Disclaimer: I DO NOT own SVU nor it's characters. This also applies to chapter one as well.

She felt worthless, useless, all at the same time. Life was not worth all of this pain, nor was it worth the trouble. Was love even worth the effort? She pondered on these thoughts as her body continued to lean against the wall. Drawing in a jagged breath, her slender legs managed to lift her from the ground. Gradually, and with mush effort, Liv stumbled into the bath room of the lonely apartment. Hands reached out and grasped the front edge of the sink for support so she wouldn't collapse again. Dark gaze shifted up towards the mirror on the medicine cabinet, glaring at her own reflection. Thos same bloodshot eyes narrowed back at her. What she saw, she hated.

The brunette could feel the hatred, the rage boiling her blood. It was like a virus tainting every vessel and fiber of her being. Once more the slender body shuddered, this time it was because of the anger that threatened to take hold of her completely. The bitter taste of bile and vomit washed over the taste buds etched onto her tongue. The acid from her stomach burning her throat. Quickly the teen collapsed onto her knees by the toilet and emptied her stomach contents into the ivory bowl. It was simply alcohol and acid that came up. After about ten beers, and not eating anything to absorb it, caused this. Not that her emotions didn't have a helping hand in expelling the vomit.

After coughing up the rest, Liv leaned against the bowl for support. After flushing the nasty liquid down the drain, she glanced into the water. Breathing jagged and shallow as she tried to steady herself. How had this all happened? Her world crumbled out from under her, without even a single warning. She couldn't put all of the blame on Alex. Olivia too shared this equally, even though she didn't want to admit it. Her skull felt like it was splitting in half, and her brain on fire. The room began to spin as a dizzy spell took hold of her. Vocal cords hummed in the throat region as a groan seethed out from those tender lips. Was this truly what she had been reduced to? A beginning alcoholic who grew to hate the world just because she couldn't stop her love from slipping away? Closing her eyelids briefly she could remember the first time she had met Alex Cabot.

~A few months earlier~

"Alex you should get ready for your father's dinner party." Mrs. Cabot told her daughter as she rummaged through papers on her husband's desk. Alex was sitting in a plush red chair located off near the door to this large study. Her arms were folded over her chest, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a lose pony tail.

"Those dinner parties are no fun at all. It's just a bunch of seniors and politicians gathering to spew lies of their pathetic boring lives, and meaningless goals they achieved through cut throat, malicious, and back stabbing tactics." Alex muttered underneath her breath, cerulean eyes narrowed towards the soft royal rug.

Her mother turned quickly on her heels to face her teenage daughter. Alex was sixteen, and her parents believed just because she didn't want any part in her father's political career, that she was going through a rebellious stage. Yet that was not the case for this blonde teen. "You are going and that's that young lady. Now go get ready!" Mrs. Cabot ordered firmly, trying her best to stand her ground.

Alex simply stood and muttered a few un-lady like words under a breath as she stormed out of the room. Running down the stairs, and out the back door in the kitchen she screamed at the top of her lungs. Turning to face the house she kicked the wall several times. Tears stung her eyes, releasing from the richly soft topaz orbs. Drops rolled down her cheeks and crashed to the ground below.

Olivia was kneeling at the flower bed, putting in fresh mulch and soil for the tulips. Liv needed a job to help support herself. Her mother was an abusive alcoholic who could really care less about her own daughter. So the brunette teen had parted ways with her mother, and started to raise herself in a small apartment in the small city of Red Lion. There had been an add in the Sunday newspaper a week ago about Mayor Cabot needing people to help with the gardening, since his wife found no fancy in playing in the dirt. After calling and a brief interview, the young woman got the job.

Her attention turned to the mayor's beautiful young daughter who was crying and kicking a wall. Brows arched with curiosity as she simply watched the blonde in silence, studying her for a brief moment. Liv glanced back at the flower bed and began to work once more. "Walls have feelings too you know." Liv's voice smoothed out in a calm tone.

Alex stopped her ranting when she heard a voice. Glancing to the side she noticed a female tending to the vegetation. Her breath held inside of her chest as the blue eyes shimmering with youth swept over the tempting body of the brunette. The blue eyed girl remembered this teen from her home room class. Blinking a few times the shock began to fade away, leaving Alex still upset and scorned. "Does it look like I really care if it does or doesn't?" Words snipped out in a cruel manor towards the new worker.

The gentle lips that belonged to the older teen tugged into a sly smirk. Olivia was older by one year, but that didn't matter much. Long legs lifted Liv from her kneeling position and shifted her so she was now facing the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Cabot. "You should. People may get the wrong impression of you." She stated, the smirk turning into a warm smile.

"Like you know anything about me." The rich girl sneered, the richly soft topaz pools formed into a sharp, narrow glare, burning into the hazel eyed young woman. "Just because you are in my home room, and work for my father doesn't mean you know a damn thing about me."

"Well then let's start fresh. My name is Olivia Benson." Olivia introduced herself, holding out her hand for Alex to shake. Yet the blonde girl simply turned and walked back into the house without even offering her another word, or even giving her another glare. Liv sighed softly, and shook her head gradually. "Some people." She muttered.

~Present~

Falling onto her back on the cold bath room tile, the dark hazel gaze watched the ceiling. The memory was burned into her mind, and Liv doubted that she would ever forget their first meeting. Alex had been rude, snide, but it actually was a turn on and very sexy. Most people such an attitude didn't work on or fit, yet with the Cabot teen it just appeared to be a perfect match.

TO BE CONTINUED…..