I Need Saving [A Bensler FanFic- Editing]

Chapter 5 [Edited]

"Liv, you need to wake up and take a shower," Elliot spoke, as he tried to shake me awake.

"I don't wanna," I grumbled. I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head, blocking out the outside world.

"Babe, you haven't gotten out of bed for a week. You need to shower and try to eat something," Elliot replied gently. No matter how understanding he was trying to be, I could hear the irritation in his voice.

"I can't," I whispered, as Elliot ripped the blankets away from my face.

"Why not?" Elliot demanded as he stared down at my tear-stained face.

"I just can't," I whimpered, as more tears slipped down my cheeks. Elliot frowned deeply, his fingers gently caressing my cheek.

"We have a daughter out there that needs you. You are the only person she cries for... I know you are grieving, and so am I. Liv, you are stronger than this," Elliot whispered. I sat up quickly, shoving his hands away from me as tears of sadness turned into hot, angry tears.

"How dare you?! I'm allowed to be like this! I'm allowed to grieve the loss of my baby! Just leave me alone!" I screamed. Elliot took a step back, his face growing red with anger.

"Olivia, I'm not telling you to not act like this, not to grieve. I'm telling you that Emily and I need you. You need someone too. So just let me help you," Elliot hissed, his voice full of disgust. I wasn't used to him treating me like this, and I hated it.

"Go to hell," I spat, as I scrambled out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I slammed the door and quickly turned on the shower as sobs shook my body.

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When Elliot arrived home that night, I was sitting on the couch with Emily. She was mumbling some story to me as she shoved goldfish crackers into her mouth.

"Uh, hey," Elliot breathed, as he tried to hide how surprised he was that I wasn't in my bed. I was actually trying to be a mother to our daughter.

"I need help... I want help," I whispered, as he came and sat beside us.

"Grief therapy?"

"I need to do something to make me feel better. I want a life with you, and I don't want our daughter to remember me this sad and lifeless," I replied quietly. Elliot is my soulmate, and I don't want to just float through our life together because I'm buried so deeply beneath the loss of Faith.

"We can get you some help. If you are fine with it, I think that I'll get some help myself. We both have a lot to unpack after Faith's passing," Elliot smiled softly.

"Thanks, El," I whispered, before leaning close and placing a shaky kiss on his lips.

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Grief therapy was a lot harder than I had anticipated. I cried a lot more than usual, and I really didn't know if it was helping. Elliot noticed that after the first session, I came home and was completely silent. I couldn't talk to anyone and ended up sleeping in the rocking chair in Emily's room instead of in the arms of my partner.

"Elliot is Faith's father, correct?" My therapist asked. I took a shaky breath and shook my head.

"No, she and Emily have the same father," I replied. He nodded slowly before deciding to dig deeper into my past.

"Did their father abuse you?" He questioned, and I wanted to punch my therapist. Will was the last person I wanted to discuss.

"I don't want to discuss him," I replied stubbornly.

"It might help to discuss it, Olivia."

"You are gonna make me talk about him, aren't you?" I grumbled.