His True Babygirl // Derek Morgan //

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TW⚠️ : mention of sexual abuse on a child/rape

{Victoria's POV}

Derek shot up in alarm, my heart sinking and racing at the same time. "Please, tell me you're joking. Derek, I can't see them. I can't... I can't put up with it right now." Panic started to fill my system, my hands starting to become jittery.

"Okay, hey listen to me. I'm right here and I'm not leaving. I need you three to stall in whatever way you can." Derek gave the other 3 agents in the room a pointed look. "Please, please don't let them hurt me." I whimpered at the thought of their reactions. "Shh, I'm not gonna let that happen, Angel baby." My heart skipped at the combined pet name.

"Am I missing somethi-" Derek huffed in frustration, "Can you all just go before they get here?" The three of them scurried out of the room. My heart raced, the monitor starting to beep quickly. "Baby, I need you to calm down. I'm not letting them touch you." I took a deep breath, but soon after the door bursted open.

"Oh, my poor baby." Mom faked, rushing towards me. "Excuse me, Ma'am please don't go beer her, she's still mostly loopy and out of it." Pull an acting degree out of your ass, Victoria. "Mm.. Der... glove." Glove? Nice fucking going dumb bitch.

"What the hell is she on? Wake her up." Liam said, he went to grab my wrist, Derek's hand stopping him. "Don't touch her. She might still be sore." "On her fucking wrist? I thought she got shot in the stomach."

"She fell to the ground pretty hard." A genius, I'm dating a fucking genius. "I don't care. Victoria wake up. It's obvious you can't take the world on your own. Your room is still empty." Dad's voice was low.

**flashback**

"You fucking love it you whore!" His hips didn't stop slamming against mine. The discomfort overwhelming my body. "Please- STOP!" I begged and begged for him to stop. "No, you love daddy's cock don't you Victoria? Say you fucking love it!" I screamed, begging anyone to hear my distraught cry. The tears felt like oceans in my eyes, my vision blurred completely.

"Stop! Dad, please!" I sobbed, but he didn't listen, he grabbed my hair,  pulling it roughly. "Say you love it, say it or it gets worse." I sobbed, trying to pull away from him. "I LOVE IT! PLEASE STOP!" I dug my nails into his arms wrapped around me.

"Make it stop! Please make it stop!" I begged, I never stopped begging for him to stop. "Get off of me!"

**end flashback**

{Derek's POV}

"Stop! Please, make it stop!" She screamed, sobbing. She had gotten up and abruptly moved to the corner. "Victoria, baby," I said in caution, knowing better than to panic, that might scare her more. "Please, Dad stop!" She begged, hugging herself. "What did you do to her." I whispered, turning to her father. "Nothing. She's just doing this weird thing again. She stops eventually." Her father said coldly. "How often has it happened? When did it start?" He shrugged, "Maybe when she 8-9? Happened randomly."

"I love your cock, Dad! Please stop! I said it! I said it! Please.. PLEASE STOP!" Dad.. cock... stop.. I'll kill that fucking son of a bitch. "Please! Make it stop!" She sobbed. She was having an episode. I took a deep breath, approaching her slowly. She wasn't herself, she was probably in her 9 year old mind.

"Hey, kiddo. My name's Derek. What's yours?" She sobbed. "Make him stop! Please!" She sobbed and sobbed, my heart breaking at the cries for help. "He's done, you're okay. You're safe. Can you tell me your name?" I asked softly. "Vic-Victoria." She cried. "Well, Victoria. You're okay, you're safe with me." I tried to assure her, desperately hoping her episode would be over soon. It hurts to see her like this, in so much emotional pain.

"He wouldn't... wouldn't stop. I.. I asked him to... and- and he wouldn't. He kept playing. He always wanted to- to play." She whimpered, blinking at me. Her eyes held a broken child. A neglected, tormented little girl. Her breathing started to regulate, her eyebrows furrowing.

"What happened? Why am I on the floor- ow!" She immediately clutched her stomach. I walked closer to her, still a bit hesitant. "Derek can you... help me to the bed." She reached first my hands, making me grab hers gently. "Of course, Angel."

"You had one of those weird things again, the one where you scream about.. events." She froze, looking at me. "I'm sorry... that you uhm had to see that." I shook my head, "No need to apologize baby, nothing to apologize for." I assured her, helping her to the hospital bed.

"Can I talk to her in private for a moment?" I asked, turning to her family behind me. They all rolled their eyes, stalking off to the hallway. "Baby, I know you probably don't want to talk-"

"He... touched me. He touched me a lot. And he would... uhm, he uh.. would have intercourse with.. me. I-I don't uhm... I haven't really forgotten about it, and-and I don't think I ever will." She shook her head, as if hoping that would make those horrific memories would go away.

"You know it's not your fault." I said quietly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She looked past me, looking through the glass of the door. Her father's back faced the door, her eye brows furrowing. "He never stopped, when I would beg him... he just kept going."

"Do you want to take this to court? You can get him put in prison for everything. What he did to you as a child, and what he does to you now. I have probable cause to arrest him right now." I wanted this man behind bars, I wanted him to die in prison. Even his inmates will try to kill him. They don't like child rapist.

"Wait... really?" She asked, her eyes looking into mine for a sense of assurance. "Yeah, with enough evidence-" "I have pictures, of bruising and blood. I might have video tapes, I don't remember. But I started taking them when I was 12." She said in urgency. "They're in my closet, under the floor boards of my shelves."

"That'll get him locked up, this great."