Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 9

Genevieve's Pov

Slowly my eyes flutter open as everything falls to the side, then regaining into focus. Sitting up I look at my surroundings. Removing the large coat from my body. Opening the door handle and sliding out.

Looking around the police tape and people I see the team. Rubbing the bump on my head I sigh dramatically. You messed up Genevieve. You messed up big time. Shutting the car door I stumble past the police and under the tape.

My eyes scan looking for the team, I've lost them since I last saw them. I spot them talking and walking around the decaying body. Slowly stepping closer my breathing becomes irregular. Taking air in through my nose and slowly letting it out. Breathe, calm yourself. It's okay.

Nodding to nobody but giving my self reassurance I step from behind the tree and closer to the scene. Eyes directly staring at the body. Remember, it's not you. It's some other lass that could of been you. Wait....No. The techniques are the only thing familiar about everything. Horrible belt welts and knife scarring on the back. Rings of bruises around her small arms. A couple leaves crunch under my shoes.

"Genie?"

Looking from the body and towards the voice. "Yes?" I reply back continuing to study the body.

"How are you? You hit your head pretty hard." JJ speaks walking away from the body.

She gently grabs my chin and juts it side to side taking in my appearance. "I'm fine." I snap at her pushing her hand away in the process.

"Are you sure? That's a nasty bump forming." Her blue orbs hold concern and a motherly glow to them.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's not the worst thing to happen to me." I mumble.

"What is the worst thing that has happened to you?"

My eyes glaze over as I look into the distance. No! Snap out of it! You're not going to reminisce and freak out. You can't. They would just ask more questions. Remember when I said I was in Quantico for questioning at the BAU office when I was 10? Well, I was too scared to share every detail. What? I was only 10 and terrified out of my mind.

"It's not your problem." My voice low as I shove past JJ.

Completing my walk, I begin to once more examine the body. Brunette hair, looks about 11 or 10 can't say for sure. Body dresser in overalls and vans. No shirt underneath. Why does this all seem familiar? I can't put my finger on it.

"You okay kid?"

Snapping out of my thoughts and towards Morgan's voice. "Stop asking me that." I seethe. Spit flying from my mouth.

"Woah I was just asking because you hit your head pretty hard, it caused you to past out."

"Well I'm fine now. Stop asking, stop wondering." Stalking away I try to look at everything in a different angle. Stomping my foot and huffing I walk back over to Morgan.

"I'll be in the car." I inform him.

"We're almost finished here. We'll meet you there, shouldn't take too long."

Nodding I walk away. Gosh what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? Wait, Mind don't answer that. You know exactly why. You saw it when you were viewing it from a different angle.

Opening the door and slamming it shut I sit there, pondering and pondering. My thoughts float back to when I figured out who the Unsubs were and yes there's more than one.

Also do you remember when I said my parents escaped from prison? Well I found them. Yep you guessed it; mum and dad. Soon the door opens and my mouth begins to form words. Looking up I fall short of them.

"You've been a naughty, naughty girl Genevieve."

My eyes open wide in fear as the lad roughly grabs me out of the seat. I've become paralyzed, a deer caught in headlights. Help my brain screams. The words don't process till they fly out of my mouth.

"Help!!" I scream. "Help!!"

He jostles my in his hold as I punch and kick him. It does me no good. He's only getting angrier.

"Stop that you ignorant puke." He seethes into my ear.

I continue to scream for help. My mind goes into overdrive as my legs and arms fly around like a crazy lass. "Help!" I scream. My throat begins to feel sore.

"Let her go." JJs voice has lost its gentle charm.

"Now why would I let my own daughter go. Especially one that I've missed much." His accent has turned sickly sweet with roughness.

"You don't want to do this...Shes your daughter, she should be your pride and joy."

"You have no idea how badly I want to do this. She caused this, all of this." His hand begins to shake, rattling the metal killer in his hand.

"I didn't do anything." I speak out my voice sounding confident.

"Quiet." He seethes as he brings the gun to my head and clocks me with it.

"Make me." I stutter out, swaying in his arms a bit.

"Genevieve you're only digging yourself a deeper hole." A new voice speaks out behind me.

"Nice of you to join me, honey."

Mom? Why has God given me crazy parents? They use to be so loving and caring. You guys remember that don't you? They wanted no harm to come to me and now they're the ones causing it. What a messed world we all live in.

Pain begins to erupt in my abdomen. Looking up from the ground my vision blurry. Mom stands in front of me as she sends the gun she's holding into my gut. I scream out as I whither in pain. "Help." I call out rather weakly.

The team moves slightly closer as I feel us take a step back. "Please.." I plead.

"Just hang on." Hotch shouts.

It happens all too fast, one minute I'm looking at Hotch step closer without gun in hand. The next thing I see is black. I'm being roughly pushed around and soon thrown into something. My hands feel the texture; I'm in in a car. They put a bag over my head.

Please not again. Well Genevieve as Zayn would say, "Enjoy the roller coaster that is life."

I want off of this one, its a terrible, horrible ride. Feels like it's just getting started. I'm buckled in and ready to be launched into a sea of screams along with twists and cries of undeniable amounts of pain.

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