Three of my ribs were broken by George Hart, and that put me out of commission for about two weeks. I wasn't even allowed to work because now he had two victims instead of just one. I went home the next morning after the attack, and instead of letting me stay in my own home and sleeping in my own bed, Elliot took me to his parents' house.
"So, what do you want to do?" Bernie asked as she sat in front of me as I sat almost completely still in one of her armchairs.
"I really shouldn't do anything. But if you have something you need me to do I'll do it." I spoke.
"Your ribs are really hurting you, huh?" Bernie breathed, and I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, breathing hurts but I can deal with it," I replied as I smiled softly.
"You don't have to be brave, Liv. You can cry and be upset. You can be nervous and scared." Bernie breathed, and I nodded as tears welled in my eyes.
"Bernie, I wasn't raped. But I feel just as broken and scared as a person who was really raped. I was just touched and he beat me. But I don't feel like I should be scared and broken." I frowned deeply.
"You were hurt, sweetie," Bernie replied plainly. I just shrugged slightly in response before slowly pushing myself up.
"I'm going to go shower..." I trailed off, and she nodded slowly as a frown settled into her features.
It seems that in the day since my attack, that everyone looks at me and frowns. They pity me, and it fucking sucks.
[*]
Elliot came to his parents' house after work, and he came into his old bedroom where we were staying together. He didn't want to have me be at home alone all day, and he knew he'd be exhausted by the end of the day and driving from out here all the way back into the city was just too much for him.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Elliot asked, and I frowned.
"I feel like shit. How was work?" I asked, as I slowly sat up and cringed a bit as I shifted and felt the pillow touch my side just right that it hurt.
"It was okay. I had to stop an officer from almost stepping on a bag of cocaine." Elliot sighed, as he sank down onto the edge of the bed as he loosened his tie.
"That would've been something fun to talk to your Captain about." I smiled softly, as Elliot slipped his jacket off.
"And you? How was your day?" He asked, as he finally stood. I swallowed hard and regretted it instantly before speaking.
"It was good. It's nice to have a longer break than you." I spoke, as I tried to be funny, but Elliot didn't like when I tried to joke through bad times.
"Did you nap today?" Elliot asked, and I shook my head. While at the hospital I woke up with several nightmares, but I just wiped the tears away and tried to fall back asleep.
"No, I wasn't tired," I replied, but that was a complete lie. I'm exhausted but thinking that if I fall asleep I'd be able to see what happened again. How George loved when I fought back.
"My mother said that you feel bad... bad for feeling the way you do." Elliot frowned.
"You two need to stop talking about me so much." I huffed, before sliding back down and closing my eyes.
"Babe, you were assaulted!" He exclaimed.
"I know I was! I was there! It is my body that is covered in bruises! Those three broken ribs? They are mine! Stop acting like I don't remember! I remember it because it happened yesterday. I have to just get over it because there are women out there who need my help to get over being hurt." I yelled.
"You were hurt, Olivia! You have a reason to be upset. To have nightmares. To feel scared and unsafe!" Elliot yelled back at me. The door swung open and Joseph stomped into the room.
"I want you both to shut up now and stop fighting!"
"I'm going home." I huffed, as I climbed out of bed and grabbed my bag and started to shove my clothes into it.
"You aren't going home." Elliot spat, but Joseph told Elliot to take a walk and they both walked out while I finished packing the clothes I had brought.
I didn't want Elliot to be right so I'd rather run away from it instead of listening to him and falling asleep in his arms.
[*]
"Mom, Liv is here." Cynthia breathed, as she and I walked into the apartment that my sister and mother still share.
"Liv?" My mother asked as I tried to keep my hair in front of my face to hide the bruises.
"Hey, can I sleep on your couch tonight?" I asked. I had walked for a bit before catching a cab since I wasn't allowed to drive. I was completely exhausted but I had no plans for sleeping.
"Why aren't you at home with Elliot?" Serena asked as she walked towards me.
"Because Elliot isn't at home. We got into a fight and I can't stay there alone." I breathed. Cynthia gently touched my back and frowned.
"Mom, Liv got hurt while at work and she is on pain medication and needs to be monitored," Cynthia spoke, and Serena started to freak out.
"How did you get hurt? You only worked for a day!" She exclaimed.
"Can I tell you in the morning, please?" I begged, and she shook her head.
"No. Tell me now." She replied, and I frowned deeply.
"A rapist that I didn't know was a rapist, sexually assaulted me. I'm okay, and I just need to lay down."
"No." She whispered, and I frowned.
"Mom, I'm okay. Please just-"
"Please go." She breathed, and I stared at her with wide eyes.
"What?"
"Go." She replied, which shocked Cy and me.
"Okay." I breathed, before turning and walking from the apartment. I heard Cynthia call my name, and I stopped and looked at her.
"What now?" I asked.
"Where are you going to stay tonight?"
"I don't know. Honestly, I could give less of a fuck where I'm going to stay. I don't have my keys, because my truck is at the precinct."
"Well, want me to drive you to your apartment? Bernie's?"
"No, it's okay. Just figure out why Mom kicked me out. I'd really like to know." I huffed.
"Just call me in the morning, okay? I love you, sis."
"Yeah, I love you too."
[*]
I ended up going to the precinct and laying down in the cribs. No one but a few random officers was there and just ignored me. I laid wide awake the whole night because nothing seemed right and being this scared wasn't normal for me.
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Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]
FanfictionBased on a one shot in my SVU one shot book. When not even her own mother was willing to protect her, Olivia didn't know if anyone would protect her from the horrible things that happened inside of the small apartment she shared with her mother. Unt...