Abused and Misused

Chapter 6

Olivia Benson POV

I touch Emma's arm gently. I didn't want to startle her, but I wanted her to know exactly what I was asking about.

"When did this start?" I say softly. I was trying to keep my tone even, but it was a fight for me. I was too close to her, and I knew Cragen would let me know it once he figured it out himself.

"I made 3 cuts every time..." She leaves the sentence open, and I finish it mentally. Every time he abused her.

"Did you count?" I say quietly, still looking at her arm. I slowly raise my eyes to see her face as she gives her her answer.

"I made over 300 cuts." She says sadly.

I can't hide the surprise from my voice.

"300." I repeat. She nods. All that runs through my head, is how can you do that to a child? Your own child!

'Assuming she was even his child in the first place.' I think to myself.

I sigh. "How do you suggest we get you out of this?" I ask her softly, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She sighs. "You can't." She whispers, her voice breaking as she sits up.

"He's gonna walk through that door soon. He'll be concerned. About who hurt his 'baby girl', and making sure they get charged." She says sadly.

"Then...he's going to take me home and make sure I'm comfortable. By comfortable...he'll yell at me. Hit me. Probably even..." She trails off and shakes her head, wiping away tears.

"Honey, I-" I begin, but I'm quickly interrupted by a man in a high dollar suit walls through the door.

"Emma? Oh, Angel, what happened to you?" Her father asks, feigning surprise.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "Mr. Hart, your daughter was in an accident at school. A classmate threw her into a wall." I say, trying not to beat the life out of him.

He rushes to her side, just like she said he would, and touches her face. She flinches away from him, and I can see the anger in his eyes.

"We're going home." He instructs here, grabbing her backpack and helping her up.

She hisses in pain, but he doesn't seem to care anymore.

"Olivia please. Please don't let him do this. I'll do anything." She pleads with me through gritted teeth.

"You told her." Her father says in realization.

She spits into his face, much braver than I thought she would be. I could see in his eyes that no matter where they were, it was going to cost her.

So I took a chance and stepped in front of her.

He punched me, hard, in the face, sending me to the ground with a loud thunk.

"Wonderful." I mumble, forcing myself to stand up.

"You...are under arrest!" I say, with fake cheerfulness.

"It won't stick. You were trying to unlawfully take me daughter from me."

"No. I stepped in front of your daughter, whom you had raised your fist to punch. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you." I say.

I smirk and get very close to his face after I've cuffed him, so he could see my bleeding lip and swelling eye.

"You also have the right to rot in a prison cell." I whisper.

A/N: So...yeah! It was a bit short, and I don't have much planned, but I promise I'll update and think of some huge game changer soon!