well just like everyone else, i was slightly upset with the finale. with that being said, i loved it at the same time. shonda makes things so clear and crisp that you hate her for it. all im going to say is give her time, im sure the whole daddy thing is going to work wonders next season!

now with that being said, this is my take on how i hope it will happen next season. i think this is an awesome idea and i hope you agree. all i can say is keep reading. shit got real yall. shit got real. :)

Freedom. This is truly what it felt like to be freed from..anger...hatred...abandonment. I had a plan and I saw it through. It may be hard but I can do this. I am Olivia Carolynn Pope. I am the poster child for strong women. I smooth out the invisible wrinkles in my white runners top. My ear buds fit snuggly in my ears, pumping faith into my soul. I can be the white hat. I can be the good girl. I'm not what my past says I am. I open the door to the lobby to my apartment building when I blinded by flashes. Even though I can't hear them, I know what they are yelling and screaming. I snatch the bud out as reality punches me in the stomach.

"...sleeping with the President?"

"Are you the mistress?"

"How long were you and the President sleeping together?"

"Was it really you on the sextape from a couple of years back?"

"Is he packing? Kinda looks like it!"

I'm pulled and pushed in one direction to another. I went from such a hopeful time, an optimistic period to a downward spiral. I'm pushed into a limo expecting to see Fitz, here to save me. I'm slapped in the face however when I see my father.

He was here...in D.C. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be here. He didn't deserve to be here! He eyed me from across the limo with typical judgement eyes. Eyes I'd learned at a young age to do everything in my power to avoid. I take a deep breath to stabilize my thoughts. This isn't suppose to happen. Not this way. The plan. We made a plan. He didn't follow the plan!

"Olivia."

"Dad." I answer more emotional than I hoped.

He stared. "Still have the nerves of steel I see."

I tick my head to the side. A way of agreeing with him without verbalizing it. I don't want to verbal agree with him. I wish I didn't have to agree with his at all. No point of giving him the satisfaction.

"Still don't talk much either."

I push my lips together before looking out the window. We're driving in circles.

"Where are we going?"

"Depends on what you tell me."

I turn to my...him with an irritated look. "What do you want?"

"The truth and you."

"You've never wanted me. If you wanted me, you would have told me. You would have never let me walk, jump into a situation that you knew I could never handle!"

"You could have handled everything just find you would have stayed your course. If you would have done you DAMN JOB!" He yelled.

I play with my fingers in my lap. I knew it would come back to this. I knew this was the reason for the visit. "So the story got back you. How'd you find out?"

"Jake has been tailing him since Operation Remmington. But why do I think you know that already?"

"I just put it together." I answer dryly.

"Slow on the uptake. That's what distractions do to you. Slow you down. Dumb you down. Brings your objectivity into question. And you don't want those type of questions to arise."

"Yea, wouldn't want to get thrown in the hole, now would I?"

He studied me for a few seconds then spoke. "I'm on your side Olivia."

"I'm sure you are." I mumbled.

"I am. If you were any other person, you would have been condemned to the hole five years ago."

"I started the campaign like you ordered me too."

"The gentleman, 'Huck' was not apart of that plan. You know that."

"How was I suppose to know he was 613? He was...he needed me."

"You got soft! You got soft and you fuck up! You fuck up your mission, Olivia."

"I did no such thing."

"What was the objective?" He asked calmly.

I frown, tears springing to my eyes. I look away quickly so he won't see my tears.

"What was your objective?" He asked again.

"To get Governor Grant elected."

"Did you succeed in your mission?"

"Yes. He's the president isn't he?"

"I didn't tell you to rig an election! I didn't tell you to commit a felony! To commit damn near an act of treason! You were to get him elected clean."

"Running a dirty campaign like his father, threatening and killing all opposition is not clean!" I yelled.

He looks up from paperwork with that look again. I immediately offer an apology before looking out the window.

"Your objective, since you need reminding, was to use you're skills to get his elected. You have a unique set of skills that no else possess. You had, at your disposal, the best and brightest of the group to assist you in your mission. You have been groomed for as long as you were alive on this earth to be a fixer. You are OUR insider. Like it or not, you are one of us. You are me and I am you. There is no separating us. We are cut from the same cloth. You can't wear the white hat because you were born in darkness. There is no light. There is no God to save you from your sins. All you have is me...and the band."

The familiar brown plain building comes into view as we turn the corner. I gasp at the sight. It had been so long since I was there.

"You're punishing me." I stated as he roughly pushed me into the building. Three men in suits surrounded us in the foyer.

"Don't look at it that way, Heir. I'm refocusing you."

Darkness slipped around me as a bag was placed over my head. I was lifted off my feet and carried down the stairs. I screamed and screamed until my throat was raw. A hand cover my mouth from the outside of the bag. "Shut up, traitor." A harsh voice hissed.

I free fall for a little before hitting a hard surface. Then it was deathly quiet. I whipped the bag off my head where I was met with more darkness. No! He couldn't. He wouldn't. My chest heaved as I tried to calm myself. He wouldn't do this to me. But thats's just it. He would. He could. And he did. He disappeared me. He's punishing me. I screamed until it felt like I ripped my vocal to shreds. I coughed and coughed and coughed until I was to tired to do so. He did it to me. He left me all alone...again.