"Why won't you break bitch!" The gravelly voice spat.

Don't! The second you give in, he wins and you're dead! The truly terrified girl thought to herself. Don't! She thought mentally slapping herself.

"Lay down!" he spat.

"Never!" she said, her voice only half there.

The man backhanded her with all his strength causing her to fall to the ground.

"You do what I tell you!" he ordered as he leaned in for a commanding kiss. Less than a centimeter away from her, she spat in the man's face. The man instantly pulled back, wiped his face, and began beating the girl. He kicked her stomach, back, head, neck, and punched her and slapped her face repeatedly until she was almost unconscious. He finished her off with one last blow to the face; she was out- like a light.

The girl woke up to a heavy weight on her chest. As she came too, she soon realized it was a man-on top of her, she quickly rolled over to get him off. Once the man was sleeping soundly next to her, the girl realized that she was naked-100% completely naked. He had raped her- This couldn't have happened! This never happens, to anyone! She thought to herself.

The girl whipped her head around- her clothes were on the other side of the room- only then did she notice that the man had uncuffed her. Idiot! She thought to herself, letting out a silent chuckle.

This! This is how I get free She thought as she put on her clothes, or well, what there was of them. She was missing: both socks, one shoe, her top, and underwear.At this point she didn't care. She ran to the door and it flung open. She winced at the bright New York City lights at night. The girl ran into the streets in an attempt to draw attention to herself by a caring bystander. No such luck.

Bam!

What happened, W-where am I? She thought to herself wincing at the sharp pain she got every time she moved a muscle.

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Precinct 16

"El, Liv. Head down to Mercy. 14 year old girl, kidnapped, raped, and hit by a cab while escaping." Captain started, "Name is Brooklyn Elise. Abusive father- mother died last year, no foster parents, was taken from her mother's funeral last year, her life is the shits, good luck."

The two nodded and were on their way.

Mercy Hospital

The admittedly confused and not so admittedly scared girl was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Hi, Brooklyn Elise, I'm Olivia."

"Hi Olivia, and please, just call me Brooklyn. You're here to talk about yesterday- aren't you?" She asked not making eye contact.

"Yes sweetie, can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm sor- I don't remember to much- just some." She said, still looking at her feet. In her mind, apologizing is a sign of weakness, as is crying.

"I-it's okay, do you remember anything?"

"Uh… he had me handcuffed-not to anything; he was strong enough to keep me down. A-and I did something to make him mad, I don't remember what I did, but he beat me, he kicked, punched, slapped me, everywhere, until I was unconscious- when I woke up-" she stopped choking on every word she had already said. Not wanting to seem weak in Olivia's eyes, and wanting to help she persevered through the rest of the story. "When I woke up, he-he was on top of me- and I was- I turned over so he wouldn't be on me anymore and I was na- I had no clothes on…" She stopped for a minute and blinked to keep the tears back. She began again, once she had tamed the tears welling up in her eyes, "I guess he uncuffed me while he ra- raped me, because I couldn't fight back. So when I woke up and put on what little clothes were still there, and I ran. Next thing I know, here I am."

"That was great! Thank you… I will have to come back a few more times okay?"

"I-I guess; I just don't want you to get hurt." The girl said, finally raised her head and looked Olivia in the eye. "Too many people have been hurt because of me already…" she said returning her gaze to her feet.

Olivia and Brooklyn sat in silence for a while longer when Olivia got up and left.
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Precinct 16

"C-captain…" Olivia's voice cracked. Face still puffy from her tear-filled car ride back.

"Come on in Liv. What do you need?" Captain asked, trying to ignore the fact that Olivia had been crying.

"Um… Cap. I- I have a rather strange request…" She said not making eye contact.

"Like." Captain said rather sternly.

"I want to- to watch Brooklyn, you know- make sure the kidnapper doesn't come back-"

"Liv-"

"No, Captain! Let me finish! We both know damn well that he can get to her at the hospital! It's not like it hasn't happened before! We both know how it turned out last time! Let me take her home- even if it's just temporary, let me take care of her." Olivia finally finished and let Don continue.

"Liv- what I was going to say before is that it is a good idea- but- I don't want it turning out like what happened with Calvin."

"It won't cap. I promise! Just let me take care of her! Please!" Olivia pleaded, though to her, pleading showed weakness, she was happy to beg to be a mom again- if only for a few days.

"Olivia, I don't want you getting too attached, when they took Calvin from you, it hurt. Everyone could tell. I don't want you hurting anymore."

"Captain! I won't! Please captain! Please!" She pleaded once more.

Don looked around the room- looking everywhere but into Olivia's eyes.

"You will be to emotionally involved." Captain protested.

"Captain! Pull me off the case! Anything! Just let me take care of her!"

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