Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Seventeen]

A bystander called the police, and Serena was taken to the hospital to get her nose set, and I was taken to the station to get questioned. I was beyond upset, and I hadn't stopped crying since they put me in a holding cell because they thought I assaulted her. And I had to give in and call my parents.

"Alright, you have one call. Use it wisely." The cop spoke coldly, and I nodded slowly.

"Okay." I whispered, as I wiped a tear from my cheek. He handed me the phone, and I quickly dialed Munch's desk number. I knew he'd be there because he doesn't go out to investigate that often.

"Detective John Munch, Manhattan SVU." He answered, and I took a slow shaky breath before speaking.

"John, it's Olivia. Can you do me a huge favor?"

"Liv? Why aren't you calling your father?" He mused.

"Because I can't tell him that I'm kinda in jail."

"What? Where?" He exclaimed.

"The second precinct. Can you just ask him to come down here? They want to question me because they think I assaulted someone." I whispered into the phone. I hated asking for help from my parents, but this is serious. I'm 17, and if they decide I'm guilty for what happened, I can be charged as an adult.

"Yeah, I'll tell him. He'll be down there soon, but who? Who do they think you assaulted?" John questioned.

"My bio mom."

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When my parents arrived, my mother wrapped her arms tightly around my body and wouldn't let go. She just held me, and didn't seem like she was ever going to let me go.

"I'm sorry that I called you both from work. I just need help." I whispered, and my mother kissed the top of my head before speaking.

"Never apologize for calling us. We are your parents. Now, tell us everything." She spoke, as she held me at arm's length. My mother rubbed my arm as I tried to figure out how to explain it all.

"Serena came to the store I work at. She waited outside for me after I got out of work. I didn't want to talk to her, but then she grabbed my arm. I tried to get away from her, but I accidentally elbowed her in her nose. Mom, I didn't mean to! I want nothing to do with her, and she just showed up and put her hands on me again. I was scared!" I spoke, and as I worked towards the end of the explanation, I started to sob.

My father pulled me into his arms and held me close as I cried.

"I'll pull some strings if I have to, but to me it doesn't sound like you meant to."

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My parents sat in the interrogation room with me and two detectives. They paced around the room and I just kept my eyes glued to my hands.

"Okay, Olivia, the woman you hit is your biological mother?" The older man asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, and when she put her hand on me, I got scared. Until I was 7, she had custody of me. She beat me and starved me, and even thinking of her touching me made me want to cry." I whispered.

"Do you have proof of the early abuse?" The woman detective questioned, and I nodded.

"We have her file at my precinct. She was taken from her mother's care after an accident in Central Park. Olivia isn't the type of person to harm another. She was just overwhelmed because it was the first time in 10 years that she saw her abuser." My father spoke, as he draped his arm over my shoulders. My mother grabbed my hands and squeezed them tightly in her hands.

"Okay, we are going to let you off with a warning right now. And that warning is that if your biological mother decides to press charges, we will come and arrest you, okay?" The woman spoke, and I nodded tearfully.

"Yes, ma'am."

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My parents took me back to the Stabler's house, and they parked out front. We sat in the car in silence, before they signed in unison.

"Liv, why didn't you call one of us? We would've came down and dealt with the issue. We can get a restraining order against her." My father spoke, and I just sat completely silent in the back seat as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I don't want to rely on you two anymore. You don't need my drama when you should be focusing on being happy. Focus on adopting Cynthia." I whispered.

"Even if you live here, you are still our daughter." My mother whispered, as she turned around to look at me. I reached for the door handle and slowly gripped it in my hand.

"I'd like the restraining order against her, because I don't want to block myself off from everything because I'm scared of her. If she hadn't grabbed me, I wouldn't be in the back of this car trying to explain it." I whispered, before climbing out of the car. I walked up the path and to the front door of the Stabler house. 

I heard my parents' car pull out, and tears continued to run down my cheeks.

I turned around and sat on the stairs for a moment, as my brain ran wild.

I couldn't stop thinking about the day my parents adopted me. How everything bad seemed to fade away, and only the good stayed behind. I wasn't hungry anymore, I could finally see what my body looked like without bruises and cuts. And for the first time since the day I was born, I was smiling. I was smiling in a way that was real and not forced because my teachers were asking questions about the bruises and I had to tell them that I was just a klutz.

She caused all of that pain. She made me a small and quiet girl that thought she was going to make one peep and not see the next morning. But my parents saved me, but I didn't even know if they wanted to help save me anymore.

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