Character: Allison Olsen Rivers
Lives in: Albuquerque, New Mexico
Father: died
Mother: has an abusive boyfriend
Allison is 13 and in 11th grade and next semester will be transferred to 12th grade. One semester of 11th to complete and one of 12th.
Allison has an IQ of 180 and has an eidetic memory, and photographic memory. She can also read 15,000 words a minute. She also has a mentor b/c of her genius.
Her mother's boyfriend sexually abuses her and she is picked on in school.
Story rated teen, for language, sexual content, and teen emotions
My name is Allison. Allison Olson Rivers. A few years ago my dad died from lung cancer. He survived several years of being in the Navy. I'm still sad about it from time to time. Now my mom has a new boyfriend. She had him when Dad was sick. I don't like him very much. In fact I hated his guts. When he hugs me his hands are too low on my waist, for a hug just from one person to another. I tried to tell my mom but she called me a liar.
That's not all in my life. I have an IQ of 180, an eidetic and photographic memory and I'm a 13 years old, in 11th grade. At the end of the semester, I'm being transferred into 12th grade. I'm also juggling several jobs. Life is just crazy. I only have to do a semester in the two years everyone claims is the hardest in high school. They're all hard for me. I get picked on daily.
I have one true friend in this world. I write to him at least twice a week. I call him when I really need to talk to someone. Sometimes I e-mail him when I need a response quickly. I had to set him up an e-mail. I was in some kind of program, it was to help people like me, and him deal with the world. He has an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words a minute. He lives in Quantico, Virginia. I had no idea what the program was. My dad had signed me up for it, and since he was in the military, he signed me up with an FBI agent. Someone he could trust to help me and someone I could trust.
A few months before Christmas break; Halloween night ̶ ̶ a week after my birthday, the abuse I was suffering from my mom's boyfriend became much worse. I could hardly stand it. He came into my room every night. That wasn't new. Before it was just rubbing his hands all over me; now he was crossing the biggest boundary that should never be crossed with a minor, especially your significant other's kid.
He said things like, "Now Alli I know you've done it before you little slut, now let me show how a real man does it." I heard things like that from him all the time now. He also told me, "Pucker up and give me a good night kiss if you don't want to get hurt whore." I was always afraid of what he would do if I didn't do as he said, so I did as he said. After he left I would weep quietly. In the morning I would shower, not fully rested from a fitful night's sleep. After every night I told myself how many more days there were left till I could go see Spencer. Mother and Theodore almost never stayed home for the holidays.
"40 days, only 39 more days, 38 days, 37 days, 36 days, 35 days." I hated the count down.
With all of this I never let my grades slip. A scholarship was my only way out of this hell, to get out of the state. About a week before Christmas break I found out that my mom and her bf were going to Cancún, Mexico. They were going alone. I would have the house to myself. I knew they wouldn't call to check up on me. Since my family had money I was not staying home. I was going to see my best friend. I hadn't seen him since my 10th birthday, which wasn't that great of a day because my father died on that day. Some birth day present, huh? I never celebrated it again. I didn't let anyone else celebrate it either. But I was glad he was there, he was the only person I could safely show my emotions to, besides my dad.
It was now Christmas break and my mother and her bf had left last night. I packed a bag with some clothes, reminding myself it was cold in Virginia. I packed some jeans and some sweat pants and a sweater or two and some turtle necks. I packed my hygiene products and went to the cash box that my father had given me. It had had a million dollars in it. I had most of it in a bank account in my name. I rarely used that money. I had it hidden where no one would ever think to look. I sent my mail to my father's military office; where his friend had kept his mail box open for me. My mother and her bf would just throw my mail away and use my money for themselves. My father's friend was involved in some illegal activity and I had threatened to turn him in if he didn't keep it open for me. My lips have been sealed since I was eight.
I took a few thousand dollars with me. I needed to tell someone what was happening to me every night. It was getting worse. I took a cab to the airport and then boarded a plane. I may have been only 13, but I looked 21. The funny part about this fact was I was still waiting for normal body parts to develop and to go through puberty. Besides, if you were 12 you could fly alone. It was a five hour flight to D.C., which was only 7 miles from Quantico. I caught a cab and took it as close as I could get to my friend's one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. Even though his apartment only had one bathroom and one bedroom it was fairly large. I had to walk a few miles because of road work, but I didn't mind. The air here was so crisp, I was used to hot and dry.
I got to my friend's apartment. I knocked on the door and waited. I didn't think I could hear anything or anyone inside. I walked down the hall to the window. I looked out the window that looked over the parking lot. His car was there, but he usually walked to the metro—weather permitting-then after getting off the metro he walked the last two blocks to his office. I had sent him an e-mail and a text saying that I was coming. I could've called, but I was never given a moments privacy. I decided to call him before I used my keys. I didn't hear his cell phone on the inside of the apartment. He did answer though.
"Hello?" was the response I heard.
"Hi, Spencer, it's Allison," I said.
"Oh yeah, I got your text and e-mail that you were coming. Where are you?" He asked, concern coloring his voice. D.C. was a big and dangerous city.
"I'm outside your apartment. I just didn't want to barge in uninvited, that would be rude of me," I said.
"Wait! You're here right now?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered uncertain, feeling I had crossed a boundary.
"You're outside my apartment right now?" he asked.
"As we speak," I said. I waited for a response, when I didn't get one I asked, "Did I cross a boundary?"
"Uh, no, no, you're fine. Just use your keys and go in. I should be there in a few hours," Spencer said.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem Allison."
As I entered the apartment I wondered if he was on the plane and was now having to explain to the team. Ahhh, young Dr. Spencer Reid I thought. I set my stuff down by the sofa and looked inside the fridge. Of course since he wasn't home much and ate out, a lot, there wasn't much there. I grabbed $100 from my bag and left a note on the table, in case he got back before I did. I walked to the grocery store that was just 4 blocks away and got some food. I also stopped at the Chinese restaurant for supper. Both of us loved Chinese. I got back to his apartment with 15 minutes to spare. I threw the note away and started some coffee and put the groceries away.
When he entered the apartment 30 minutes later I had the Chinese food set out on the table and coffee in the coffee pot. "I hope you don't mind that I went out and got some groceries, and supper." I said. He knew I had used my own money. It was hard for me to even take a penny from him.
"Not at all. How long are you staying?" he asked sitting down.
"Till the second; School starts again on the 3rd," I said. He wouldn't ask if I had taken a cab to get the groceries. He had seen me fight a fully grown man that was twice my size and weight last year, I could usually defend myself. Now I was here. Now all I had to do was tell him. The question was, could I? I had kept it a secret for at least 3 long years. Since I was 8, I was now 13.