*Hey guys! I'm back with another one, but it's way different than the others. You guys probably will hate me, but it was little idea I had in mind since hardly seen the two interact. I have nothing against Dodds. I still cry every time I think about the "Heartfelt Passages" episode, which is what this story will be based off of so enjoy!*
Title: What goes on Behind Closed Doors
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We waited quietly, not daring each other to break the silence since all we could do was wait, until we finally saw a familiar figure walking towards us down the long, white hall of Mercy Hospital. I shivered as if someone opened a window on the 6th floor where we stood, and shook like an earthquake has just hit Manhattan.
The members of Special Victims Unit all stood immediately, staring at our Lieutenant, Olivia Benson. She was a professional, strong, fearless woman, so when she walked with her head down or even shed a tear...that meant the end of it. She stopped in the middle of the corridor, heartbreak, disappointment, and also tears filled her bloodshot eyes as she stood pitifully steal. One of us cursed silently, the other excused themselves as the walked away from the scene that they witnessed. Me, I was now standing in front of a window on the other side away from the squad, looking out to the cities nightly activities.
I was now leaning against the window's seal thinking about what had all just happened in just the last 5 hours, and that's when I let it all out. The dame has finally broken, and there came the flood. My cheeks were hot and soaked, the tears burned as they fell giving the feeling of how angry they were at me for holding them back. For once after two months, I was able to actually breath.
He was actually gone..Mike Dodds was gone. I smiled with all the joy, and warmth in my being. I was free, free! Two months, he tormented me, beaten, and assaulted me to the point where I am now pregnant with his child. My first child will be his, his seed...
I yelped out a dreadful laugh, after all this wasn't the first time a man has humiliated me, but this time it's me who got the last laugh. It was only God punishing him for his disgracement, and from hearing my prayers..I was saved. The images came back to me, replaying over and over again. The devil himself was gone.
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"O Amanda, Amanda, Amanda." He softely stocked my hair as he stood behind me, chuckling at the sight of me shivering under his soft touch. I stared on at my island in my kitchen wandering if he would throw me down on top of it like he did once before, and harshly forcing himself on top of me not even worrying about the simply fact I probably have a concussion. I almost pucked at the memory, he was disgusting...rough and a sweaty mess that huffed and gridily grabbed at me. "No one will ever believe you, one word to my father about the accusation. Your job is as good as gone."
