**I DON'T OWN SCANDAL***

AN: Yeah….I hope you guys done try to kill me…I can't help it! I know I shouldn't be writing any more stories, but my fingers are working tonight. I know I currently have 3 stories that are pending and I am wracking my brain trying to figure out what I wanna do with them but I'm kinda drawing blanks…

ANYWHO…if you know me, you know that this story, like all my others, will be an OLITZ story!

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PS: the theme for this chapter is "Tired" By Kelly price. If you haven't heard the song, read up to the performance and then listen to it as you think back on their history….

XOXO

Location: Detroit, MI

Date: February 20th, 2015

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Liv? Are you ready?"

Olivia Pope jumped at the sound of her lovable annoying redhead friend entering her room. She had started staring in space a lot more lately and Abby probably just wanted to make sure she was ok.

"I'm fine. I'm ready." Liv nodded as she stood. She smoothed out her evening gown, which was fire engine red and strapless, hugging her body in all the right curves. Tonight was supposed to be her fiancé and manager, Edison Davis, birthday gala. Everyone who was anyone was there. Liv had been given a song only 12 hours ago and all but threatened by Edison that it had BETTER be on point.

Everyone, including Abby, wondered, sometimes out loud, why Olivia chose to stay with such a prick. Edison and Olivia had been together for 7 years, dating only 5 of those, and engaged for a mere 7 months.

It was NOT moonlight and roses.

Public humiliation, side chicks with babies, charges for stupid shit, and pleads to stay with him because he would 'do better' are all that filled anyone within 50 feet of this couple's ears. It was pathetic.

"Liv, are you sure you wanna do this?" Abby questioned again.

Liv stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wavy and thick, flowing freely across and down her shoulders and her makeup was flawless. She continued to smooth over the imaginary wrinkles in her dress as she adjusted her 5 inch designer heels. Abby stood back as she watched Liv's reflection in the mirror. Something was….different.

"I'm sure." Liv answered.

Five minutes later, they were making their way toward the stage of the event. Everyone who was anyone was there, and Edison hadn't even been in the room to check on his own fiancé. She didn't seem the least bit worried about it as she sashayed toward the stage, now set up with a live orchestra. Everyone began to take their seats as the lights dimmed. Liv was the star of the evening, and Edison couldn't help but stick his chest out.

/

Fitzgerald Grant took a sip of his champagne. He had been invited to Edison's birthday Gala and since he didn't have much else to do that night, he decided he would recycle one of his already worn expensive tuxes and make an appearance.

The little prick was truly an eyesore. Fitz joked with some of his label buddies that Edison looked like a broke ass Cosby reject on a regular basis. Not only was he a true dick head, but Fitz couldn't help but notice how he made all of the rest of the big time managers seem as low down as he was.

The stereotype for Fitz and his fellow managers, Edison being the reason, was that they were drama filled.

Fitz couldn't understand for the life of him why Edison had made it so far. The only thing he could think of was that the asshole was milking his prize possession for everything she was worth.

Olivia Pope.

Rumor had it that Liv got her big break one evening when she was doing Karaoke with a few friends. Edison, a lucky SOB, just happened to be in the building as she was and the rest was history. Nothing or no one else Edison had touched could even shine a match on the talent and popularity Olivia Pope brought to Edison.

"Fitzgerald Grant." Fitz could swear he felt his ass itch as he heard that all too familiar voice.

"Edison. Happy birthday." Fitz put on a fake smile.

Edison patted Fitz on the back with one hand. Fitz noticed his usual arm candy was missing.

"So, where's that star?" Fitz probed.

"Your guess is as good as mine. But when I find out…" Edison said the last part under his breath, but Fitz heard him.

Fitz had only come into contact with Olivia one time before now. It was at an award show that they just happened to be sitting next to each other during. Fitz was so preoccupied with everything that was going on around him, he honestly didn't notice her a whole lot to even flirt with her, but he witnessed her being verbally abused when he returned from a restroom break and found her with her hand over her face and Edison having switched seats with him. Ever since then, he made sure if he was ever around this couple to play it extremely cool.

Who was her to intervene if she obviously didn't want to be saved.

She didn't…right?

"Come join me at my table, Fitz." Edison invited. Fitz reluctantly obliged, thinking at the very least, he could get a good seat for the show. He knew Edison was trying to show Liv off again and he wondered what it was that kept her with such a loser.

/

The lights dimmed. Everything was set to go. The orchestra took their que from their director and the music began to play. Liv casually strolled onto the stage and took her position in front of her mic. The butterflies in her stomach caused her to want to puke and shout at the same time. She took a relaxing deep breath and when she opened her eyes, she made eye contact with him.

Now or never…she thought.

There's a whole in my heart...
My soul... is bleeding...
I need to free...my mind...
And see what...I'm feeling
Cause Lord knows, Lord knows,
I'm...

(By now, Edison is all ears. He is fuming…this was NOT the song he told her to sing. And what the hell was she talking about?)

(I'm tired)
Tired of the way he treats me
(Tired)
Tired of the guilty feelings (tired)
Tired of the broken dreams (tired)
I'm (tired) tired of the old routines
I'm (tired) tired of the Baby Mamas (tired)
Tired of the ghetto drama (tired)
Tired of the back and forth (tired)
I'm (tired) tired of in and out the courts
I'm (tired) tired of all the games and lies
I'm (tired) tired of phony alibis
I'm (tired) tired of praying that it works
I'm (tired) even tired of going to church
I'm (tired) tired of paying these bills
I'm (tired) said I'm tired of keeping it real
I'm (tired) tired of crying (tired)
and I'm tired of smiling (tired)
I'm tired of all the haters
I'm (tired) I'm tired of all the players
I'm (tired) tired of the games
I'm so tired (tired)
Cause it's about to drive me insane (tired)
And Oh I'm so tired of taking it (tired)
Said yeah I'm so tired of faking it (tired)
Cause you don't do it for me no more (tired)
You just don't do it no more (tired)
I'm tired of being wronged and doing right
(tired)
Said I'm tired of keeping peace in time to fight (tired)
I'm tired of letting go, then holding on (tired)
I'm tired of feeling weak and being strong (tired)
So let me hear if you tired (tired)
Gotta make some noise if you tired (tired)
Oh throw them up if you tired (tired)
Oh wave your hands if you're tired

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Let it go!

GO, GO, GO, GO

By the time Liv got to the end of her song, every female in the audience was now on their feet. Hooping, hollering, clapping, applauding, whistling, hands in the air….Liv felt excited. She finally did what she set out to do. After paying the orchestra a bit extra to play her original piece and keeping this a secret from pretty much everyone in her life, Olivia finally felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. All she could do was smile.

Edison looked like he could very well have smoke coming from his ears.

Fitz sat back, trying to contain his laughter at Edison. The poor sap really had it coming. Sadly, he knew this had to have taken some toll on Liv so when Edison stood to dodge all the stares and laughter, Fitz wasn't too far from his heels.

As Fitz approached the dressing room, he noticed the snappy red head known as Olivia's friend standing guard outside the door.

"What the hell was that? What the FUCK is your problem?"

"MY PROBLEM!? Are you INSANE? DID YOU NOT GET THE FUCKING MEMO? I QUIT!

Abby glanced up from her shoes and met the eyes of Fitz.

"Grant. How are you?" Abby asked.

"I'm good. I was honestly just coming to check on her…I saw her performance." Fitz stated.

"Like hell you do! YOU WILL NOT WALK OUT ON ME LIKE THIS. WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THIS…WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET SUCH A BULLSHIT SONG?"

"Funny….you seem to be the only one who didn't like it."

Abby nodded.

"I just hope this doesn't get too ugly. Liv has had this crazy look in her eyes for weeks. I bet she was planning this the entire time."

"About time." Fitz stated before he thought twice about what he was saying.

Abby smiled. She was about to say something else when the sound of glass breaking shattered their conversation. Fitz didn't even have a second to think because once they heard that, he moved Red out of the way and stormed into the room. He saw Edison lying on the floor crying as if he balls had retreated back into his stomach. He smiled for a millisecond, but when he looked at Olivia, his heart shattered right along with the mirror directly behind her.

She had a scar on her face going down her cheek, and her arm appeared to be bleeding. Fitz stepped over Edison and grabbed Olivia by the ok arm. He pulled her into his embrace on instinct and within a blur of approximately 7 minutes, they were in his limo and away from the premises.

AN: Stopping here. SO…what did yall think? What should Liv and Fitz do? They are in the car…should they go to the hospital? Back to his place? Think it's a good idea? ANY ideas and suggestions for this story are open for discussion. Haha….

IF you haven't heard that song by Kelly Price, DON'T listen to it if you are going thru some drama with ya man! Hahaha (seriously one of my all-time favorite songs)

Review and let me know if I should continue!

Happy Reading!

XOXO