Simply Sonny: An SVU love story

Chapter 3: Details

"You can stay here for the night if you'd like, but there is no need for a mandatory stay." The nurse who was with me the entire 6 hours it took to get the swabs, tests, medicine, and photos done says out to me as I pass back the forms I just signed.

"Finally," I mutter, gathering my things in a small pile. I move to the door and when I open it I spot detective Carisi standing next to it with his foot propped against the wall, "I'm done, detective. Thanks for waiting, you didn't have to do that."

"I told you I'd be here for you." He returns, "you sure you don't want to stay for the night?" He asks a third time, "it's already late."

I shake my head, "No, I just want to get a cab and get home." I rub my arm, wishing I had my jacket. Even though the clothes I wore into the hospital wasn't what I was in during the attack they wanted to keep it for evidence anyway, in case something rubbed off of my body onto them was what they told me.

"Well, your apartment is now a crime scene so you can't go home just yet." He says slugging out of his jacket and placing it over my shoulders.

I roll my eyes, "now I'm put out of my own place. Great." The sarcasm is clearly evident in my tone.

"Is there anyone you can call? Mom, sibling, friend?" He questions me.

I shake my head, "no, it's just me. I just moved to the city a few months back." I tell him honestly. I was an only child and my parents have been gone for years. I haven't made many friends out here, at least not any I would want to call, explain what happened then ask to stay over and put out.

He nods, "well, the department will put you up in a hotel until you can go back" he informs, "let's get back to the precinct and take your statement and we can start on where you're going to stay as well."

I nod and we walk to the front desk so I can sign myself out. The ride back to the precinct is slow and quiet. Once inside, I am seated back in the lieutenant's office and the detective sits next to me. Lieutenant Benson speaks softly from across her desk, "start from the beginning, how did you meet Jason?" She pushes a cup of coffee towards me.

I sigh, thinking back to a few days ago, "I knew him from college. We went to Stanford together. I haven't talked to him in years." I start explaining, "he called me on Monday, told me he heard I was in the city and wanted to meet up."

"Just like that, out of nowhere?" She asks me, looking up from her notes and through her glasses.

I eye her, not liking her tone, "yes, out of nowhere. We haven't talked in years but we did use to date during our freshman year. What are you implying? That I asked for this to happen to me?" I defend myself.

Detective Carisi jumps in, "hey, hey, calm down. She's just asking questions. We're on your side here, we just need to cover all our basis." He tells me.

"Okay." I exhale slowly through my nose before starting again, "we got together for dinner and he asked me to help him write a speech."

"A speech? For what?" Benson asks.

I explain, "he was being honored for some humanitarian award, something to do with animals."

"He wanted you to write his speech? Why?" The detective wonders out loud.

I look to him, "I used to help him write his essays in college. He may have been at Stanford but he wasn't the brightest of students."

"Okay, so you helped him write the speech?" The lieutenant asks.

"Yes, after dinner we went back to my apartment and wrote the speech together," I say.

"That's when he raped you?" She asked me next.

I shake my head, "no, it was 2 nights later. He invited me as his date to the ceremony. I guess I drank too much and I left early."

"So he took you home?" She asks more questions, trying to get my story.

"No. He asked a driver to do it." I shake my head, the memory there but still a bit blurry. "I was dizzy and trying to stay up, drinking some water because I didn't want a hangover when there was a knock on my door. When I went to open it I was pushed inside and attacked."

Carisi now asks, "did he say anything to you?"

"No. He had a mask on, he just pushed me down--" I'm interrupted before finishing my sentence.

"Wait, he was wearing a mask? How do you know it was him then?" Lieutenant Benson asks me, her eyes concerned.

"Because the camera outside my door in the hall caught him on tape!" I didn't realize it right away. I probably shouldn't have mentioned I looked at the tape.

She looks to detective Carisi now, "well, if that's the case then CSU should have the tape and we should be set." She looks back to me now, "you did really good Addison, really good. Now, what happened next?" She asks.

"Wait, I have to still tell you what happened? Isn't that enough?" I implore, really not ready to relive it all over again.

This time she shakes her head, "we need to know everything. I know this is going to be hard for you, so take your time." Her voice is softer then it has been. I nod once and slowly begin to go over the gruesome details of my rape.