Olivia
By CaptainWithAPickle
PROLOGUE
Where does ones life begin? When you're born? From your first step, first word? When you finally become independent, get a job, fall in love? All of our stories start at different points, all of our triumphs and failures mould us into the people we become. Others take their past as an excuse to become a failure; others use it to become stronger and to turn into the person no one believed they would become. My story is a bit like this, so many people spent their lives trying to break me and turn me into someone they believed I should become, instead of the person I wanted to become.
Why am I telling you this? To set you up for a story filled with heartache and pain. One that should have been filled with love and happiness. One you would have believed was a good story looking at the beautiful woman she has become today.
No, this is not my story I am going to tell you, even though the two are intertwined. Instead I will tell you the story of the strongest, most intelligent, most beautiful person I have met in my life, the woman I spent my whole life hating. This is my mother's story.
Be aware this story is heartbreaking and unbelievably unforgiving. Its one you won't believe could exist and one you wished didn't. Olivia Benson grew up in an abusive household, even though she strived to be someone her mother could be proud of. The brunette beauty was a scholar, class president, and a beauty queen. She also grew up to be one of the best sex crime detectives in New York City. Although her life now seems one full of happiness and success, its one she shaped on her own. Its not one she is proud of but it is one she has used to help those who need her, because no one was there when she needed them.
Olivia's mother was an alcoholic, who died when she was drunk, falling down a flight of stairs. Her father in 1968 raped her mother getting her pregnant. Serena, saw her rapist in Olivia's eyes, and sometimes couldn't stand the sight of her own beautiful daughter. Olivia has felt alone all her life.
Now don't get me wrong, this story is a painful one but also one that is uplifting, proving that beyond all odds there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Listening to me talk about this woman may have you confused on why I hated her so much. Well it was a misunderstanding as she gave me up when I was four, where I was bounced around from one abusive foster home to the next, not understanding why she didn't want me. I did not understand my mother or where she came from, or even her reasons behind letting me go, but after you here her story like me, you will forgive her, understand her and love her. As all she has ever wanted is to have a family, and to be loved unconditionally by someone who sees all her scars and knows all her secrets but loves her anyway. Isn't that what we all want, and what a few of us have taken for granted.
Yes, I want to tell you my story, but in order for you to understand mine; I must tell you hers; as we are linked not only by name and blood, but by history. Even though for 17 years I did not know who she was, our stories have run along the same paths, never meeting or crossing each other, but forever intertwined.