I Need Saving [A Bensler FanFic- Editing]

Chapter 3 [Edited]

"You are mine now! Just lay there you dirty whore!" Will shouted as he hit me.

"Will! Stop it!" I cried, but it wasn't going to work. He sat there, doing what he had always done to me.

"Maybe I should take you with me," He growled, as he pulled a gun out and placed it on my forehead. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, and I thought this was the end.

Using his free hand, Will felt me help until I cried out.

"Will! I'll go with you! Just don't kill me! Emily needs me! Do you really want to kill me and your child?" I cried. He looked at me, and for once I saw his green eyes change from rage to pain.

"Oh. God!" He screamed as he stood slowly. Will backed himself into a corner and placed the gun to his head. A bright flash came, but no sound. I watched as his lifeless body slipped down the wall.

I woke up with tears on my cheeks, but no screams were coming from my mouth. It had been 6 months since Will hurt me again, and I was still suffering. 

I shifted out of bed as quietly as possible before walking over to the bassinet in the corner. I looked down at my daughter, Faith Margaret, and caressed her cheek gently. I left my bedroom and went to check on Emily, caressing her cheek as I had done to her baby sister. 

I ended up for most of the night. Elliot woke up to check on the kids, and he found me on the couch.

"Love?" He asked, and I looked up and smiled softly at him.

"The girls are both asleep, and I changed Faith's diaper," I replied, and he nodded. He walked over and sank down next to me on the couch, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me softly before we started to cuddle. 

"I woke up to a nightmare," I said, wanting to be honest with my fiancé.

"About Will?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah. I just want them to go away. Forever," I mumbled.

"Liv, I know you don't want to... but maybe some therapy may help," Elliot offered his hand gently smoothing my hair.

"I just don't want to be treated like a victim anymore, El. I just want to forget about everything." 

"Let's get married," Elliot blurted out. I stood up quickly and turned to look at him with shock-filled eyes.

"Elliot, really? I know we were waiting, or at least trying to wait," I whispered.

"I know, but it might help you. I just don't want to see you cry anymore. Or to hear you scream from the nightmares. I just want to have my Liv," He stated. I nodded and strolled back over to the couch. Elliot pulled me onto his lap and held me close, only parting when Faith cried from our bedroom.

"She always seems to know when we are spending time together." 

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Carrying Emily on my hip and holding Faith's car seat in my free hand, we took the elevator to visit Elliot. I was in desperate need of his comfort right now.

"Daddy?" Emily asked me, and I looked over at her and smiled.

"Yeah! We are going to see Daddy," I replied, as the elevator doors opened. Once we passed those boarding the elevator, I sat Emily on her feet and she quickly made her way into the squad room, squealing daddy with each step.

"Hey, princess!" Elliot exclaimed, smiling at the little girl who adored him.

"She missed you so I decided to come down and visit," I spoke, but the moment Elliot looked at me he knew I was lying.