My SVU: Episode 1

Endless Conversing

5.

(Amanda's pov)

I sat there listening to the things he had done to her. I know that wasn't even the worst, because I saw how she hesitated. And this Mike guy, he's not the only one. This girl left somewhere that had to be absolutely horrible, only to get tortured in her new location. That's it. I can't take this anymore. I'm so angry I could beat the shit out of someone, even though the only person I want to hurt right now is mike.

I stormed out of the observation room, only to meet liv outside. I felt heat behind my eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey. What wrong?" she cooed.

"It's just, the young one we picked up, she's only 14. She has fucking braces! She's a child and the only reason she's been through this torture is because the last place she was at was worse than this one." I fumed. Liv has been my best friend since I got here.

"I know, I know, but the only way we can help her, is by not letting her back there, or anywhere else that is slightly dangerous." Liv said, doing her best to calm me.

"You go. Take a nap or do some paperwork, just do something. I'll watch through the glass, and I'll take your spot if I need to." she continued. With that, I walked away.

(Sarah's pov)

"So, can you tell me a little more about mike? Anything can help."

"Like I said, he would make me watch things; umm, it was porn. I never wanted to but he always said that he's paying good money for what he wants, not what I want." I slowly and uncomfortably told him the details, of one very minor part of my story.

"Okay, is there anything else about him?"

"Not really. Well, he was always one of the more aggressive one's, but there were a few of them; the aggressive one's. Actually most of them were aggressive, but he was probably the 3rd most violent one's." this wasn't as hard to talk about. Plus, now, less people would know.

"Is there anything you would rather talk about" detective amaro queried.

"I guess I'd rather get the last four months out of the way"

"Is that how long it's been since you left where you were living before?"

"Yea, about that much. 4 months is when I started it." I added.

"Since you started prostituting?". I just nodded. I'm not proud of what I did, but I did do it.

"How did it start?"

"I got here. I had no home. I needed money for food. I'm too young to get a job, and this was the only way. Did it suck? Yes. Did I want it stop? Every. Single. Time. But I was alive"

"How many of them were there"

"A couple hundred probably. I worked most nights from 10pm- 4am. Some guys showed up every night and some I never saw again."

"Were all of them over 18?"

"They all looked over 18. I think the youngest one's looked to be in their 20's."

"Can you tell me what they did to you?". As the detective asked the question, I felt the tears in my eyes.

"Uhh, they did everything." I quickly mumbled.

"I'm so sorry Sarah, but I need to know exactly what they did. Your definition of everything might not be the same as mine."

"I'm in eighth grade. I've taken sex ed over 3 times. Isn't that enough to know everything?"

"You'd think so. But I still need to know everything. I'm sorry."

"They did regular sex, anal, oral on me and I gave them oral, there was touching and toys and sometimes there was more than one other person!" Again tears were pouring out of my eyes. I already started so I might as well get everything off my chest now.

"I'm sorry! I'm such a whore, this is why no one wants me!"

"What do you mean?"

"The reason I came here. My mom was abusing me. I don't know what kind but she would call me names and remind me I was nothing so many times I wanted to kill myself." At this point I'm ugly crying.

"I tried to run away before, but she caught me 15 hours later and 5 miles from my house.When I got back I did this."

I rolled up my sleeve revealing many scars on my arm. Tears still flowed like the nile river.

"It was the only way to make the pain stop. To make the thoughts stop. A few months after that, we were running late to school and I don't know why- I'm so stupid."

"What happened? What did you do when you were running late?"

" my dumb ass thought it would be a good idea to tell her..." I trailed off.

"Tell her what?" He asked. I don't think I can tell him. Silence and the sound of my crying was the only sound that filled the air.

" I told her I was bi; bisexual. She went off. She hit me for an hour with her hands or a belt, or something, anything she could get her hands on. Then she told me I was a skank because I liked everybody. She kicked me so hard in between my legs I think I passed out. Then she tried to chase me with a knife. She got a little bit of my elbow." I rolled up my other sleeve to show him the scar.

"I grabbed my bag and all the cash I had and I left that sick woman's house. I walked for a while, I rode a bus, I got on the train, I rode another bus, and then I got to that corner. That was 4 months ago. I've been free for 4 months"

I watched as the detective processed all the information and scribble some of it down on a pad of paper.

"Thank you Sarah. That's all I need for now" the detective said as he got up from his chair, and exited the room.