My Undoing

Chapter 9-Ownership

Leo's P.o.v

Standing in my office I'm overcome with fear,guilt and wonder if she's ok.What the hell is wrong with her, with me. She was covered in blood, how could she be so stupid and not watch where sje was going. Her lips, her beautiful lips were drowning in blood, I've never felt so helpless when she looked to for comfort and couldn't give it to her.What the f**k am I saying, she should know better especially at work with everyone watching, did she do this on purpose to get a reaction or sympathy from me....No did you see her face when she realized she was bleeding. And Blake, f**king Blake. He was all over her, calling her by her first name. He was pressing up against her and she ate it up.

What is wrong with me? What is this b*tch doing to me? No it's not her, it's Blake. He thinks he can just walk in and take what belongs to me....my company, Olivia. My Livia, she must be losing her mind I know she hates hospitals and blood ever since her mom....No stop get your sh*t together.

Should I see her? No... what if people see, I bet she's still at the hospital and I bet Blake is still hovering over her. I bet she is loving the attention too.I saw the way she looked at him, and how he caressed her face. It took all my strength not to beat the sh*t out of him but then everyone would be left wondering why. And so am I...

Sitting on the edge of my couch clutching my cell..."Should I call her? No she couldn't even talk i***t. Should I text her just to make sure she's okay?...." I let out a frustrated sigh. Biting my lower lip I struggle to think of what I should do..Finally I grab my jacket and keys and head downstairs to the parking garage. I get in and put her address into my phone.What if she needs something? Ice or something to eat ,I pull over and make a stop at the store. I pick up a couple of ice packs, wome bottles of the flavored water I've seen her drink before , some soup then I see them. Tiger lillies... I know they're her favorite , she even has a tattoo of them on her back. They have lavender and white roses. I know she hates red roses but loves white ones , I remember hearing her say that to that redhead in accounts. I get 2 bouquets. It's not bad if I get them friends get friends flowers when they're hurt right? Wait are we even friends? I know we were back then but now? I wrestle with the thought and pay for everything and get back in the car and drive.

Once I reach her building I realize I've never actually been here before. I speak to the building manager and tell him how Olivia has been in an accident and needed to get into her place. He was hesitant so I gave him $200 and he let me in. F*cking i***t, what if I was a murderer or I was stalkong her?..Once I'm inside I shut the door and lock it. I put everything on the kitchen counterand see if I can find a vase. That's when I start looking at her place. It's small ,like shoebox small and now I know why I've never been here before. Was she embarrassed of her tiny apartment? It's small and there's not much furniture but everything screams Olivia. Theres some framed artwork on the walls by a bunch of nobodys and her small army green sofa is obviously second hand. I walk into her bedroom and see the small photographs on the wall, all of her and her mom. There are some photos of people I don't know and then I see a photo that catches my eye. It's a small photo of me and her when we were 17. Why does she have this? Does that mean he likes having things that remind her of me .

I put the picture frame back on her desk and look around.. There all clothes everywhere like she threw them around in frustration I had to let out a small chuckle.My Livia, what the f**k am I gonna do with you? I pick her clothes up and gather the ones on her bed and start to fold them. .."This way she can just get home and lie down ..." I don't know where to put them so I put them in the small patterened chair in the corner of the room and take a seat at the egde of her bed. I look around. Her room like the rest of her apartment is small but warm, like her. It smells like her, vanilla and berries. I see a small vase with fake flowers in them and decide to swipe it off the desk. Maybe I could get her some new furniture.. who am I kidding she would never take it. I manage to find a small pot and heat up her soup. I wash her dishes, it'll be one less thing for her to do.

I put the flowers in the vase and put them on the small, scratched table by her bed. That's when I here the keys trying to find their way into the door. I'm frozen she's never had me in her apartment, maybe there's a reason...Sh*t this was a bad idea, sh*t sh*t what do I do? I hear her come in but I also hear she isn't alone..