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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - the reveal
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 Sister Maggie had retrieved half an hour earlier was still grasped in Olivia's hand, it had been twirled, spun, aggressively stared at and almost crushed in frustration. The wolf had been trying to force herself to call the number that belonged to Alias Investigations; she needed to speak to Jessica, reassure her friend that she was okay, so why was she hesitating?
The main reason was laying on the bed that was beside her; Matt's breathing had returned to the hollow and hoarse breaths that struggled to escape his swollen throat. After all, earlier that day he had stopped breathing, thankfully the insanely skilled nuns helped him and evened out his breathing as best they could but even Olivia couldn't hide the fact that fear and hopelessness gripped at her.
To sum it up, she didn't want people to know she had lived if Matt didn't. It just didn't feel right; another life lost and yet hers was to continue; she couldn't do it again. But Jessica deserved to know; knowing the P.I as well as she did, Olivia just knew that Jessica was probably nursing a bottle of whiskey and drinking away her guilt. The duo had that in common.
She couldn't put it off any longer. She moved her thumb and swiped at the screen before typing in the number she knew by heart. One ring passed... another... and another before finally the line picked up. Usually, the phone would be answered with a professional 'Alias investigations', but no, this time Olivia was greeted with a small beat of silence, the sloshing of liquid in a glass bottle as it was slammed against the desk and a grim "What?" Sounded out.
"Hi, Jess." Olivia breathed as she spoke, her heart aching at the tone of her friend's voice.
There was a pause, a sound of movement followed by the sound of a smash; clearly the P.I had been shocked into dropping her drink onto the ground. "Fuck." The woman swore before regaining her focus. "Liv?"
"It's me, Jess."
"You're alive?"
"Just about-"
The P.I cut her off as she pulled on her jacket and raced out of the door. "Where are you?!" Her words were slurred and Olivia could hear the woman's foot clad feet slamming heavily on the ground as she ran out of the building.
"Clinton Church. Jess, you don't need-"
"I don't need to come? The hell I don't, Olivia." The super spoke, her tone hard and leaving Olivia with no room to argue.
