First off I want to say that I was very, very hesitant to actually upload this (just ask noz4a2 and ab89us) please let me know what you think, honeslty and I promise that Olivia as a child will not be anymore graphic than this first chapter…although should I make it p/o, that will be :D
Ok so this is going to be graphic and dark and painful but hopefully a good story. M for sex, violence, child abuse and more. Each chapter will be split into two halves, young Olivia and now Olivia.
Chapter 1
5 year old Olive Dunham sat in the corner of the cupboard. Her yellow dress streaked with blood and dirt. It was dark inside the cupboard and quiet out in the rest of the house, two of the things she wanted most out of everything in the world. But then the only sound to break that silence, the only sound she could hear was the heavy footsteps of the man in the house.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are." That sound should have been the sound of a fun afternoon playing and having fun. spending time with her step father while her sister and mother were away. But instead, she spent the whole time hiding from him. "Olive. I will find you…" She heard the bedroom door open and slam closed, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he finds her. His footsteps creaking on the wooden floorboards, slow and calculated. She placed her hand over her mouth to stop the sound of her breathing, also to cover the sound of the sob that was threatening to escape her mouth and in turn it seemed to stop his footsteps.
His shadow formed outside the door and it froze, turned and forced the door open. Olive gasped at the force and the evil smirk that had formed on his face. "Sweetheart, I told you I would find you…" Olive felt the force on her arm as he pulled her from the cupboard and onto the large bed. She laid very still, she had learnt long ago that it hurt more if she moved and so she stay quiet and still but that didn't stop the tears from falling. "Shh sweetheart. Don't cry." He spoke in her ear.
His hand traveled up her leg slowly, causing painful goosebumps to form, he reached the hem of her dress, his hand only kept going. The higher his hand went, the slower it traveled, feeling her skin and drawing lazy patterns on her thigh. More tears fell and his hand found he underwear. Playing with the side, he pulled them down slowly. Once they reached her feet, Olive tensed instinctively and it didn't help when she felt his fingers wondering back up her leg and under her dress. He touched her, felt her, rubbed her and all she could do was cry. He made it hurt more if she screamed and so she was silent, squeezing her eyes closed and hoped it was all just a dream.
It had always been a strange feeling, this foreign object inside of her, moving painfully. She never liked it, never wanted it. It hurt and she cried, silently.
31 year old Olivia Dunham stood outside the second floor unit, on the left of the door, gun at the ready and bullet proof vest tightened to the max. She wasn't alone, SWAT waited for her order, agents waited for her make a move. She was frozen for a moment, listening for anything sighs of life inside. It was quiet and dark, the rain outside had picked up and at the moment, it matched her mood perfectly. She motioned for an agent to be on the right of the door and someone whispered in her ear "Livia, you sure about this?" It was deep and she recognized it instantly. "Yes." She hissed his silence and that's what he became.
Stepping in front of the door, she raised her foot and her gun and decidedly slammed her foot into the door, causing it to explode off its hinges. She advanced into the entrance, clearing it within a moment. SWAT followed, searching each room, finding nothing but empty can of beer and bottles of vodka. There was no food, none that was edible anyway, no clean clothes and the water ran brown.
Each room was cleared. The house was empty. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, Olivia stared at the bloodied clothing, small enough to fit a child, a 5 year old child. Her jaw locked as Peter walking into behind her, searching the room with his eyes until they fell on the clothing. Bloodied underwear and ripped dresses, his heart ached. They were both silent.
"There's nothing here, Agent Dunham. The house is clear." The SWAT leader spoke from the doorway before turning back to his men and motioning for them to go back to the hall way. Olivia was certain this is where they would find the child. She had made a promise to herself that she would find the little girl, but for some reason, they had come up short and she couldn't understand why. Peter noticed her displacement and stepped towards her, placing a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry Liv. We will find her." He knew this was important to her, more than it should have been but her emotions made her the agent she was and no one dared question that.
She turned to face him but he kept his hand on her arm, her stare fixed on him, no words were spoken. He took a step towards the door hoping to coheres her into coming with him and she did, begrudgingly. Somewhere between the middle of the bedroom and the doorway, Peter's hand had slipped into hers, he had been doing that a lot during this case and they both knew it was a show of encouragement. When they were in view of others, their hands were not together but in moments like this, when they were alone, he would hold her small hand in his large one.
She stopped in the doorway suddenly. His hand jerking from hers, he turned to face her, but came to find her back was to him and head moving as thought she was scanning the room again. "Dunham?" he was in full view of the other agents and had returned to his professionalism. She would have grinned if she had been listening to him but something had occurred in her mind.
She moved around the room slowly, seemingly as if she was hunting something or someone. She was facing Peter now and he watched as she eyes darted around the room, concentrating on the smallest of details and the smallest of things.
Step by step she finally turned around and face the cupboard. Reaching out slowly, she laid her hand on the doorknob and turned it. It swung open. The smell of old clothes found her nose but her eyes glued onto the small form in the corner of the cupboard, knees to her chest and her yellow dress bloodied. Olivia knelt down slowly, trying not to scare the child. She was shaking like a leaf and her cheeks were covered in tears. The little girl's face rose slightly and softened when she saw Olivia looking at her. "Hey sweetie. It's ok. Do you want to come with me?"
The little girl watched Olivia closely for a moment, before creeping from her hiding place and into the door way. She looked around and froze when she saw Peter standing in the room. Shuffling back to her seat quickly, she brought her knees to her chest and held them there. Her eyes full of panic and fear. Olivia glanced back at Peter, who's face had softened even more at the sight of the child. "Peter, why don't you take the other agents outside so I can get her out." Olivia whispered but Peter hesitated. "You sure?" Olivia smiled gently and nodded. She watched him leave before turning back to the girl.
"Charlotte, he is gone. Do you want to come with me? We can get you out of here." Olivia had sat on the floor, Indian style, she outstretched her hand hoping the girl would take it. "How do you know my name?" it was quiet and scared. Olivia smiled, "Because I am here to help you. I'm here to keep you safe." Charlotte brought her fingers to her mouth and chewed on them for a moment. "Promise?" Olivia smiled once again.
"I promise." Charlotte scooted over to Olivia and was pulled into her arms. "You are safe with me." Olivia held her close as she walked back into the entrance to the house, Peter stood off to the side. Charlotte noticed him before Olivia did and she began to shake in Olivia's arms, she buried her head in Olivia's shoulder and held on for dear life. "Liv, we are going to have to get her used to being around men. At least until we can get her back to the lab." Peter's voice was quiet but Olivia agreed. This was something she didn't want to have to do.
"Charlotte honey, can you look at me?" Olivia brushed away some hair that had stuck to Charlotte's cheeks, and Charlotte looked at Olivia through red eyes. "Can you listen to me for a second?" Charlotte nodded. "See this man? He wants to say hello. He is my best friend and I promise that he won't hurt you." Peter tried to take a step forward but Charlotte let out a whimper. "Remember when I told you that I promise to keep you safe?" Charlotte nodded again, "Well he wants to help me do that." Her head rose slightly and looked once at Peter and back at Olivia, "Does he keep you safe?" Olivia glanced up at Peter who had become silent.
"Yes. Yes he does." She spoke never taking her eyes from Peter who smiled and nodded a thank you. Since coming back and dealing with the fall out from Altlivia, Peter and Olivia had been strained. He was trying to prove he wanted her and she was trying to keep her insecurities down. She had started letting him in more during this case and they had even been spending more time together, Peter could only hope that Olivia was letting him in.
Charlotte looked up at Peter from under her lashes, she blinked a few times before shifting in Olivia's arms. "What's your name?" She spoke and Peter took another few steps towards her, so he was standing right next to Olivia. "My name is Peter. And I promise I will keep you safe." She leaned over slightly and watched him before turned back to Olivia and closing her eyes.
Walking to the car, Olivia and Peter were intent on getting her check out at the hospital before organizing what to do. The car trip was uneventful and silent. Charlotte had finally taken a liking to Peter, although she was hesitant at first around him, she seemed to trust Olivia and whatever Olivia said she believed.
They both knew they were going to have problems when another male agent tried to come and speak to Olivia, who was standing next to who was holding Charlotte. As he got closer to them, Charlotte began to shake and cry and held on to Peter's collar like it was keeping her alive. Realizing that she wasn't going to go with or be with any other males, Olivia was beginning to think that the child was going to grow up with more issues than she ever did.
Olivia looked in the rear vision mirror and smiled to herself. Peter was sitting in the back of the car, Charlotte still held tightly against him but she was fast asleep. Her head buried in his collar and her hands griping his shirt tightly. His hands running up and down her back gently and his cheek resting on the top of her head. He looked so sad and broken as he held her, much like Olivia felt when this case came across her desk.
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