LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT…

A NIGHTMARE FROM HELL...

DISCLAIMER:

LAW & ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT AND CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

AUTHOR'S NOTE/WARNING:

This is something that happened to me and will was a little hard to write. It's been a long time since wrote a...

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit story.

So I'll try to do my best. This will be told from my P.O.V. I will be changing the names of everyone, but myself.

CHAPTER 1: HOW IT STARTED...

ELIZABETH'S P.O.V.

THE MIDDLE OF JULY 2000...

My name is Elizabeth…

I am 17 1/2 and will in September turn 18.

Years ago at the age of seven I had been molested by my stepfather, but that was a secret I carried and no one else knew about, also the fact that my stepdad had walked in on me to shave while I took a shower when I was fifteen. I could see he was looking my way out of the corner of his eye.

Now it was a little over ten years since my stepfather had been molested and about two years since he walked in on me in the shower (Another secret I had kept). My mom had finally divorced my stepfather when I was fifteen just a couple of weeks after he walked in me on the shower.

Now it's the middle of July and I'm 17-years-old. I'll be eighteen in September.

I moved in with my sister (Reba) who was working as a live in nanny, her boss (Kirsten),

Kirsten's two boys...

10-year-old: Kyle
His 5-year-old brother: Jordan

As well as Kirsten's live in boyfriend: Kendall

As well as I remember everything was fine for the first month or so and I don't remember any signs of what was to come.

But that all changed...

AUGUST 12, 2000

On the night of August 12th we were all sitting in the living room and someone started calling me names and picking on me.

Growing up I had always been one of those shy kids and had been teased in school. So I did not take someone teasing me or calling me names lightly.

I also was not really one to fight back, so after a few minutes I had enough and went into the room with my sister.

It wasn't long after that Kendall came into the room...

"What is your problem?" He demanded...

Then threw me against the wall, my back hit a toy race track that hung on the wall.

I fell to the floor, he kicked me a couple of times; then yanked me up by my hair.

I was against the door, his hand was around my throat as he began to choke me and I don't know what happened...

I blacked out.

When I woke up he was gone and nowhere in the house.

A little over two years from the time my stepfather had moved out and the time I moved in with my sister working as a live in nanny.

I had no clue when I moved in with my sister that I was moving into a house of domestic, psychical abuse and rape.

I HAD MOVED INTO A NIGHTMARE…