so not sure why I am so attached to the charecter of chery avery but I have so much compassion for her..now this is rewritting fallacy sort of..but with cheryl having someone there for her

it will continue after the case as well...

I dont own the charecters yada yada yada =)

I was just about to go to sleep after a long day of work and school when the door slammed open.

I heard her set of keys being tossed to the counter then the bedroom door slam-shaking the walls. I quickly threw off my covers..pulled on sweatshirt over my tank and shorts and

went to her door. I knocked on it.

"Cheryl? Hunny?"

"I cant..." she murmered through the closed door.

"Babe did you and Eddie in a fight? What happened?" The door clicked unlocked and I opened it. She was sitting on the bed, her shirt was stained with blood and her hand

was wrapped in gauze.

"Oh my god...Cheryl what..."

"Joe...joe tried to rape me...he..." her lips trembled and she hung her head. "He was gonna tell Eddie..and..."

"And what Cheryl?"

"I hit him over the head I..." she choked back tears and I sat next to her and pulled her close. My phone started vibrating it was a text from Cheryl boyfriend Eddie.

"Cam...is Cheryl okay? I had to tell the cops where she was...Joe is dead...she has no idea..have her call me when the cops leave. Thanks E." I quickly texted back "Thanks E. Shes pretty shook up right now.

Sorry about Joe...we'll get through this. Cami"

"Who is it?" she asked wiping her eyes.

"The cops are on their way hun...get changed..." She hung her head again. I lifted her chin. "You know what ever happens im here every step of the way. I love you hun." I kissed her forehead and left her to

get dressed. Just as soon as I closed her door the buzzer rang.I opened the front door.

"Cheryl Avery? Detective Benson." the female spoke.

"No.. but come in. She will be out in a second. Im Camille...uh...Cam... Cheryls been living with me since she was 16." I said just as she emerged from the bedroom.

"Can we speak with her alone?" the male detective asked.

"Oh uh sure..of course. I'll be outside Cher...I need a smoke.." she nodded meekly.

I stepped outside and had to choke back the tears.I had to be stong...for Cheryl especially. I pulled my emergency stash of cigerettes out of my purse and lit up. I didnt smoke very often..I found it to be a disgusting habbit but this was a rare time and

I wasnt sure what the detectives did or didnt know about her and if they knew the truth...she was going to jail. I assumed they would question me after her. I couldnt let anything more happen to her especially jail...This girl had been through so much already

She was a pre-op transsexual. and I was the one person besides her sister who understood anything about her. Her dad did nothign but beat the shit out of her-hoping to beat the woman out of her

but he failed. Her mother- just through the book of God in her face saying she was the devils child or some shit like that. At 16 her dad beat the crap out of her gave her five minutes to get together a backpack and kicked

her out. She called me her voice barely audible

FLASHBACK

"Cami...he did it again...but they kicked me out...what am I going to do? Cami?"

"Where are you babe...youre staying with me..."

"I cant..after-"

"Shut up...WHERE ARE YOU?" I barely yelled so she knew I was serious.

"At the Hole..." she whimpered. The Hole was a little cafe that was near her house that we'd get coffee or pie or somethign and just spend hours talking.

I met Cheryl when she was 14. -a freshman. I was subbing for a teacher for the rest of the year due to some complications. I was following some other teachers when I heard a commotion down the hall. They glanced down the hallway extanged pathetic looks and walked away. I turned to see four boys beating the shit out of her.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING?" I screamed not caring about cussing. They stared at me with blank looks.

"Get the fuck out of here.." I growled knowing from the passing faculty that the princapal woudlnt do shit. I had heard about Cheryl. This young boy...Charlie..who had wanted to be a girl. The other teachers

said to just avoid him because hes just a little freak and that he was just seeking attention.

"Are you okay hun?" I asked helpig her to her feet. I took her back to my classroom getting stares as we passed students and teachers in the halls. She looked at me cautiously.

"Nobodys ever helped me before..."

"Im not nobody sweetie" I smiled. It took her awhile but finally she trusted me and she was in my classroom almost every day. We'd usually talk about her problems at home. She just wanted them to understand

and accept her. She spent a few nights at my house-especially to escape the wrath of her father. That summer she was confined to the house but she snuck out a few times-mostly to see me just so she had someone to talk to. I gave her a cell phone to be able to call me. She was pretty good at hiding it from her parents.I didnt go back to teach- I got a job at a music company but I did everything I could to see her almost every day.

She was stealing her mothers hormones-which I didnt reccommend but it was the only logical thing in her mind. Her parents found out when she was 16 and they flipped kicking her out. Im not even sure they cared where she went. Because I couldnt adopt her-it was tough to get insruance-for her hormone pills. So I gave her my birth control pills. She pleaded I didnt send her back to school & reluctanly I gave in. I hated to see her in pain-and so she stayed home- until she was 18 and could legally change her name and get a job. She refused to let me pay for her surgery.. even thought I had pleanty of money too. My parents had died when I was 21.. leaving me over 50 million dollars. But she wanted to earn it for herself.

I went back upstairs and sat outside our apartment. The door opened about five minutes later.

"Cami? Can we talk to you for a second?" Elliot Stabler (male detective) asked.

"Sure" I said wiping my eyes-not realizing I was crying. He shut the door behind them.

"So you two are close?"

"Shes like a daughter to me..." I said cooly.

"So where were you tonight?"

"Home...you can ask the doorman...never left..." I said irritated already.

"What did Cheryl tell you about tonight?" Olivia Benson asked.

"That sick son of a bitch Joe tried to rape her..."

"You dont take kindly to Joe?" I had to laugh.

"I hate him...always have. He was in some of the same college classes I was..tried to get with me more then once..got pissed when I wouldnt...I didnt even want Cheryl dating Eddie becauuse of him...but I cant stop her...Joe tried to rape me...my boyfriend walked in just in time...but...Cheryl doesnt know that...all I know is what Cheryl told me and..Eddie texted me ...is Joe really dead?"

"Yeah...Elliot said softly.

"We'll have some more questions as we investigate this more...Take care Camielle. And take care of Cheryl..she seems to be real shook up.." Olivia said squeezing my shoulder.I nodded and walked them to the stairs. "Do you think Cheryl will be okay?"

"Nothing therapy cant cure..." I said wanting them to leave. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I slid to the floor and put my hands in my face.

"Cami?" she whimpered.

"What are we going to do?" I mumbled.

"I need to go to bed.." she said in almost a whisper. I stood up and pulled her in a hug. I kissed the top of her head.

"You sleep tight hun. We will figure this all out..." she hugged me tight and this time didnt fight back tears. I kissed her head again and she looked at me. "Goodnight hunny"

"Night Cam..I love you.." she forced out a smile. I went to my room and laid down. I figured I woudlnt be getting much sleep. these next few days were going to be long..and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure no more bad happened to Cheryl.