Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 8

My brother and I are officially graduated from high school yesterday 😋😱😁

Genevieve's Pov

"Why can't I?" I plead staring up at Hotch.

"We don't want you to get hurt." He simply tells me, laying a hand on my shoulder.

Flinching away I glare at him. "Fine. I'll sit here and rot while you guys go to the scene." Huffing I cross my arm over my chest as I stomp away.

Plopping down in one of the spiny chairs, I rest my chin in my palm. I don't see why I can't go with. It's just a crime scene. I wanna, no I need to see the marks on the little lass. "You know poutings not gonna work." Reid tells me.

Looking up from my fingers and into Reid's eyes. "It's the only technique I have." I speak shrugging my shoulders.

"You know Hotch's only doing this for your own good. He doesn't want you to have flashbacks of what happened to you." Reid's hand rests on my knee.

I remove his hand from my knee. "I don't need protecting." Getting up from the chair I wonder towards the big glass windows that over look the city.

Digging my phone out of my jogger pocket. Pressing the power button the screen lights up. 7 missed calls. "Shit." I express rather loudly.

Quickly dialing Gary's number, holding it up to my ear I hear it ring. "Genevieve Anna Payne I called you I don't know how many damn times." He shouts at me.

Walking away from the window I wonder around the office. Fiddling with things as I walk by. "I know, I know. I got caught up. Plus I didn't really want to talk to anyone from the other side of the world, especially if they're from London." I set down the pencil I was twirling in my hands.

Walking to the glass box I open the door and step in. "That's no excuse. I was worried sick about you."

"That's real cute, Garion. I don't need protection."

"Yes you do. You're fragile and tempered all rolled into one. Plus you're only 14."

Sighing I move the phone away from my ear. Letting a coupe of profanities string from my mouth. Putting the rectangle talking box back up to my ear. "I'm not fragile or tempered. Also I'll be 15 in a couple weeks." I fire back.

"You clenched your teeth, meaning you're getting angry or patience is running thin."

"Shove it Garion." I express as my hand flies around my head. "I'm not angry. Just......just leave me alone for awhile. Thoughts are all messed up in my head right now. Bye Gary, love you." My voice down to a whisper.

Before he could reply I press the end button. Letting out frustrated groans and angry grunts, stomping my way out of the glass box and right up to Hotch.

"Listen here laddie I'm going with you."

Hotch looks down at me with an eyebrow raised. "Laddie?"

"Yes laddie and this lass is going with you guys to the scene. I'm not taking no for an answer."

We stare into each other's eyes In a stare down. "Hotch just let her go with us, maybe she can help."

He sighs as he just wave me off with his hand. I'm taking that as a yes. Clapping my hands I skip towards the elevator. "Come on slow pokes." I wave at them with my hand signaling to come with.

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Stepping out of the SUV and latching myself onto JJ. She simply smiles down at me and grabs my hand. Don't judge, theres cops here and they need to known I'm with them.

"She's with us."

The cop smiles at me which I return. Going under the yellow tap I immediately reattach my hand to JJs. "Scared?"

Looking from the green grass to her sparkling blue eyes. "Nope I've seen worse might of been through worse." I reply with a soft, easy shoulder shrug.

My eyes become trained on the body. A young girl laying on her stomach, whipping marks all over her back. That has to be done by a belt. My hands slowly work their way to my back. Running my fingers in the range they can go up and down, across my back.

Stepping closer twigs snap under my feet. Reaching my hand out I become so close to reaching the welts. "Gloves."

Grabbing the white gloves I slip them on. Snapping them against my wrist and wiggling my fingers to get use to them. "You see something kiddo."

Drawing my attention from the body and to the surroundings. Trees. Trees. And more trees. Some leaves and bushes. Typical surrounding to throw a body. "Back looks too familiar." I whisper to myself as I touch the marks.

"He hurt me." I cry as I touch my back. "Daddy hurt me." Walking around the small room. It's too plain. I want Li Li. I'm still hoping he comes to save me.

But I should give up. He's probably happier without me. I realized I was a cry baby and always had to whine and be held when I was with Li Li and the boys.

Opening the door and peeking my head out. Nobody's here. They're gone again, doesn't surprise me. Tiptoeing out slowly being careful of my back and the rest of my body.

Going into momma and daddy's room. They have a long mirror in there. Walking in and closing the door. Pulling my shirt up and off. Turning around, I crane my neck to see the damage. Bruises and belt indents, scratches all over my back. Tears fall from my dull orbs. Daddy hurt me bad. He hasn't stopped. Momma doesn't save me, she just laughs and edges him on.

"Where is she?" Daddy seethes.

No!

"Genevieve!" Daddy yells again.

I'm dead. I'm so very dead. Scrambling to open the door and opening it I run out. "There!" Momma points at me.

My body begins to shake. Rushing to get my shirt on and try to get back to my room. I didn't make it. I'm not fast enough. Being grabbed and jostled around in his super tight hold. I'm soon over his knee and my shirt is off.

"Bad girl. Very bad girl."

That's when I feel the welts open once again. I scream out.

Gasping I remove my hand from the injury. No. Oh my god, it's too similar. It's not possible. But they were cold hearted people. It's not them, its somebody else just with the same tactics.

"Vieve you okay?" A hand rests on my shoulder.

Turning my attention away I look up at Morgan. "Something's not right." I mumble.

"What do you mean kid?"

"Something's wrong." I mumble again. Shaking my head as I step away from the deceased little girl.

"You okay?" Reid asks.

My vision becomes blurry and two images. My head pounds, holding my head in my hands. Hissing as the pain gets worse.

"Genie?" Lifting my head up slowly I stare at the lad in front of me. Is that Hotch?

I begin to sway as my eyes close slowly and open them just as slow. My eyelids stick together like glue. Please stop. Please! The little voice in my head screams at me; loud and crude. Stop!

"Something's not right." I mumble slurring my words.

Stumbling over to the body I fall to my knees. Making sure the gloves are still on my hands, which they are. Grabbing her small shoulder I flip her over. My eyes open wide in shock.

Brown eyes and brunette hair. She looks like me when I was 9. Is she me? My body sways as if it's a tree blowing in the wind. I feel my face come in contact with the dirt ground. My eyes close as I see myself stare back at me with sad, sad brown eyes.

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