Okay, I am getting so sick of trying to write a story, end up rereading it and seeing that it totally sucks. This is my fourth attempt at writing one of these stories, and I am hoping that this one won't fall through like the other ones.
Summary- This isn't like she thought it would be. Marriage is supposed to be a happy thing. That's not what happened for Olivia Benson though. She'd leave him in a second, but she'd lose everything, including her job. She thinks that since no one knows, she shouldn't let anyone know. However, someone else does know, and he's beginning to worry.
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Olivia sat on the couch in her small Manhattan apartment. Her three year old son, Jeffery, was curled up asleep next to her.
Olivia glanced at the clock, knowing she'd be disgusted when she saw it. It was 12:17 in the morning. Anthony never worked this late, so she knew that he was out at some bar watching strippers perform lap dances drunkenly.
She gently picked up Jeffery, trying not to wake him up. She walked slowly to his room. The walls were decorated with train wallpaper.
She gingerly laid him down in his bed. She pulled the covers up to his chin, and kissed his forehead. As she was walking out, she heard his voice. "Mommy?"
"What is it honey?" she said, pacing back in.
"Where's Daddy?" he asked, his eyes extremely large with sadness.
Olivia pushed his short brown hair off his forehead. "Daddy had to work late. You'll see him tomorrow. Go to sleep," she said, kissing him once more. He smiled sleepily before he turned over.
Olivia smiled as she headed back into the living room. She rolled her eyes as she heard him coming to the door. She groaned as she saw him stagger in.
"Hey Olivia," he slurred.
"How was the night at the strip club?" Olivia asked.
She saw his features harden in anger. "Since when do you boss me around?" he said, walking towards her.
"Does it really matter? You know, I'm only asking because there's a little boy in that room who has no idea why his father "works" so much. He looks up to you, and if he finds out you're a drunk, he won't anymore. It'll break his heart," Olivia said.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Sure you are," Olivia muttered as she began to walk towards their bedroom.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" He exclaimed, following her.
"Watch me," Olivia said as she pulled on her black sweatpants and white tank top.
Anthony walked up to her and slapped her across the face. Olivia stepped back, placing her hand on her red cheek.
"What? You scared? Leave, then," Anthony mocked.
"Oh, believe me, I would," Olivia hissed.
"So why don't you?" Anthony provoked.
Olivia stopped and dropped her head. "I can't," she whispered.
"Oh, that's right. You'd leave Jeffery with me because of your job, and me, being in charge of the all police departments in New York City could fire you like that. SO, you stay, and you get to keep your job and your son. Fair deal?" Anthony said.
Olivia just stood there. Anthony's face contorted with anger once more. "I said… fair deal? Answer me when I talk to you!" he said, grabbing hold of her shoulders.
But Olivia just couldn't bring herself to say yes. Saying yes would be giving in, but she couldn't say no. When Anthony realized this, he wrapped his hands around her neck and slammed her up against the wall.
"Olivia, you know I don't like to lose my patience. Answer me. The little boy down the hall will be left with me if you decide to leave. Even if you do, who are you going to stay with? You don't have any family, and you really don't have friends. You'll lose your job, and have to do something else that you don't want to do, right? So, I take it you'll be staying with me?" he said tightening his grip as hard as possible.
Olivia nodded wearily. "Good," Anthony said, letting go of her neck. Olivia dropped to her knees as her ran her fingers over her sore neck. She looked at Anthony as he walked into the bathroom. She thought she was tough, but yet she was able to be threatened and blackmailed by this man. She stood up slowly and grabbed a pillow. She was going to sleep on the couch tonight.
As she placed the pillow on the couch and laid down, she began to wonder about how she managed to fall in love with this man.
When she first met him, she was 33. She couldn't exactly remember how they met, but when she first saw him, she knew she was in love. Of course, so did every other female police officer.
Anthony Jacobs was handsome with his brownish blond hair that hung in front of his face. He had piercing blue eyes, and an amazing body.
When he proposed, she was happy. But somebody else was not. Elliot had just gotten over his divorce with Kathy, and he made it clear that he really did not like Anthony. But, then again, Elliot never liked any of her boyfriends.
As Olivia turned over and tried to fall asleep, she began to wonder if this was all worth it.
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At work the next day, they received a call about a single mother who was raped and murdered at her house. The only witness? Her four year old daughter.
After seeing the crime scene, they decided someone needed to talk to her. "We need someone who can talk to kids," Captain said, looking into the room where the tiny girl sat coloring. Munch and Fin backed out right away. "Liv, Elliot, why don't you both go in there, see who she responds best to?" Captain said.
They both nodded as they walked in. "You try it first," Olivia said, giving Elliot a push in the back.
Elliot walked over and sat down in the small kiddy chair. "What are you drawing?"
The girl, obviously startled by Elliot, placed her arms over the picture. Elliot turned back to Olivia, who shrugged.
"What's your name?" Elliot asked, trying again. The little girl just stared back at him. Elliot stood up, beginning to get annoyed.
Olivia saw this. She walked over and sat in the spot Elliot just had. "That's a really pretty picture. Can you tell me what it is?" Olivia tried.
"Thank you. See, this is me, and this is mommy. You can keep it," the girl said handing her the crudely drawn picture.
Olivia looked at the stick figures on it. The obviously larger one was dripping blood, and the smaller one had tears coming out of her eyes. Olivia handed it to Elliot.
"Can you tell me what your name is, sweetheart?" Olivia asked.
"Kristy," the girl said meekly.
"Kristy? That's a very nice name," Olivia said.
The girl smiled like she was proud. Olivia and Kristy talked for a while, and Olivia managed to get out a small description of what the man looked like.
When Olivia realized that that was all they were going to get, she placed her hand on the little girl's hand and said, "Kristy, you have been such a big help. Thank you so much."
Kristy looked at Olivia and smiled. Her smile then changed. "Why is your neck blue?" she asked. When Elliot heard this, he thought the little girl was crazy for a minute.
Olivia placed her hand on her neck softly, feeling the tenderness of the small bruises. "Oh, that's, uh, from my pen," Olivia said as she got up. As she did, Elliot cocked his head, seeing the odd-shaped bruise on her neck.
As he looked more, he realized that it was the shape of a hand.
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Whew. A breathless rush of writing. I hope you liked it, and if you did, please tell me.