Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

15.A Much Needed Push

Her heart felt heavy when she finally stepped out of his house, her eyelids wet from tears. All she'd heard from everyone around her since he'd came back was how he'd been no good, and how much trouble he would cause if they were to keep there fling going, but the pain she felt from having to leave him was unbearable.

He was gone for years before he popped back up in town, she'd grown used to him not being around, she sort of learned how to live without him...but walking away from him just seconds ago was the hardest decision she's ever had to make.

Olivia's pulled away, her eyes heavy and her body tired. It'd been three A.M, and she hadn't gotten anywhere. The arduous feeling in writing this story was getting more and more ridiculous to her. The amount of times she'd wrote romance was uncountable, so why the hell was this so hard?

But still, she closed out of her computer and went for a shower. The water worked at her tense body as she rinsed. She ran her fingers through her hair, water running down her face as she scratched through the curly mess.

After her shower, she headed to bed with only one thing on her mind; getting this story finished.

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The next morning, Olivia dressed, made her morning coffee and started back on the chapter she'd left off on. A sigh left her lips when she heard her phone ring. As much as she loved Sasha, she was not loving how she'd call everytime Olivia started back on work.

"Yes sash?"

"Liv..."

"Yes?"

"Girlll..." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Sasha get to the point," she slumped back into her chair, annoyance creeping into her tone.

"He's here," Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"Uhmm...who?"

"Spencer, he's here. At the bar...literally sitting a few seats down from me and Nick."

Olivia's brows furrowed, "you're serious? And...why are you at a bar at ten o'clock in the morning???"

Sasha's voice grew with excitement as she brushed Olivia's last question off, "yess I'm serious. Get your ass down here. Now!"

Olivia stood up from her seat, but then paused,

"What if he's not here for me?"

"Olivia Denise Baker, get your tail down here," Olivia frowned.

"You didn't have to say my government," Sasha groaned.

"Liv please just stop by, I swear you're so god damn hardheaded," Olivia rolled her eyes then clicked off the line. She slipped her shoes on, grabbed her keys, and headed out.

In her car, she sat in silence with her thoughts. Why did he come here? Is this another way to get me back? Or is it just a getaway with his woman?

Her mind was racing. She'd had negative thoughts, positive thoughts, but most of all she was confused. There had to be a reason. And a part of her was starting to think it wasn't because he wanted a romantic vacation with his wife. Why would he come to Vegas of all places for that? Knowing that this was the place she'd abandoned him to. But there was only one way she was going to find out, and it wasn't sitting in her car consuming her brain with questions she didn't have answers to.

After what seemed like hours, Olivia finally came to a stop in front of her local bar. Her hands gripped onto the steering wheel as she looked ahead. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth, as nervousness settled.

She sat there for a minute, thinking, thinking of the outcome of all this; was it really a good idea to go in there, let alone face him? She thought back on her words when she was in L.A.; she'd told him never to contact her, she'd told him she'd never wanted to see his face again, she'd told him she'd never allow herself to fall back into his trap. But here she was.

She got out of her car, her feet taking slow steps towards the entrance. But once she was just a step away from the door, she paused. She couldn't do this. She couldn't face him. She couldn't look him in the eyes and pretend she hadn't made the mistake of leaving him...again. She couldn't—no she wouldn't do that to herself...she wouldn't do that to him. So, she took in a breath, and turned away, heading back to her car.

The car ride back was just as silent as the one before. But this time her mind was empty. And that somewhat let her know she'd made the right decision. She had enough on her plate. Facing him would just fill another empty hole that was waiting for more problems.

To clear her mind completely, she turned up the radio until it was blaring. She sat there, face forward on the road, and drawing her mind of away from all the possible things that could've been if she had took that one step into the bar.
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Three days later...
Around 10:00 am, Olivia had gotten up and started back on writing. Hopefully this time she could actually get something done. Her writing was immediately interrupted when she heard banging on her door. That could only be two people. Yeah, I'm definitely not getting anything done today.

"Yes sas—" Nick cut her off, his hand flying up to her face, as he refused her to speak.

"Let's go," he grabbed her arm, only to have her pull away.

"Uhh, go where??" Nick rolled his eyes, and breathed out a agitated sigh.

"To speak with the guy you've been trying to avoid for three years," she pulled back.

"No."

"No?"

"No." She repeated, a deadpan look on her face.

"Olivia—"

"No. I'm not doing this. I promised myself something back in L.A. and I'm not going back on that. I'm sorry but you're just going to—-"

"Liv," Nick cut in before Sasha could say another word.

"Fuck that Sasha," he turned back to Liv.

"Listen, Olivia. I don't know much about this break up, or if it was even an actual break up. I don't know what went on before I was in your life, and i wasn't there when you went back to L.A., but you're being very fucking decisive. You're a fucking adult. And you're acting like a child. Actually having a conversation with him—even if it is to settle y'all's differences once and for all—wont fucking kill you. Be the twenty five year old fucking woman I know you are and go down to that bar and have a conversation with that man."

"Now, I'm not gonna tell you again. Put some shoes on, grab your purse if you have to, and get in that fucking car. I'll be waiting."

And with that, he walked off, and stern look on his face. Sasha just stared at Liv, then returned to nick's car. Olivia could tell Sasha's long pause, and wide eyes was a warning look. Yes, Nick has gotten annoyed before, even a bit upset. And yes he's definitely had temper tantrums and told her off...but never like that. He was usually playful...and somewhat understanding. But this time, she could tell he was serious. So she grabbed her shoes, her phone and walked out to his car.

Pushy much?!
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Sorry it's been a while. Editing is harder than it seems. But I should be able to post tomorrow. Have a nice night everyone.