Some girls were huddled together in a group. Olivia was walking past "OMG look at her she's the one I was talking about" said one girl "what a freak" said another. Olivia heard these remarks but she kept walking she was used to it by now. No one talked to her they mocked her because of her mother but that was the girls, the boys however thought she was beautiful but they were all afraid of her because she broke a guys nose when he tried to kiss her. "Oh look everyone if it isn't the famous Olivia Benson" a boy said mockingly "shut up" she said "oh what ya gonna do tell your daddy, oh yeah that's right you don't have one" he laughed another boy spoke "you don't deserve to be here you were an accident" he said. A boy pushed his way to the front "leave her alone" he said "oh look a newbie" said a posh girl. "Listen dude her mom is a messed up freak" said a guy "no she's not!" Olivia yelled hitting the boy hard in the face, "it's not my fault is it you can't blame me if your mom is a striper who sleeps with twenty different men" he said. Olivia's lip quivered she wouldn't let them see her cry "actually she wouldn't be a striper if she sleeps with people she'd be a p-" a girl began "shut up Megan" said another girl. Olivia felt the tears fall down her face and she couldn't control it "what's wrong Benson?" asked a boy sarcastically. Olivia couldn't answer she felt like everyone was against her the boy who'd asked her the question coincidentally was the boy who tried to kiss her, Joey he was madly in love with her but he didn't exactly take rejection well. He pushed her against a locker and she hit her head everything around her went blurry there were shouts of Olivia and oh my god and Joey. Girls were squealing guys were awkwardly laughing and the principal ran to her side. "Olivia sweetheart can you hear me?" she asked Olivia slowly opened her eyes she saw the new kid up above her, it took her a second to realise where she was. She held an icepack to her head some blood trickled down her face. "I'll call your mother" the principal said "no" Olivia said quickly but it was too late the principal was gone. "I'm Luke by the way" said the kid. Olivia opened the door to leave "wait!" the boy called "you never told me your name" he said "Olivia" she answered slamming the door, he opened it and followed "so Olivia that's a pretty cool name I'm more of a Sophie person myself" he laughed but Olivia didn't find it funny. She just kept walking until he left.
Olivia walked in the door to see her mother drunk again she was falling all over the place and for a split second she didn't recognise her own daughter. Olivia wasn't surprised it wasn't the first time. She just shut everyone out whenever she needed help for school she'd go to the library and look there she felt like she had to parent herself. Her worst fear, worst cramp, worst nightmare, worst cut or bruise she'd put on a brave face she went through life alone and she preferred it that way. She was so caught up in her own suffering that she paid no attention to the real reason for her mother's drinking. At 12 she didn't understand the who concept of rape and her mom liked it that way.