Never Her

Eighteen

As Elliot closed the door, the blonde girl approached him slowly with a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Who is that woman out there? She didn't look too pleased to see you." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed at his jaw. 

Elliot looked down at the woman and smirked, "She's nobody important." 

The woman smiled and kissed him deeply before they moved to the bed. 

From the living room, Olivia sat on the couch stunned. She couldn't wrap her brain around the fact that her husband was about to have an affair practically right in front of her. She didn't understand how he could stoop this low to hurt her. Out of everything he had done to her over the last week, this hurt her the worst. It was the worst betrayal that she had ever felt. 

Olivia couldn't sit still any longer. She got up and started pacing in the living room and into the kitchen. What does one do in this situation? She stopped for a second and thought about trying to stop what was about to happen but decided against it. Olivia had no idea what Elliot would do to her. 

As Olivia walking back towards the living room, she heard a noise coming from the bedroom. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at their bedroom door. "Oh, Elliot!" She heard the girl yell. 

Olivia felt herself bust into tears as panicked. She went into the kids room and slammed the door. She sat on the edge of Lizzie's bed and cried. Soon, she realized she made a big mistake of coming into this room. She could hear everything clear as day. 

She laid back on the bed and let the tears freely fall. Not only was Elliot cheating on her with her there, he is doing it in their bedroom and in their bed. The only reason he was doing it was because he thought she was having an affair when she wasn't. She never would. 

Olivia dug her hands into her eyes and pulled at her hair as the moans get louder and more consistent. She could hear Elliot encouraging her. She couldn't help but wonder what they were doing. She just hoped that they were using protection. Not only because of her young age and possible pregnancy, but she had no idea where Elliot picked up this random girl. He was putting himself at risk for diseases. 

She put the closest pillow over her head to try and block it out as much as she could. Soon, she realized it had gotten quiet and it might be over. She took the pillow away and waited a second but didn't hear anything. She got up and went to the doorway and stood there to see if they were coming out.

Just then, the door opened and the blonde walked out with a half naked Elliot behind her. Olivia did a once over of the blonde and shook her head. Her neck and jaw was covered in bite marks and hickeys. Her hair was a mess and she had makeup smeared across her face. She was in complete dissaray. 

Elliot ignored her completely as he walked the girl out of the house. There was barely any sort of goodbye as the woman left. 

Olivia walked down the hallway with her arms crossed tightly over her chest after wiping the tears away. 

He went into the kitchen and swiped a beer from the fridge. He stared at her as if he was waiting for her to say something. He knew exactly how much this was getting to her. The one thing she always told him was that she wouldn't stand being cheated on. She had been cheated on in every relationship she had ever been apart of. It had crushed her self-esteem because she didn't think she was someone that was worth it. But, when they got married, he showed her how much she was worth love. He had been the only person who had ever been kind to her in a relationship. That is why she couldn't believe everything he put her through in the last week and couldn't believe that he slept with another woman. She couldn't help but believe that she was the person who drove people to treat her like shit. 

"Who was she?" Olivia asks quietly. All she wanted was to know if he had been safe because she cared so deeply about him. 

Elliot laughed and took a long chug of his beer. "Why does it matter to you?" He asks her. "You get so sleep with whoever you want, but I can't?" 

She shook her head and dropped her arms. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I didn't sleep with anybody!" She exclaims. The frustration was clear in her voice because she had no idea what else she could do to tell him she didn't do it. She didn't understand why he just didn't believe her. Olivia had never given him a reason to think that she would step out of their marriage. Elliot just continued to laugh at her. 

"Please, just tell me you wore protection, El." Olivia says rubbing her forehead roughly. 

He puts his beer down and crosses his arms, glaring at her. "Why the fuck does it matter to you, Olivia? Are you worried she is going to give the baby you couldn't because you're a failure of a wife?" He critizied. 

Olivia closed her eyes tightly and let out a deep breath. She didn't want to antagonize him and make things worse. 

"Or are you just worried that she had better pussy than you?" He snarled as he approached her. "Because let me tell you, Olivia, she was better in bed than you could ever imagine." He stares her down, waiting for her reaction. 

"She was better in bed than you could ever be. Nice and thin hips. Perfect ass. Perfect tits. All unlike you. I don't even know why I married you." He continued mocking her. 

Olivia couldn't stop her tears from falling. She didn't want to continue showing how much his words were affecting her but she couldn't help it. It was hurting her so deeply. It felt like he stuck a knife right in her heart and it felt like he kept twisting the knife over and over again. 

Elliot walked right past her and sat down on the couch. Without saying anything else, he turned on the TV like nothing ever happened.

She stood there for a few moments before she felt brave enough to ask for her phone back. "Give me my phone, Elliot." 

Elliot didn't even look at her as he dug her phone, wallet, and keys out of his pocket. He haphazrdly threw them at her. Olivia watched as they hit the floor. She quickly scooped them up and went into the kids room. There was no way she could go into their room. She didn't even want to go in and change her clothes.

Olivia laid down in the bed and opened a text message to Cragen. "Olivia: I am coming back to work tomorrow." 

She placed the phone down and stared at the wall. Tomorrow she would go back to work. She debated on telling Cragen everything that was going on. She knew she needed help because it was obvious Elliot wasn't going to stop and she couldn't live her life like this any longer.