Runaways

Chapter 3

Ali's P.O.V

I sat down opposite Olivia, I couldn't bring myself to look at her.
"Will you tell me what happened with your dad?" She was looking at me trying to see my face through my hair that had fell down over my face.
I thought for a minute wondering where to start.
"When I was a baby my mommy died." I began at the source.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine." I reassured her. "I don't even remember her. But I know she wouldn't of let him do this to me so it must of started then. I had to play a lot of games with him and his friends but they wasn't fun. There was one that he said was acting where I had to pretend to be people. I didn't like it." I let out a whimper but managed to hold in the tear. "If I refused to do what he said then he'd just through me back in my room in the dark and if I complained or was rude then I wouldn't eat for the rest of the week. But it wasn't all bad. I had a pillow and I had one teddy. I managed to hide it when he took the others. He burned them on a fire and made me watch."
"It's okay." How did he hurt you?" Olivia reached out her hands towards me. They looked inviting so I put my hands on them and looked at her to make sure it was okay. She smiled back at me and not in the way those men would when I had to touch them. It was a safe smile.
"He made me touch him and he touched me. He sometimes invited his friends over and they did the same. Sometimes he'd get a bat and hit me. Once he gave me a knife and said to cut my arms." I pulled my lace sleeve up revealing scars and cuts that were as fresh as yesterday. Amongst the cuts I also had circular burns.
She gasped. I knew she didn't want to help. I yanked my hands back and walked into the corner where I sat down and faced the wall. I couldn't let her get too close to me or she'd just hurt me like everyone else.

Olivia's P.O.V

I'm horrified. This poor girl has been through hell I know how traumatised I was when William Lewis kidnapped me, drugged me and tortured me and that was hours not years.
Suddenly she pulled her hands out of mine, stood up and sat in the corner facing the wall.
"What are you doing?" I asked standing up and walking towards her. I was stood directly behind her now still with no response. I looked over her shoulder, she was sat nursing her scars reliving the memories. I remembered my scars and clutched my sleeve making sure they wasn't showing.
"Do you want to come home with me?" I asked not thinking. I fostered Calvin for a week or so I can do the same for Ali.
She turned around slowly. "What do you mean?"
"Well I'll have to run it past captain Cragen but I'm sure he won't mind if you came and stayed with me at least for tonight-"
"You want me?" she questioned me confusion in her face.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
I didn't expect the answer she gave. "I'm nobody, I'm broken, I'm damaged. I don't deserve your kindness or your faith that I will get better. Because I won't."
"Don't say that. What we'll do is first I need to take you to the hospital to make sure that your okay. Then we can go to mine, order some food and maybe watch a film. What do you say?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Okay we can get you changed and then I'll take you to the hospital."