I will try to fix you.

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9pm. The Garrison pub.

It was filled with people, smoke and the smell of booze. It reminded Olivia of Sabini's club. Only this was not London. And Olivia was a stranger here. She was dressed in a simple tea dress, hair up and a touch of makeup. But still men in the pub gave her funny looks. It was obvious she wasn't from around here. She checked her watch. Where was Tommy?

She had been thinking all day what she was going to say to him. She breathed heavily. Come on Tommy.

Time still passed. It was now 9.30pm. Olivia was becoming frustrated. Was this all a joke to Tommy? Was he really going to come? Olivia finished of her whiskey, slammed the glass on the table and stormed out of the pub. What a waste of her time.

Olivia walked out of the pub, covering her self with her coat from the cold. She sighed as she looked out into the dark streets of birmingham. Olivia wanted to be back in London. She began to walk down the cobble, smoky street, her heels making the loudest sound against the cobbles. She had only walked a few feet when she heard her someone call for her.

'Excuse me miss?' Olivia turned around to see a man, looking rather drunk. 'Could you tell me the time?' He stumbled closer to her. Olivia looked down at her watch as before she could even speak, the man dragged her down a close alleyway and pinned her against the cold wet wall. Olivia cried. Not again. The man pressed himself against her, roughly lifting her skirts up. She tried to fight back but right now she was weak and any effort was flawed. She cried out again. The man put a filthy hand over her mouth.

'Hey love, don't scream. Can't have any fun if your screaming,' The man spoke. Olivia began to cry as he violated her. Olivia wanted Tommy to show up and beat the man down and rescue her like he always did. But Tommy was no where to be seen. Through the pain, Olivia passed out of the cold cobbled alleyway of Birmingham.

Tommy had been held up. Fucking Russains. He was meant to be meeting Olivia at the pub, it was now 9.45pm. He would be surprised if she was still there. Tommy needed her to explain everything. He needed to know why she did what she did. He was still pissed, but she still cared for her.

Tommy made his way towards the Garrsion. As he opened the doors the room filled with silence. He looked around and Olivia was no where to be seen. He strolled over to the bar.

'Harry, you seen a girl in here? Around 9 ish? Blonde, tall, looks like she isn't from round here?' Tommy explained. The barman nodded his head.

'Aye, she was here. She must have left not long ago.' Tommy thanked the Harry and left the pub. Maybe she was back at Polly's. He would have some serious apologising to do, a woman like Olivia was not someone to take something sitting down.

Tommy strolled down the Birmingham streets. It was quite. He began to light a cigarette when he heard a whimper. He looked around to see where the noise came from. Tommy glanced at the alleyway in front of him and began to investigate. As he stepped closer he looked to see a battered, bloody and bruised Olivia sprawled on the floor. Her dress was torn, blood dripping from her legs. Her porcelain face, covered in bruises. Tommy ran towards her.

'Olivia!' He knelt down and placed a hand over her pulse. She was still breathing. Thank god. He looked at the sight in front of him. If he had been here earlier this wouldn't have happened. Tommy carefully scooped her fragile small frame up in his arms. She was completely out of it. As she picked her up he noticed how small she really had become.

'Come on Liv,' he spoke as the quickly carried her back to Polly's. He was panicking. She need to pull through.

He burst through the door of Polly's home. He ran up the stairs and placed Olivia on his old bed. He heard Pollys footsteps follow. She gasped as she looked at the sight in front of her.

'Fucking hell Tommy! What happened?' Polly shouted. Tommy didn't answer as he  grapped a wet wash cloth and began to clean down the blood that covered her pale skin.

'I don't know Polly, but who ever did it..there fucking dead.' Polly sighed as he watched Tommy clean Olivia up.

'Come on Olivia. Wake up.'

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