Suicidal

Chapter 11

Olivia heard the doorbell ring and she went to answer it. She opened the door with a smile on her face...until she noticed who it was.

"How did you get out?" her voice was shaky.

"Oh sweetheart, don't act surprised. I asked for furlough. Came up with the excuse that my mom was dying of cancer. They believed me and here I am," the male said as he smirked.

"Lewis...please don't do this," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down and saw the gun he had aimed at her stomach.

Lewis barged into the house. Olivia backed up slowly and put her hands up. She can't go through this again. She was just beginning to be happy again.

"What do we have to drink?" Lewis asked as he searched her kitchen for alcohol.

"Why are you doing this?" Olivia's voice was calm. "You know Elliot will be back soon. He just went out to grab some dinner."

"Well he's not here now," Lewis walked over to her and smiled at her. His hand came up and smacked her face...hard. Olivia grabbed the side of her face.

"Please, don't do this."

"Baby, I just want to do to you what you did to me...ruin your life."

He grabbed her roughly by the arm and put the gun to her side. They began to walk out of the house before she spoke up.

"Can I at least use the restroom first?"

"Make it quick," he let go of her arm as she went to the bathroom in her room.

She closed the door and locked it. She then searched her room frantically for a piece of paper and a pen. Something to let Elliot know what happened.

She let out a breath of relief as she grabbed the notebook and pen out of Elliot's nightstand. She wrote 'It's Lewis. He got furlough...somehow. Please find me. I love you.'

She tore the page out and placed it on his nightstand. Lewis began pounding on the door. She unlocked the door and flashed a sarcastic smile at him.

"Took you long enough. Now let's go," he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her towards the door.

He threw her in the passenger seat of his car. He walked around to get in and started the car. He backed out of the driveway and began to drive. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and she cringed.

"What's the matter, sweet cheeks? Not excited to see me?" he looked over at her with a grin on his face.

"You could say that," she continued to look straight ahead.

"I can't stay long, so tonight's going to be special. I have to be back at my place in the morning to go back to prison."

"That's where you should be. I don't understand why they would even believe anything you say."

"I guess they were feeling a little sympathy for me," he laughed.

Olivia sat in silence as they pulled into a hotel. He turned off the car and got out. He opened her door and pulled her out.

He unlocked the hotel room and they both went in. He locked the door behind them. He threw her down on the bed and began to take off her pants.

"I'm begging you...don't do this," she pleaded.

He ignored her comment and pulled her underwear off. He pulled down his pants and underwear. He put it in her and tears slowly rolled down her face.

A few minutes later he was pulling his pants back up. Olivia lay in the bed with tears still streaking her face.

That happened continuously throughout the night. Along with hits to her face. It was finally morning and Olivia lay in silence on the bed.

"Time for me to get going. Gotta get back to prison," he grabbed both sides of her face with his hand and squeezed her cheeks together. He placed a rough kiss on her lips and she was too tired to try to pull away.

The minute the door shut, she picked up the hotel phone and dialed Elliot's number.

"Hello?" he answered. Olivia sat in silence. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me...Olivia," her voice was weak and she began to cry.

"Liv? Where'd that b*****d take you? We've been looking for you all night. Are you okay? Is he gone?" Elliot was so worried about her.

"I'm fine. He took me to the hotel a few minutes from our house. Room 342."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he hung up the phone.

She curled up in a ball on the bed. She stared at the wall and just blanked out.

Elliot got there and busted the door down. He rushed over to the bed. He spoke her name several times and she just didn't answer.

"Call a bus!" he yelled out to Fin, who was waiting in the hall with Amanda and Nick. "Liv, baby, you need to answer me."

She continued to stare at the same place she'd been staring at for the past 15 minutes. She couldn't believe she let this happen again.

"Liv?" Elliot placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah?" she answered weakly.

"I'm so sorry. I should've been there."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," she flashed a smile at him. He knew she wasn't okay. "It happened so many times that I just finally began to block it out."

Elliot's eyes began to tear up as the paramedics rushed in the room and placed her on the stretcher and rushed her to the hospital.

They did a rape kit on her and Fin and Amanda came in and took her statement. She was released her after that was done.

When they got home, Elliot tried to do everything she could possibly need.

"El?" her voice was almost a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let it happen."

"Don't blame yourself," he kissed her forehead and she flinched.

"I'm sorry," she said as his eyes filled with tears. "I'm going to go to sleep."

"Okay," he said as she got up off of the couch.

She lie in bed hating herself for how yesterday played out. She just wanted how she felt to end. She closed her eyes and her thoughts wondered as she slowly fell asleep.

A/N~ i hated to do this...it broke me. i'm sorry guys !! will olivia pull through this ? let me know what you think in the comments !!