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Emma looked at Amanda as the other women were in the hall. "I'm scared."

"Of what, honey?"

"If I has to go to a new home. I never know the rules, but I has to follow them. I always get yelled at, but I really try. I has scary dreams, and when I wake up, they all mad at me for screaming. I don't like going because once I get used to it, they hurt me or send me away. They all say I is trash 'cuz my parents left me on the side of the road when I was a baby."

Amanda pulled Emma close, knowing she had just poured her heart out to her. Neither one of them noticed Olivia come back in the room.

"Emma, don't listen to them. You are not trash and you are not bad. No one can follow rules if they don't know them. Honey, I know Olivia, I can tell you that she will make sure you go to a warm, safe, loving home no matter how long it takes."

"But where will I go until then? I don't wanna stay in jail."

Olivia came over and chuckled a bit.

"You can go to a group home. Or, if you want, I can see if you can come stay with me."

Emma's eyes lit up and she sat up taller.

"Really?! You mean it?!"

With a smile, Olivia nodded.

"I do mean it. I have a room for you and I do have some vacation time. If I have to work, my neighbor is a kind woman who watches kids."

"Oh 'Livia! I'm so happy!" The little blonde hugged the woman tightly.

"I'm glad I've made you happy. You deserve it. Now, stay here with Amanda and let Dr. West do what she needs to while I make some phone calls."

"Okay, 'Livia! I will!"

Olivia stroked Emma's cheek and went to make her calls as Dr. West came back. "Well you seem happier, Princess."

Emma nodded with a huge smile. "I gets to stay with Olivia!"

"Well aren't you lucky?!"

"Very lucky!"

"Let's get you cleaned up so we can finish the check up then. I know Olivia will give you a nice bath at home, but I'd still like to clean some of these cuts up."

"Okay."

Dr West started with Emma's legs and feet. The blonde would wince and hiss, but never cried. Once her legs, feet, and arms were clean, Dr. West had Emma take her gown off so she could look at her back. Dr. West gasped at what she saw, which made Emma sit lower just as Olivia came back in the room.

"Emma? What happened?"

Olivia and Amanda went over and looked and were both shocked.

"My foster mom two homes ago did that when I didn't follow the rules. First she hit me with a cord, then she..." Emma swallowed, remembering. "She got bored and wanted to draw a picture, but didn't have a marker."

Olivia shook her head as anger filled her. She made a mental note to find out who did this.

"What did she use?" Amanda asked, not sure if she really wanted to know.

"A paper clip. She made it hot with a lighter. I screamed so much that she stuffed her sock in my mouth. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up the next day."

Dr. West ran her fingers along the lightly scarred skin. It was a rough drawing of a house with stick people outside. She clenched her jaw as she cleaned Emma's back, after taking pictures of it. Olivia didn't know what was worse; the crude drawing, or the fact that she could still tell where the little girl was whipped with a cord. Olivia stepped in front of Emma and cupped her cheeks, looking in her eyes.

"No one deserves this, Emma. You are a good, beautiful girl and these bad people will be punished." Olivia ran her thumbs over the girls tears, her own threatening to escape. "Never again, Emma. Never again."

Once the exam was done, cuts were gauzed, and Emma was basically clean, Amanda helped the girl get dressed as Olivia and Dr. West stepped outside.

"Olivia, take that girl to eat, give her a bath, wash her hair, and cuddle her tight. I'd also recommend a psychologist, which I'm sure you've already thought of."

"I'll do all that and yes, I've already called one."

"I'm not a phycologist, but knowing what I know, be ready for nightmares and angry outbursts, probably some emotional outbursts in general."

Olivia nodded. "I'm ready. I'll greet any of those with hugs and comfort."

Dr. West smiled and touched Olivia's arm. "Keep me in touch. There's something special about that girl. Oh and I have everything documented as well as photographed. When you go after these bastards, I'll be more than happy to release the info and testify."

"I'll keep in touch, and thank you. I do wonder about those scars on her back. Is there anything that can be done?"

"Do you know how long ago that would have been? Two foster homes ago can vary."

Olivia looked at her records. "Well, two homes ago was about four months ago."

"Then she has a couple of good things going for her. It has already faded a bit. She's young, her skin heals better than ours. Also, I prescribed some ointment for her legs that also help scarring. Use that on her back. Unfortunately, there's no way to say that they will completely go away, but at the very least, they will fade."

Olivia took the prescription and nodded, thanking the doctor. Amanda and Emma came out and Olivia handed Amanda Emma's folder.

"I have the rest of the day off. Do you mind bringing this to Nick?"

"No problem. You two have a good afternoon. I can't wait to see you again, Emma."

"Bye, Amanda. See you later."

Dr. West knelt down and hugged Emma. "Don't hate me, Emma. I know it hurt today, but I had to do it to make you better."

Emma hugged her back and then looked at her. "It's okay. You didn't mean to hurt me."

"You go and have fun with Olivia and take care of your cuts."

"Okay, Dr. West. Have a good day."

Olivia took Emma's hand and they walked out. Emma gripped at Olivia's hand as if it was her lifeline, and maybe right now, it was. Olivia wanted to make sure Emma knew she was safe now.

"Do you think you can eat now, Emma, with out getting sick?"

"If we don't gotta talk 'bout Mr. M. He makes my tummy hurt."

"We won't talk about him for the rest of the day. We'll go and eat and then go get you some new clothes."

Emma stopped in her tracks. "My blanket!"

"What blanket?" Olivia could tell Emma was on the verge of a breakdown. She brought her over to a bench and pulled her into her lap, trying to calm her before it got worse.

"Oh I'm so stupid! I never left my blanket before and I didn't bring it! I had it since I was a baby, they found me in it. It's all I have...the only thing that is really mine." Big, thick tears filled Emma's eyes as she looked at Olivia.

"It sounds really important. Is it with Mr. M?"

The girl nodded, hiccuping a bit as she was trying hard not to cry. Olivia looked at her and wiped her tears.

"Let's go get it."

"Wh...what? I no wanna go back!"

Olivia looked at her and kissed her temple. "You don't have to. My partner Nick went to get Mr. and Mrs. M and has your blanket and some other things. I wanted to surprise you."

Emma took some deep breaths to relax. All she cared about is that she'd have her blanket. "Where did Nick take Mr. and Mrs. M after get gotted them?"

"Right now, they're at the station. Emma, let's not talk about them. Nick will bring your things to my place. Where's your favorite place to eat?" Olivia didn't want to tell Emma that she would have to talk more about what happened to her. Right now, she wanted to focus on making the girl feel better.

Emma shrugged. "I never been nowhere. I like noodles."

"Noodles, hm? You ever had Chinese before?"

"No. They got noodles?"

"They do. I know the best place."

Emma sat back in her chair, three empty plates in front of her. "Those was good noodles!"

"They were. Don't tell me your tummy is too full for ice cream."

Emma poked at her stomach, feeling around a little. "I don't know. It's pretty full."

Olivia smiled watching her. She was really such an adorable little girl. How could anyone be mean to her? "Maybe we should go get you some new clothes and then get ice cream."

"Olivia, you don't gots to do all this for me. I don't gotta have all this stuff. Maybe you won't like me in a few days and all this would be a waste."

Olivia knew Emma was talking from experience and that broke her heart. "Honey, there is no chance that I won't like you. I promise, nothing is a waste with you. I want to make sure you're happy like you deserve. If I want to buy you ice cream, I will. Now, let's go get some new clothes."

Emma couldn't remember the last time she got new clothes; probably not since she was a baby. She couldn't believe all the clothes she was getting. She probably had enough to wear a new outfit every day for three weeks! She picked out a green shirt with a heart on it and a pair of jeans to wear; her old clothes getting thrown away. She got socks, shoes, and underthings to wear as well. She didn't understand why Olivia insisted on buying her five pairs of shoes, but she didn't argue.

After shopping, the two stopped for ice cream Emma was just about finished when her cone slipped and fell into her lap. Right away she burst into tears. "I sorry! Please don't be mad, I so sorry!"

Olivia cleaned up the ice cream and never lost her soft smile. She pulled Emma into her arms and lifted her chin, seeing such fear in those green/blue eyes. "I'm not mad, sweetie. It was an accident. It's okay."

Emma started breathing hard as her panic attack started and Olivia just rubbed her back. She had never seen such a young child have a panic attack before and part of her wanted to just gather up all the assholes who made Emma like this and lock them away forever.

"Emma, honey, I promise it's okay. Calm down, love. Deep breaths."

"Maybe this will help."

Emma looked up and saw Nick with her blanket. He knelt down and handed it to her. She slowly took it and tucked it between herself and Olivia as a pillow. "Thank you." The whisper was soft, but Nick heard it. He tentatively put his and on her back as comfort.

"Don't you worry, little one. Olivia will never be mad at you or hurt you. I saw where you lived, and you won't live like that anymore. Those people can never hurt you again."

Emma relaxed and started breathing normal. "They won't? Is they mad at me?"

Nick sat by Olivia and Emma lifted her head so she could loo at him. He touched her cheek softly and noticed her flinch a little. She looked down, she didn't mean to flinch.

"I'm sorry."

Nick smiled with his kind eyes and shook his head. "Don't be sorry. You've been through a lot. I'd be surprised if you didn't act scared, Emma. They won't ever see you again, they can't hurt you. It doesn't matter if they're mad at you, you did nothing wrong. We're mad at them. Emma we are so mad at them for what they did to you. You did nothing, absolutely nothing wrong."

Emma listened to him as she rubbed her blanket on her cheek, smelling it. "It smells good."

Nick smiled wider; this was a good start. "I washed it for you. It's nice and soft again."

"I like it. Thank you."

Emma laid her head back down on Olivia's shoulder. The girl had had a long day, and she was tired.

"Thank you, Nick. I think this little one is ready for bed."

"I think you're right. I do have things to talk to you about, but they can wait."

"I'll call you when she's settled in."

"Alright. You have a good night, Emma."

"Thank you, Nick."