I sat on the floor breathing hard, shaking, clenching my fists, staring at his empty eyes staring back at me accusingly. I sucked in air hearing a whistling noise, and then my sobs reached my ears. I couldn't make myself get up, and I couldn't stop staring at him. I heard the door open downstairs, and the footsteps coming up the stairs but still, I continued to stare unmoving crying.
"Kids, I'm home!" she screamed and I heard her things drop with a crash. The sound brought me back, and I looked at her.
"Mommy," I whispered. She was on the phone, talking to someone. She kneeled next to the body and took his pulse. I could hear the sirens. "I'm scared."
"You killed him!" she yelled lunging at me dropping her phone. I yelped and jumped back. She grabbed my hair and yanked me to her, slamming my head off the ground. I heard people come in the door, and then we were surrounded by police officers.
She was pulled off of me, and led into the kitchen. A female covered the bottom half of my exposed body and then handcuffed me. She read me my rights as she led me down the stairs and out to a car.
He was on top of me. I could feel his breath on my face, his hands pinning my arms down, his teeth scratching at my neck as he mauled it with kisses, and his penis inside me. "Please," I whispered. "Please stop."
"You like it," he said biting my ear.
The clang of the door opening startled me out of sleep. "Hey, I brought you some water," the officer who had handcuffed me handed me a paper cup. I drank a little bit of it.
"What happens now?"
"Someone will be over to question you soon," she took the cup back and walked out.
"Can I see my Mom?"
"She isn't here. I'm sorry," she added like it was her fault. I didn't respond just shifted leaning my head back. I couldn't allow myself to go back to sleep that's when the nightmares came.
Ring! Ring!
"Benson?"... "OK. I'll be right over," I hung up.
"We got a case?" Elliot asked his hands going to the desk top to push himself up into a standing position.
"I have a case. Sort of. Someone wants help with an interrogation."
"Of?"
"A teenager. Killed her brother. When she was found with him he was naked, she didn't have pants on, and they found a picture of her naked in his pocket."