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Olivia's POV

After I got out of the hospital, I went to the precinct and gave my statement. As I spoke, I could remember each minute—every second—that I spent with Lewis over the last four days. It made me skin crawl and I felt disgusting. After I finished Cassidy got me out of here. He took me his place, rather than the hotel they wanted to put me up in, at my request.

I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and took a breath.

"Do you want me to go get you some stuff? Clothes and maybe some food?" He asks me and I replied only with a nod. I did need clothes and other stuff. I would be here for a while and there was no way in hell I was going back to my apartment anytime soon.

"I'll be back soon, babe."

I nodded.

I took a breath as slowly fell back onto the bed.

The first moment in days that I was alone in silence. The first moment in days where I should be able to breathe. But I felt like I'm just going to drown in my own thoughts.

I turned on the shower. I stripped and got in. I stood there as the hot water streamed down my body. I could still see Lewis' face as he continuously tortured me when I shut my eyes. I opened them again. Every time I shut them, all I see is Lewis.

I feel like I'm slowly dying.

I was in clean clothes I got from Brian's drawers. I sat on bed and tried not to think about him, all I could see was his face. That smirk as he would light a cigarette and put it on me. When he would laugh as he put the scolding hot hangers. Or when he would put his mouth on me and his hands would run up and down my body, making me wanting to jump out of skin.

He's in prison now, but Lewis is stuck in my head.

I sit here alone.

I will mostly likely deny it, if anyone asked if I wanted them to stay, but I don't want that.

The thought of being alone makes me only think of my time alone with Lewis.

I stared at the bag in the corner.

I go over and pick up Brian's cell phone. Before finally, dialing a number, I tried to figure out what to say. I couldn't think of what to say exactly. But I dialed the number, so I knew something would come out of my mouth.

It kept ringing until it went to voicemail.

"Leave a message after the beep."

It beeped.

"Hi it's me—Olivia. And I—I didn't know who else to call. I know you've probably heard what happened and I'm alright, I guess. I'm alive. I should be lucky, I guess. Anyways, I haven't heard from you in two years now. I don't know where you are and how you are. But I know one thing and that I could always talk to you about anything. I'm sitting here all alone. But I'll be okay. I know you probably won't listen to this and maybe you won't care. You've probably moved on by now, but I just—I just really wanted to talk to you. I miss you and I uh—I need you. I need the man who was my partner for over a decade. I need the man that knew me better than anyone. I really just need you now." I said for the message, my voice breaking near the end until my eyes became blurry with the tears. I then started to cry.

Then I heard this noise over the phone; rustling.

"Liv?" Elliot answered.

A/N: This came into my head after rewatching "Surrender Benson". I know it's short, but if you want this can be continued. If you want more, please don't forget to review!