I Need Saving [A Bensler FanFic- Editing]

Chapter 15: The Trial Part 3 [Edited]

The next morning, I was up earlier than usual. I sat quietly in the living room, my eyes focused on the far wall as my mind ran wild and my thoughts beat the crap out of me. I couldn't help but remember all the bad things that had been done or said to me.

How hurtful my mother's words were when she said I ruined her life, how she hated me so, and that she wished she would have aborted me. These words only left her lips when she was drunk, but she was thinking about them when she was sober.

When Will and I were happy for the first year of our relationship, but that went downhill the moment I became pregnant with Emily. I don't know how I missed the signs of how rough he got sometimes and didn't realize he could get worse. That he would get worse.

"Liv?" Elliot asked softly from our doorway. I blinked a few times before looking towards him. When I looked at my husband, all I wanted to do was feel love for him, to be excited to see him. Instead, I wanted to be alone or dead.

"Go back to bed," I whispered.

"You have court in the morning... Maybe you should join me in bed?" Elliot replied, but I shook my head.

"I'm not tired."

"You need your rest, Liv. You are still recovering and are carrying a baby," Elliot frowned, as he stepped towards me.

"I'm fine, El," I lied, yet he saw right through it. 

"Keep lying to me, Olivia. Stay up all night and be exhausted tomorrow morning. Keep being stupid," Elliot huffed. I stood quickly, but sat down as the room spun around me.

Elliot quickly walked to where I sat and grabbed my hand.

"Liv, are you okay?" Elliot asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine... I'm always fine," I whimpered.

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The next morning, I woke up in my bed with Elliot's arms around me and Emily lying behind me. I felt so at ease for a moment, like the attack never happened. It gave me a false sense of safety, and I was thinking maybe everything would end up okay. It didn't last long, because my stomach cramped and I had to scramble out of bed to get sick.

"Still giving you trouble?" Elliot asked as I brushed my teeth.

"I have never had this much trouble with morning sickness," I frowned, as I rinsed my brush off before putting it away.

"It's my kid, so that's why," Elliot smiled, even though I knew he was unsure. Ike could be the father.

I turned and motioned for him to move, but he shook his head, stepped forward, and placed his hands to my waist.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore, Liv. I just want to help you through everything," Elliot breathed.

"We don't have time to discuss this right now. We have kids to get around and court soon."

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Casey stood in front of me as I focused on spinning a ring on my finger. Every day that I came into this courtroom made me want to retreat even deeper inside.

"Detective Benson, please answer the question," the judge spoke. I quickly looked up and made eye contact with Casey, tears burning my eyes.

"I-i'm sorry, what was the question?"

"Can you tell us what injuries you sustained while being held by Mr. Ross?" Casey asked again.

"I had a broken leg, two gun-shot wounds, two brain bleeds that led to seizures, headaches, and blurry vision. And..." I trailed off slowly as I decided if I should tell everyone about my pregnancy.

"Detective?" Casey questioned. I locked eyes with her once again, and she nodded slowly.

"I'm pregnant."

The entire feel of the room changed as Ike perked up and quickly leaned toward his attorney.

"Judge, sidebar?" The defense asked as he stood quickly. The judge nodded as he and Casey moved to stand in front of the judge.

"Your honor, my client demands a DNA test of the baby," the defense attorney demanded, as tears burned my eyes.

"Detective Benson is not far enough for the test to be completed safely," Casey replied.

"If the baby is my client's, he will want rights to the baby!"

"Are you kidding me?! He raped Olivia! Why should he have rights to a baby that may have been forced into her womb?!" Casey huffed.

"Stop bickering. We will wait to discuss this matter once Detective Benson can safely get the test done. Until then, no more questions about the pregnancy."

Casey straightened her blazer as she walked back to where I sat. She grabbed a tissue from the box before passing it to me.

"Detective, what happened in the car?" Casey asked, getting straight back to the questioning.

"We were on a high-speed chase as he tried to get away with me. I kept begging to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. He shot me a few times as I kept begging him."

"Where did he shoot you?" Casey asked.

"My shoulder and he grazed my stomach," I spoke, as I pointed at my body.

"How did the accident happen?"

"He was trying to steer and aim the gun at me. He couldn't do both, so he got messy, and the vehicle flipped," I replied.

"Do you remember anything else from the accident?"

"I blacked out for a bit, but I remember him trying to pull me from the vehicle, but I was stuck. The police arrived, and he gave up and tried to run away. I saw an officer tackle him, and Detective Tutuola tried to get me free," I replied.

"Thank you, Detective. I'd like to reserve the right to call Detective Benson back to the stand," Casey spoke, before turning and walking back to her table. 

The defense stood quickly and walked towards me, an enormous smile on their lips.

"Do you lie often, Detective Benson?"