed as he stood screaming.

"YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" he swung at her but missed as she sliced him across the stomach before he staggered and fell to the floor onto his back still screaming in horrible agony as blood poured like crazy. She still had his member in her hand as she brought the scalpel down into his chest again and again screaming as she stabbed him over and over, his blood all over her as his screams died.

When he stopped moving, she grabbed the keys and his cell phone from his pocket, suddenly noticing what was still in her hand and she dropped it in disgust, along with the scalpel. Ignoring the pain in her leg, she quickly pulled herself up from the floor and ran from the room, making sure to turn each of the locks on the door so that he wouldn't get out then she ran like hell down the hall and down the stairs, making it to the front door.

"He only locks every other lock…starting with the top one"

She literally shook as she reached out and turned the first lock, then the third, then the fifth. Her heart pounding and unable to stop her tears as she turned the doorknob and pulled.

"Oh God!" she sobbed when the door opened, nearly falling to her knees with relief but she knew that she couldn't afford it and ran from the house after slamming the door, as fast as her tired body and injured leg could carry her. she didn't care that it was pouring down rain and that she was wearing nothing but a nightgown, not even shoes on her feet; she kept running through the darkness, the bright light of the moon her only guide. She was free, finally she was free from her hell, but she knew that it wouldn't be real until she was safe and she kept running until she could see the road then she stopped when her stomach told her she had to and she fell to her knees and began throwing up.

Her stomach went three times before she fell back against a tree and with trembling hands she dialed the only number her frightened mind could think of right now and prayed that the rain hadn't damaged the phone as she staggered to her feet, her leg throbbing. It took a while to connect but when the line on the other end began to ring she broke into sobs again.

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"Tutuola" Fin answered, he heard nothing but static from the other end and what sounded like crying but he couldn't make anything out "Hello?" still nothing "Who the hell is this?"

"Fin? Fin it's Liv, can you hear me? Please say you can hear me, please!" she sobbed as she continued alongside the road, crying harder now that she heard the comforting sound of his voice.

"Liv?" it was like he was talking to a ghost. To say he was in shock…this was beyond shock. "If this is a joke… What were we doing when I got shot?"

"Getting coffee at a bodega Fin it's me!" she cried. His heart stopped and he collapsed into his chair and for the first time in three months, tears began falling down his face and he sat at his desk weeping, not caring who saw

"Baby girl, where are you?"

"I don't know…on a road somewhere. Fin… I wanna come home" she sobbed

"I promise, everything will be okay, I'm starting a trace on your signal"

"I don't feel so good"

"Are you hurt?"

"I'm…" she saw an SUV driving toward her when the lightheadedness hit and in a split second she'd fainted, collapsing there on the side of the road. The phone tumbling from her hand and into the grassy woods as the driver came to a stop and got out of the car.

"Baby girl? Liv? Liv talk to me… LIV?" Fin yelled into the phone.

"Holy shit!" The young man exclaimed as he looked down at the unconscious woman on the ground who was soaked to the bone from the rain. From the parts of her that were exposed, he could see that she was covered in cuts, bruises and scars even to her face. he knew that something terrible had happened if she was out here like this in nothing but a thin nightgown. He quickly went back to his car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk, covering Olivia with it before he lifted her in his arms and lay her across his back seat before climbing back into the driver's seat.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get you to the hospital, the nearest one is a couple towns away but we'll be there in no time. Please be okay." He prayed before speeding off down the dark road.

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Soooooo… talk to me. Who saw the Bronwyn twist coming?