She is trapped in there with him and with no way to escape. His rough hands are roaming all over her body. She can not let him rape her! Yet, if she fights him, she would be costing her love his life. That is not something that she could ever live with.
“You really are exquisite.” He murmurs, running the back of his knuckles down the side of her neck.
She just sat there, staring at the wall over his shoulder, trying to distract herelf from the icky sensation of his touch on her skin. But he roughly presses his his knuckle into the pulse at the base of her neck, his fingers digging in and making her
Owen moves beside his father as they head out into the darkness in search of the unknown figure that his mother saw. Neither of them have weapons, since Owen does not keep any at the house for far that the town's people would somehow know and that it would confirm every bad thought that they had about him. He does not want to confirm their lowest opinions of him, so he inhibits himself to please people that will never stop judging him. Although that realization is a nice little break through, it is not really very helpful to them at the moment, as they go to face a killer without a way to defend themselves.
“He was with me all night.” Liv says immediately, the second that the sheriff comes into the living room, where Liv, Lacey, Jack and Jesse are sitting. “Okay.” The sheriff says with a nod. “Please, everyone have a seat.” Andy moves over to a chair and sits down, pulling Lacey into his lap. Jack sits on the arm of their chair. The sheriff takes the wooden rocking chair that sits under the window. That leaves the couch for Owen, Liv and Jasse. That leaves Liv nestled between Owen and Jesse.
Owen was in his room later that evening, looking throught the clothes in his closet to see if he had anything nice enough to wear to this bizarre meeting with the killer. The meeting that no one in his family wants him to attend. Liv sits on the bed watching him, anger in every line of her body. She did not offer to help him sneak pass Lacey, but she also has not threatened to turn him in to his mom, so he counts that as a win. She is neutral on the subject. Or so he thought.
Liv watched Owen go down and an involuntary scream left her lips. “Owen!” She slides from the chair to fall at her knees, rolling him towards her and cradling his head on her lap. “Owen, honey, wake up!” She pats his cheek roughly and his eyelids flutter. The back of his head is bleeding and she can feel it seeping through her pants leg. She looks up at the person who hit him, ready to light into them when she notices the gun pointed at her face.
“Liv!” Owen's hart stops beating in his chest when he hears the deafening sound of the gun going off and he sees Liv fall backwards to the ground. He hears her cry out in pain and his stomach knots up. He can not breath and he feels his throat tightening up when she does not move. “No. No, no, no! Liv, get up, baby! Get up!” Owen cries, looking at her.
Owen spends three days and nights beside her bed, not leaving and barely eating. He has not showered or shaved. He changed clothes in her attached bathroom and gave himself a wash rag bath so that he would not stink, but that is the most that he would do. He would not leave her side for anything. Andy and Lacey brought him food and drinks. Jack and Andy ran the motel for him while Lacey spent her days at his side, keeping him company. Jesse and the sheriff got a story from Taylor, but it was all kinds of wrong. She claimed that Owen kidnapped her, with the hel
Owen could only stare at Liv, as she lay there in the bed with her beautiful teal eyes looking up at him, watching his every move. He stares back at her, almost not brave enough to believe that this is actually real, in case it his just his mind playing tricks on him. “Owen?” She is blinking at him, with tears on her lashes and he can not stand it. He rushes over to her and leans over her head, brushing the small beads from her eyes. “You are okay, baby!”
Liv looks around at all of the people shoved into her tiny hospital room. She is fighting back a panic attack and she knows that Owen is doing the same. He hates being around people and he hates talking about his past. She understands this and she thinks that he is so brave for being willing to even do this in the first place. She is so beyond proud of him. She is trying not to freak out by how hemmed in she feels. Like Owen, she does not do well in crowds. But if she is on her feet and able to move around, she can usually always