Story-The love drug

Chapter-One-shot

A/N-This is a one shot so I hope u like it. Sorry it is taking me so long with the other stories. This is going to be the opposite of what it really is.

I was now 29 years old, out of danger, out of fear, and regaining my hope to love, what my mother could not do, because she was always drunk to the bone. I thought to myself, I was not capable of love, intimacy, feeling sensual, sexy in a man's arms, even for that matter in my book I would never feel that, because am worthless, an nobody. Is what my mom always said, no matter what people say or try to tell me, I am not cable pf love, because I did not know love.

I was in my last year of college, when I was going out with my friends to a party at my best friends parents house, they were on business. It was an excellent party then I set my drink down to go to the restroom, which was the first real mistake I thought I would ever make. But whom was I, an stupid adult clueless of the dangers out there in the world or what could came into the world. I came out of the rest room and picked up my drink.

I noticed three guys were staring at me, so I just stared back. I picked up my drink and headed up to the rooms up the stairs and there was an empty room so I went in, not knowing what was in store for me. I finished my drink and started to feel very dizzy, my head felt like it was going to explode. The last thing I remember was hearing the door open, I thought it was my best friend Savannah, I then blacked out completely.

I woke up and I was naked, this guy put a blanket over me, I was in an paramedic heading to the hospital. Subsequently, this guy I some were, but it did not hit me until I was finally in a comfortable hospital bed, and I realized he was from my school, and in several of my classes. He was a very nice boy he seemed, but I never really talked to him. He was always eyeing me and flashing this vivid sexy smile.

They preformed a rape kit on me to see if there were any fluids present. They found three different types of DNA. Then I realized I had just been raped, I thought this could never happen me. That guy was still at the hospital waiting for an okay to go in. But only family can go in, so he lied just to see if I was okay. It felt good to be loved for once in my life, someone who gave a damn and took all measures to make sure those three guys were arrested and went to hell for what they did to a sweet girl like me.

I was lying there helpless as ever, but I started to fall in love with him and I barely knew him, I did not even know his name for crying out loud. He came in and sat by me and he held my hand, and his touch was soothing nonetheless, he was warm, sincere, loving, his eyes were warm, and told a story that was soothing, and add to that he was very sensual, and sexy creature. I was attracted to him and he sat there and asked me how I was and he came all the time, Savannah, our friend Summer dawn.

I was so scared those three rapists would come back and kill me. But Savannah ensured me that they would not come back and kill me. "What is your name cutie?" I asked with a sparkle in my eye.

"My name is whatever you want it to be sweet pea," he said as he ran his hands throw my hair. "Na my name is Elliot stabler, what's yours?" He asked as he gave me a kiss on my forehead, and continued to hold my hand

"My name is whatever you want it to be babe," I said as I continue to hold his hand. "Na my name is Olivia Benson?"

We sat here, quiet, and were just enjoying each others company. For no reason at all, I asked him some personal questions but not to personal. The first question I asked him was if he had a girlfriend and he said no. He ensured me the best cops were working on her case. I got discharged from the hospital and guess who was there to pick me up Elliot. I was so happy, that he cared this much about me, and he barely knew me.

His eyes were as blue as the sky, a muscular body type, but his chest was as soft as I could have imagined. Wait hold up I said to myself why am I doing this, letting someone to close to me, letting someone hold me or my hand. Then it dawned on me that I was in-love him. He saved me, found me, and spent all his free time with me, when he could have spent it else where.

"I was thinking we could get you dressed, then I would take you out to lunch." He asked me and I then realized he liked me for me, and in the case more then a friend. But I did not want to push the issue, neither did he after what had just happened, My mind was telling me, he mind hurt me, but my body was telling a different story. I wanted to be close to him, for him to hold me and never let go.

"Sure sounds great," I said to him and smiled. I felt like I knew him my whole life. "First let's get you showered and clothed we can get u showered at my apartment, if that's okay with you?" he asked, he is such a gentleman. I looked at him and nodded my head as a yes. Then we went to his apartment, he gave me some boxers, sweats, shirt, and sweater, and while I was in the shower he washed my bra for me.

As I think about it, that is to much to ask from a one week relationship. He sang me to sleep every night I was in the hospital, sometimes I would join him and his mouth would drop open from amazement, he said he has never heard such a beautiful voice, or for that matter such a beautiful women. I soon found out, that his dad is a cop, which was more soothing for no reason at all.

He also talked to the board of all schools, to let them know what had happened to me, and how he saved me, because they put to much of the love drug in my drink, I was half dead. They agreed to pay for an apartment on the outside of school so I felt safer, and this apartment had alarm in it so I had to do is set the code then I would know if anyone entered. Elliot had an extra key and the code so I knew if he came over, but he always knocked first.

Elliot helped me with the move to the apartment, it seemed like I fell in love with him everyday all over again. He came over the next day, he yelled my name and no response. He then walked into the bedroom, no sign of me then he hurt my silent sobs escape my mouth, he navigated his way into the restroom but first he knocked and asked if I was clothed.

When he heard no response again he closed his eyes and walked into the restroom and I pulled him down next to me, then I told him to open up his eyes and he did. Tears started welling up in his eyes when he saw me there lying in a puddle of my blood, my wrists were sliced very deep. I could barely keep my eyes open, he shook my softly and got like five towels to clean up the blood on the floor, and wrap a wet towel around both of my wrists to stop the blood.

I was slipping away slowly, I told him to let me go home. He is stubborn as hell. He slipped away from me and went and got the phone from the bedroom then came back to me and held me while talking to the police and they arrived in less then five minutes. He thought I was slipping only because of the blood loss, but all in all I took pills, to many pills.

I was so depressed it took about almost two weeks for it to kick in, that I had been raped, had my dignity, pride, stolen from me. I was broken, my best friend tried to help me but I would just push her away. So she stayed away, but she talked to Elliot all the time about how I was doing. She was just being respectful of my wishes, well they weren't actually wishes more like I was compelling her to just leave me alone until I was ready to make amends with myself, and those who loved me dearly.

I tried to be brave and make amends, but I was not strong enough yet. They paramedics, police cars, fire trucks, came in less then five minutes. They took me to the hospital, they did not realize how bad I was until they sewed up, I needed a total of 50 stitches, because they had to sew the muscle up. Then they had to pump my stomach so I did not die.

After they fixed me up they did a pap on me, to see if there was any skin tissue damage. Elliot was out in the waiting room, for the second time in less then a month. I was grateful that he was there for me, he called my best friend to let her know that her best friend was in the hospital again. Then he explained what had happened to me. She came to the hospital right away with summer dawn.

"I looking for a Mr. Stabler." The doctor called to him and told him what was up, and the doctor wanted him to tell her she was pregnant and there was damage to her insides, but not to worry to much that it would heal. He came in and he sat by me and held my hand, and for once I felt at peace with his touch. Then he explained what was going on with me and I was pregnant. I screamed out loud, and the nurses came running in when they heard me. Elliot was trying to control me and I finally calm down, then I was crying, he just held me.

I buried my face in his chest, he asked them what was going to happen to me. That made me more depressed knowing they were going to put me in a physic ward. He ensured me it was not for that long and he would be there for me every step of the way if he had too. Also and however long it took to get me back to my normally giddy self.

They transferred her to the mental health unit after a couple days in the hospital. She was crying all the time, and when she found out Elliot could not see her for a couple of days due to the rules of the hospital. She was even more upset that he could not be there for her during this time of distress and need.

I laid in my room on my bed and cried myself to sleep, I did not eat, and when I did I threw it back up anyways. The hospital was aware of me being pregnant, so they could not give me any anti-depression medication. Also females had to deal with me, I did not want any males near me. I would scream when they cam near me. They soon learned I just been raped like 3 weeks earlier. They put me on suicide watch, to make sure I did not try anything else. Finally Elliot could come and see me, that made me so much more happier. He brought me some cloths that he bought for me from walmart and fashion bug, also my school work that I had missed, which was a lot.

I was surprised he knew my size, including panties and bras. I was so thankful for him being there for me, but I was also very mean to him when he came to see me. I thought he was going to leave me and not come back when I slapped him across the face really hard and left a hand print on his face. He just grabbed me and held me, I started to cry as he held me real close.

"I don't want this baby Elliot," I said starting to fight him he still held me even through I hit him a couple more times. When I saw his face and he was bloody, I felt worse then so I got up and got a tissue and cleaned him up then I said I was so sorry. He then asked me why didn't I want the baby. I told him I did not want that burden on my shoulders every time I look at him or her.

He said he would support any decision I made about the baby. He then talked to the doctors and nurses about my progress, they told him that I have been isolating myself, and not eating proper, nevertheless, they also told him, she has been throwing up her food. He was wondering what they met. They told him I have an eating disorder.

They told him I would not be getting discharged for a little while. He asked them what they met by that that, she told him either from one week to months. She is too depressed to be on her own, so they suggested she stay with Elliot when she is discharged. He took the liberty to get all my stuff, and put it in his apartment until she is released into his care. Then let the board members of what was going on.

Elliot was two years older then me exactly. It seemed like he knew all about me, he read me like a book. He stood by my side threw this whole drastic situation, and he supported me when I decided to get an abortion. I did not want the burden of knowing that every time I looked at my baby, I relived what happened to me. I also did not want to become the monster my mom and dad were, drinking, hurting my child. When this happened I was considering getting my tubes tied, so I could never get pregnant even if my husband wanted a child, but then I would have to tell him what was going on with me and what had happened.

I did not want to be forced to relive what had happened and the way it happened. I was starting to finally come around, but I still did not want men near me. I know it may sound strange, that I let Elliot near me, then on the other hand I won't let any other man near me. He was there for me, and with me when I went and got an abortion. He understood why I did not want the baby, I told him I mind get my tubes tied, he told me to give it time. That I mind want kids later on, when I meet the right guy.

I told him I think I have met the right guy, but I am still not sure, rather or not any man will want me if they knew the real me. It was 3 months later, since the abortion, and I was doing really good in therapy, and I was reacting good with the medication I was on. They finally released me into Elliot care. They gave him my meds and told him how to give them to me.

I finally started to make amends, with myself and stopped blaming myself for what had happened to me. I will not let anyone near me still except Elliot, he was the only person. But, I started talking to my best friend and friends on email, IM, and the telephone. There were nights when I got so lonely that I asked him to sleep with me, he held me around the waist and I slept peaceful, no nightmares, waking up throwing up, sweating, screaming. But, sometimes I accidentally hit him in the face or stomach.

He just held me tighter, until I calmed down. I turned to face him and smile at him. "Hi." I said and kissed him on the lips.

"Hi to you to." He said as he kissed me back. Then we fell asleep again and I woke up every morning to see his face, cooking breakfast, and a fresh pot of coffee.

"Good morning Elliot." She went over and kissed him on the lips again, he held her around t he waist and deepen the kiss. "I love you Elliot, I never thought I could feel like this, or even be capable of being loved back."

He never made the first move, it was always me, Elliot let me go on my own pace. I felt a desire to make love to him but I was afraid he would leave me after we did. We were friends but we wanted more but we were waiting to see if we actually love each other that much. We have been friends now for six months now going on seven now. He has been there for me threw out everything the smacking, yelling, and so on and so fourth. "Can we talk after we finish breakfast, I made your favorite!" He said as we sat and ate in peace. Then I helped him clean up, then we went over to the couch, but first he went and got a blanket. I scooted on to his lap and he covered us both.

"I was wondering if you wanted to take this friendship to the next level?" He asked me, I was so happy to hear those words, I said yes. I just sat on his lap and he sang to me like in the hospital. Which was very soothing and I soon fell asleep. So he picked me up and took me into his bedroom and laid me in his bed and he held me around the waist and covered us up and he went to sleep right next to me.

Sorry leaving you here. I know it is so mean, but I love cliff-hangers at the end of my one-shots. I already know you will be asking me to write more, the only way I will write more is if I get lots of reviews saying to write more.