A/N Told from the perspective of a teenage girl. All SVU characters belong to Dick Wolf and not me :( please read and review if you want me to continue!

I paced back and forth outside the door for a few minutes. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened and someone stepped into the hallway, "can I help you with something?" she asked gently. Instinctively I took a step backwards away from the stranger. I eyed her carefully; she was tall, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and a warm smile. I opened my mouth to respond to her simple question, but nothing came out. I pulled my jacket closer around my broken body, shook my head and walked away quickly. I pressed the button calling the elevator repeatedly hoping it would come faster, even though I knew it wouldn't. As I was stepping in to the elevator I heard the gentle voice again. "This is my card; my cell phone number is on the back. If you need anything call me." she said handing me her card. As the door was closing she spoke again, "you might want to put some ice on your eye sweetheart." I lowered my head. I was so ashamed. I thought I had put enough cover up on it. Apparently not, all I knew is I couldn't get out of that building fast enough.

When I got outside I was glad it was raining, it hid the tears that were now falling freely from my face. I didn't want to go home, and I didn't really have any money so I found a bench at a nearby park and sat down. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried. I sat there for a while, my phone went off a dozen times but I ignored it. I was going to get hit when I got home anyways. Ignoring his calls couldn't make things worse then they already were. School must have called and asked where I was, that is the only reason he would bother calling me in the middle of the day.

I started to tremble thinking about what was waiting for me at home. I hate him. I can't believe that when mom died she left me with this monster. I was five when he first started hurting me, and I was eight when mom died. Sometimes I wish I had died too. It would be better then the hell I live in now. The rain had stopped, but now I was soaking wet and freezing. I began shaking, but that hurt too much. He must have broken a rib, again. I started to cry again, I knew people were staring but I didn't care.

I felt the bench shift just slightly as someone sat down at the other end. I moved further away without looking up. I was not in the mood to deal with anyone giving me crap, and I didn't think I had the strength to defend myself if needed. I was debating giving up and giving in; going home to what I knew awaited me. I lifted my head slowly because if I moved to fast I knew it was going to send a sharp pain through my face and head.

"You seem cold. I brought you some hot chocolate." The women from the police station offered me.

I just stared at her.

"I'm Detective Olivia Benson." She said smiling.

I shifted uncomfortably on the bench and as I began to stand up I winced in pain. I was hoping the detective wouldn't notice but she did.

"Hey, how about you come back to the precinct with me?" She offered gently, "I can give you some dry clothes and help you clean up a little."

I look at her for a moment; I lower my head and ask quietly. "What time is it?"

"Almost 5" she said glancing at her iPhone.

Panic rose in my stomach. "Shit" I mumble. As I move again more pain begins shooting threw my body and it hurts so much that I cant hide the pain in my face and voice. "I-I-I have to go." I stammer. "He's waiting for me. I-I-I am going to be late." I start to quickly walk away.

"Can I offer you a ride home?"

"NO!" I practically shout. I know that the detective sees the fear rise in my face. I quickly try to back peddle. "I mean I am not that far I'll walk. Thank you though." I say as I quickly head towards the hell known as my home.

I look at my phone as I walk up the stairs to the house 5:11. I know I am going to pay for being late. I cautiously unlock and open the door, trying to be quiet, but as I close and lock the door behind me, I know he knows I'm home. "Isabella" he barks at me. He appears in the doorway, I try not to flinch at the sight of him but I can't help it. In one fluid motion he is across the room, raising his hand to my face once again. The last thing I remember is him saying "don't you ever pull a stunt like that again you little shit" then a strong hand hitting and pushing me simultaneously. Then darkness.

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I opened my eyes slowly trying to figure out what happened. Wait. Where am I? It took me a moment but my eye's finally adjusted. I was lying on the bed in the spare room. That bed was only used for one thing, and my stomach started doing summersaults just thinking about it. I tried to sit up but I screamed out in pain. Since he didn't immediately come running to hit me again I knew I was alone in the house. The clocked said 7:03 that meant that my step father was at the bar for the night and would be stumbling in at the wee hours of the morning. Every square inch of my body hurt and I could barely move. I fumbled for my coat reaching for the business card and my phone.

"Benson." The voice on the other line answered after two rings. I tried to speak but I couldn't find words. "Hello?" the detective said again.

"Detective Benson? This is Isabella we met earlier today, at your office, and uhm in the park." I said cautiously trying to keep my voice even.

"What can I do for you Isabella? Is everything alright?"

"No, not really. I need your help."

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