All My Ghosts

FIVE

EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING on this chapter, this chapter contains heavy topics including physical and sexual assault. Please read with discretion, please feel free to message me.

" what is your relationship like with your father?" Spencer looks up and focuses his attention on vivienne

"Uhm.." she swallows the lump in her throat
"Not good."

"And why is that, vivienne?" He says in a calming voice

Vivienne feels her entire body tense up as she knows she has to go into detail about her father's abuse. She's only opened up about it once or twice in her life. The more memorable time was once after her dad had beat her, she ran to her mom and told her everything that had happened and that has been happening her whole life, her mom simply told her that she was lying , and that her father is a good man who would never do that.

"he.. he was abusive." The girl finally spits out , feeling a slight wave of embarrassment cloud her mind

Spencer feels his body language change, the story going into depth. He was understanding more and more about this unsub and still needed more.

Spencer's eyes widen slightly, adding something else to his notes.

"Physically, mentally, or sexually?" He questions, the empathy radiating off of him

"all of the above." The brunette says with a humourless Laugh,

"I'm sorry, this is all just a lot." She chokes out, starting to ramble

as she speaks, she can feel her chest tightening as she knows what's to come.

"Hey, it's okay. You aren't in trouble I just need you to work with me, can you do that?" Spencer says in a calming voice

Vivienne closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath while letting Spencer's voice soothe her before coming back to reality

"Yes. Yes i can help you." She reassures the agent

He nods, a slight smirk stretching across his face as he asks his next question.

"Can you go more into depth about your father's abuse?" He says politely , trying not to overwhelm the traumatized girl

"Y-yeah. Where should I start?" The girl says while taking a deep breath in, her fingers tapping against each other

"The very beginning, whenever it started." He says with a smile

"Okay, it started when I was about four years old.. maybe five. I was always disciplined growing up. But once I got to an age where I could walk, talk , and choose right from wrong, the discipline got worse. If i did or said anything wrong, I would get hit."

The girl pauses for a minute and looks anywhere else but at Spencer, not wanting to look at him in the eye for this part. It was too shameful.

"when I was five, he.. he started to sexually abuse me. He would make me go up to my room, he'd lock the door. I remember he would just touch me at first. I didn't think anything of it, until he started touching me other places. Places that were supposed to be private." Vivienne sniffles as she finishes her sentence, wiping a tear from her cheek. Her knuckles gripped the chair so tightly they were white and she fought her hardest to suppress the lump in her throat.

"I'm sorry." She sobs

"Hey hey don't be sorry, take your time." He reassures her. He's much nicer than the other agent, he makes her feel like she's talking to a friend.

"Okay where was I, oh. So when he started to progress I would tell him I didn't like it. Thats when he started to manipulate me. He would say things like "it's not a punishment my love , it's a good touch. It feels nice." Even though I didn't want it." She says a little bit louder, a little bit more powerful.