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Chapter 2
After having thought enough on the couch Olivia was now soaking in the tub, allowing her bruised and aching body some much needed TLC. The hot water soothed her broken body but not her broken heart, and as she took another swig of scotch she was forced to remember just why her heart was so broken.
Flashback start
12 year old Olivia Benson walked down the stairs and into the living room. Most kids would be running towards piles of presents today, but Olivia was forced to look at Serena who was passed out on the couch, a huge puddle of vomit next to her and over the couch. There was a discarded vodka bottle smashed on the floor. "Merry Christmas mom," she whispered before heading to the kitchen.
She grabbed some cleaning things. She filled the mop bucket with hot water and went into the living room. Serena was sat up on the couch, cradling her head. "Why don't you go get in bed mom?" Olivia suggested.
"Why don't you just shut-up?" Serena spat back at her.
Olivia began scooping up some of the vomit into another bowl before scrubbing the stained carpet. "Why don't you make yourself useful and go get me some aspirin and some water?" Serena said.
Olivia pushed herself up of the floor and went to retrieve them. She stopped on the spot and sighed as she heard her mother throw up again. She had hoped she would get one present, just one. She had hoped Serena would remember and get her something, but the only present she was receiving so far were puddles of vomit.
End flashback
Olivia sighed and slid down in the bathtub so she was under the water, wetting her hair before sliding back up. Her Christmases never got any better. By the time Olivia was sweet sixteen. Olivia learnt more about her mother, which upset her more. Knowing what her mother did when she was pregnant with her.
Flashback start
Serena was only two days from her due date and she was sitting in a bar, drinking vodka. She was already on her fifth glass. Serena slammed her glass down on the bar. "Give me another one, you useless prick," she slurred.
"Ma'am, you're drunk...and pregnant. It is hurting your baby," the man tried to reason with the pregnant drunken woman.
Serena slammed her glass down again. "I don't give a shit. I never wanted this thing...I had no choice in that matter. Now get me another --Ahhh!" She cried and clutched her big baby bump.
"Oh shit! Christina, call an ambulance. This pregnant woman is going in to labor," Markus called to a bar maid.
"Ok," she replied and did what she was told.
Serena was rushed to the closest hospital and found out that her baby was not going to wait. She had to push now.
"Push, Serena."
"Argh!!" she screamed as she pushed, "get this stupid kid out of me!"
"Good, Serena. The head is already crowning...Push again!" The doctor did not like this woman. How could she go out and get drunk?
There were NICU doctors and nurses waiting for this baby because they knew the child would need immediate help.
After several minutes of screaming and pushing, the doctor looked up at the exhausted and sweaty Serena, who was starting to sober up.
"One more push and the baby will be here."
Serena nodded and pushed one last time. The tiny baby slid in to the doctor's hands but did not cry. "It's a girl." The doctor announced and handed the baby over to a NICU nurse.
"Why isn't she crying? Babies are supposed to cry..." Serena asked, surprising even herself with the amount of worry evident in her voice. "Why isn't she crying?!" she yelled at the Dr's and nurses who weren't answering her. "Please tell me she's okay!" she said as tears began to fall down her cheeks. Serena was beginning to realize the harm she'd caused her baby.
They just left the room, leaving Serena alone with just one nurse who tended to her needs. "Please tell me where they are taking my baby." Serena asked the young nurse.
She just looked up at her with an expression that said 'what would you care.'
Some hours later Serena opened her eyes as she heard the door open. A nurse walked over to her holding a wrapped up pink bundle. "She needs to be fed," the nurse said to her in a disappointed tone.
Serena sat up and hesitantly took the bundle from the nurse who left immediately. Serena looked down at her tiny daughter, who just stared up at her with eyes that asked 'why?'
"I'm so sorry," Serena said to her. "I don't think I'm gonna make a very good mother," she said honestly to her daughter.
She had no clue as to what she was doing but she shifted her gown a little and was shocked when the tiny baby latched straight onto her breast. "You're a smart one. That's good because I'm not so smart anymore." she said to the feeding baby.
She began gently smoothing her daughters head. She loved how soft her dark hair was. She couldn't believe how overwhelmed she was by holding her daughter and having such a strong bond growing inside of her as she fed. Serena continued to watch her feed until she had finished, she covered herself up and held the baby close to her, gently rubbing her back. Her tiny daughter looked at her for a few moments before being lulled off to sleep in the arms of her mother. "Sleep sweet my darling. My little Olivia," she said, placing a soft kiss on her head.
End flashback.
Olivia, who had been under the water pushed up taking a much needed breath as she brushed her wet hair of her face. The water was freezing and her entire body was trembling. She stood up and grabbed a towel, as she was about to wrap it around her she glanced down at the bruises her body now possessed. Evidence of Harris was all over her body. She wrapped the towel tight around her and sat down on the ledge of the bath tub and began to sob.
