I Love You Too

Chapter 13:

Darkness. Everywhere. I can't see anything. I can faintly hear voices. I have no idea what they are saying. I do not try to open my eyes. I want to know what they saying, no I need to. I do not recognize the voices. I feel so weak. I try to move my arm but fail. Everything hurts. I do not have a spot on my body that is not in pain. My mind hurts the most. Dispute all of the physical pain that I am in the emotional pain is worse. I can handle all of the bruises and blood, but not this. My father-in-law must be the person reasonable for this. He is the only person who would want to do this, because I guess raping me was not enough for him.

I hear a voice talk as they approach me, "Oh my god! Is she finally awake!?! Doctor come in here now! She is awake!"

I try to talk but all that comes out are moans. I wish I could speak. I want to talk to Olivia.

"Everything is going to be okay, Melody"

I would recognize that voice anywhere, it's Olivia Pope.

"Her vitals all look good," a women, who I presume is a doctor said.

"Thank god! I was being to wonder if she would ever wake up!" Olivia cried.

What is she taking about? I wonder how long I was knocked out for.

I try to speak again, "Ol.....iv.......ia?" I manage to weakly say.

"It's okay baby. You are going to be fine. You do not need to talk. You have been in a coma for almost a week. You had me really worried," Olivia said.

"She has not left your bed side. Mrs. Pope really cares about you," the doctor women said.

I am so glad to be with Olivia. She stayed with me. She cares. It warms my heart to know that she loves me enough to stay with me. No one else cares this much about me. My own husband is not even here, as far as I can tell. A part of me still loves him. It really hurts that he did not even stay to see if I was alright.

I try to open my eyes again, this time is more successful.

"There are those beautiful blue eyes," Olivia tells me.

I look at Olivia and I can tell that she has been crying. I feel horrible for making her cry. She looks so sad. I want to reach out and hug her so badly.

"Whe....re" I slowly stutter on my words. I have to stop for a minute because I can not make out the words. "Is......Fit...z," I finish.

"He was sitting in here with his father. I made them leave because it had to be one of those bastards that put you in here. Both of them have caused you enough pain to last you a life time. You do not need any more of that in your life. I have seen what they have done to you. I could not sit here and watch the women I love fight for her life, while those men sit here. They do not have to right to be here," Olivia boldly ranted.

Olivia talked with such passion. She really does love me. I can hear it in her voice. I makes me so happy to see how much she cares. I can not explain how happy she makes me. She was scared for my life. Someone actually wants me to live. When I was younger my mother used to tell me that she didn't care if I died. She told me that it would save her money and make people feel bad for her. She only thought of me as a burden. I have never been so sure in my life that someone actually cares about me. Someone loves me. Someone wants me to live.