Hey guys! Just wanted to say hey, this is my first fanfiction and I hope you adore it! Because I do!
~Bensler98

CHAPTER ONE: ROMEO AND JULIET: A CHANCE MEETING

Seventeen year old Olivia Benson padded through Central Park, bruises, cuts and red blotches visible in the glint of the pale moonlight. She had just endeared a severe beating from her alcoholic mother Serena Benson, and had to get out of the house; so she snuck out when her mother had fallen unconsious in a drunken stupor on her oak floor of the kitchen. For some reason she couldn't remember why her mother had decided to beat her almost sensless a third time in the last month. She knew her mother always had gotten drunk to surpress the pain of seeing her very face, but she couldn't understand why she had to begin hitting her when she wasn't the reason she was born. And at times, Olivia couldn't fathom why a mother could blame her daughter for her stupid mistake. Of course, she couldn't blame her mother for getting raped, it was just, why did she have to be drunk with her door unlocked in New York for pete's sakes?

Olivia came to a bench and painfully sat down. Her mother had forced her to the ground and began kicking her and yelling profanity's at her. She shuddered. She was sure if Serena hadn't passed out, she would have died there as she lay limply on the ground.

Glancing down at her watch, she found that it was eight o'clock already, and that the sun had set finally. Sighing she huddled deeper into the thin sweatshirt she was wearing that almost barely covered her flaws. Groaning she stood, and began to walk slowly, absently plodding down the walk. She didn't know if she could take this lifestyle much longer...

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Elliot Stabler, a twenty year old kid, trekked through Central Park, clad in a pair of denim jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. He couldn't take the yelling and screaming his mother and father did when his mother had finally come back from where ever the heck she went on her little adventures.

His mother was bipolar, and he had no problem with that, since he helped her with it by making sure she took her meds. He would look after her and make sure she didn't meander too far out into the ocean in their backyard in Jersey, or speed in her car at 70 mph chasing snowflakes in winter, like she had when little Elliot was only five. He ended up breaking his arm,and being scared to take car rides with her agian. His father ,though, would beat him up a bit to show it was his fault for letting his mother do the insane things she did as a result of his sickness.

'Dad,'he'd say,'please don't hit me anymore. I won't let mom do it again.' He begged and pleaded but his father would never let up, just blow harder.

Elliot rubbed a hand over his face, stopping to wince louldly at the swollen shiner that adorned his left eye. His old man just wouldn't let up, but at least he wouldn't hit his mother...

Taking a glance around the park his glance came to rest on a young girl walking toward him. She looked to be about seventeen, with short dark hair and sad brown eyes. He smiled, but then a frown set in when his eyes settled a upon the purple blotches, scars and contusions. He then realized, he had to talk to her.

"Hi," he said a bit nervously.

She flinched before her head darted upward and she starred at him, his attire apparently unnerving her. She quickly began walking away but he wouldn't let her. He reached out and rested his right hand on her left shoulder.

"W-wait. I just want to ask what happened," he tried desperately again.

She stopped finally looking into his eyes and relaxing a bit more. "Nothing." She mumbled.

"Those cuts and blemishes don't look like nothing to me." He began to press, but not too hard, he didn't want scare her.

"It was an accident, I fell down the subway okay?" She began walking again. This guy started to creep her out, why would her care if a battered woman walked past him. He looked like he had his own problems to deal with, he didn't need another burden.

"Fell down a subway, are you gonna tell me the truth, or am I gonna have to follow you home and see what's going on," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

She stopped.

"Why do you care so much? Are you just trying to get in my pants? Is that it?"
"No. I don't use, what happened to you, as a pick-up line. If you get to know me, I'm a pretty decent guy."

"Yeah, somehow, I doubt that."

"Really. Let me guess, your boyfriend did this to you?"

"No."

"Your dad."

"No."

"You're brother," she shook her head.

" I don't have either of those."

"Your mother?"

She didn't answer him.

"Why would your mother do something like that?"
"I never said it was my mother. Why do you want to know? And why should I tell you? I don't even know you."
"No, but if you let me help you you could get to know me. What's your name?"

"Olivia. Benson."

He smiled. "Pretty name. Suits a pretty girl."

She scoffed."Now, tell me yours."

"Elliot, Stabler. Now you wanna tell me what happened?"

She shook her head yet again.

"Talking might make you feel better."

"How would you know."

"Went to a therapist for an abusive father. Me and my siste Cate both, before she got sick. Never thought I would, but it helped immensly. Helped us both."

"I'm sorry about your sister."

"Not your fault. What about you? It's obviously your mother who beat the crap out of you, why?"
"She got drunk again."

He nodded understandably. "She pass out or something?"

"Yeah how'd you know?"
"My dad was drunk too. That's how I got this shiner." He smiled. He felt a deep bond with this girl, and knew she had too. He could see it in her eyes. "Where you gonna go? Sneak back in when your mom's still unconsious?" He was hoping not.

"Yeah. It's what I do every night." That's it. She had his heart. Olivia needed someone. And that someone, was gonna him.

"Wanna crash at my place?"

Her dark eyes widened like saucers."What?"
"My place. You can take my guest room. I have an apartment here. I got my own place after I got into college. Tried visting my mom, that's when dad was visiting too. Mostly to see if Cate was holding up. But she was staying with me, which was what I told him. Mom couldn't take care of her. Thus, the shiner," he chuckled as she shrugged suggestively," you can take the guest room so your mom won't dog on you anymore tonight. It'd make me feel better if you did."

This Elliot Stabler guy, was quite the gentleman. She smiled and nodded. She'd rather be at school tommorrow than experience a beating...

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