"No, I need you to leave now." I say to Liv. She goes to the door. "And don't tell anybody. Tell them you checked on me and I'm fine. Trust me Liv." I say, trying to be convincing. She nods and opens the door. "I'm sorry." She says softly, before closing the door. I cover my mouth to try and hide my sobs. I go in the kitchen to get out my scotch. I take a swig, straight from the bottle. The taste automatically throws me back to that night. I throw the bottle on the ground and slide down the wall. I learn over and find a big piece of glass. I pick it up and stand. Not wanting Frannie to step on the glass, I grab a broom and dustpan. I hear a creek out in the hallway by my door. My body begins to tremble. "He knows where I live, he probably came back." I think to myself. I hear the door handle jiggle. I quickly throw myself down onto the floor, into the glass. I scoot across it so nobody can see me if they walk in. "Manda? It's Fin." He says. I exhale quietly. "Hey, you home?" He asks, knocking again. I stay quiet, hoping he goes away. I hear him breath out and footstep. He leaves and I stand up. I notice I'm bleeding. I grab a towel and press it to my arm. I find some gauze and wrap it. I continue to pick up the glass.
When I'm finished, I sit on the couch with Frannie. I nod off a few minutes later.
Dream
Instead of Frannie sitting on the couch with me, it's a small girl. I look over to her. "I'm sorry mommy." She says, and disappears.
End dream
I wake up and I'm sitting in a pool of blood. I cover my mouth. I get up and take my pants and underwear off. I put a pad on, along with a new pair of underwear and pants. I grab my keys. I head down the steps of my building. I see the door and freeze. I take a deep breath and try and walk out. I put my hand on the door handle. I can't do this. Not tonight. I take my hand off the door, and head back upstairs. I open my door and lock it behind me. I throw my keys on the counter and grab a glass from the dishwasher. I fill it with water and take a giant gulp. I grab bleach and an old towel, and start scrubbing at the couch.
After 30 minutes and little to no result, I decide it's a lost cause and just flip it. I put the bleach away and throw the towel away. I sit on the couch, hoping to doze off. Frannie lays next to me.
An hour and a half later, I decide it's not even worth trying. I get up and look at the clock. 4:48am. I'd normally be getting up now anyway. I grab a towel out of the linen closet and go into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and get in.
When I'm finished with my shower I call Liv.
"Amanda?" She asks.
"Yeah, it's me. I just wanted to apologize for the other night." I say, trying to hold back tears. "It's okay, what happened?" She asks. I sigh, trying to think of a response. I don't want her to know what really happened. I know she'd blame herself. "It's nothing, Okay?" I say, hoping she takes that as an answer. "Can I come over?" She asks. I go into the bathroom and look at myself. My eye has healed considerably fast. It's still bruised, but it isn't swollen shut anymore. "If you do, no questions." I say. "No questio-" she starts. "No questions about how I look." I say. She sighs loud enough for me to hear. "Okay, no questions." She says. "Be there in 20." She says. I get some dinner started, and put on some decent clothes.
20 minutes later, I hear the door jiggle. I freeze for a minute, until I realize it's just Liv. The door swigs open, and she comes in carrying bags of alcohol and icecream. I smirk and help her in. "I figured with whatever happened, you could use a pick me up." She says smiling. I smile and take a deep breath. "So, how are you?" She asks. I go back to the food on the stove. "I'm fine, is chicken breast okay?" I ask, changing the subject. "Yeah, that's fine. She pours me a glass of Pinot Grigio. "I miss you," I start. I look down at my feet. "I love you Liv," I say. Making sure I'm finish, she responds, "I miss you too Amanda, I miss you so much." She says, taking my hands. I try not to cry, I pull her close to me. I pull her face into mine. Our foreheads together, she closes the space between us by kissing me. I don't fight it. I need it. I need her. I need something good in my life again, and fighting her isn't going to make things better. I love her, and I'm not going to waste another minute of my life without her.
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Fanfiction3 weeks after Olivia is rescued from sealview, Elliot starts to notice that something is off with her. This is a shitty summary but this is what I think would have happened if Olivia ever told Elliot about what happened in the basement.
