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Olivia was throwing things angrily as tears cascaded down her youthful, sun kissed cheeks. She was in a world of hurt right now.

Elliot looked at his mother, who nodded and headed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Slowly, he approached Olivia and spoke up to alert her of his presence, as she hadn't acknowledged the fact that he was there.

"Liv...baby, settle down. What's wrong?" he asked, cautiously, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

Olivia exhaled a deep breath and accepted his embrace, falling in to him.

Elliot leaned his head on her shoulder and lightly kissed her neck. "What's going on, huh?" he asked gently, concerned.

Olivia closed her eyes and released a deep breath. "I don't know," she whispered, sadly, "I just woke up and lost control."

Elliot rubbed her waist. "Have you regained it now?"

Nodding, Olivia whispered, "Yeah. When I heard your voice, I did. It's like you have this hold on me."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Elliot went to move away. "A bad one?" he asked.

Olivia placed her hands over his, effectively stopping him from releasing her.

"No, El," she assured him, for the first time calling him, 'El.' "A good one and I actually feel safe to show you my vulnerable side. I've never felt this way before but...I like it," she said.

Elliot sighed in relief; the release of oxygen tickling Olivia's neck before he kissed the curve of her shoulder going in to the crook of her neck.

"Nice to know I have that kind of effect on you," he replied as Olivia turned around in his arms.

She leaned up and claimed his lips with hers. Licking his lips, she begged for entry, which Elliot happily obliged to by opening his mouth, allowing Olivia to explore its depths with her tongue, Elliot exploring hers in return.

A clearing of someone's throat in the doorway about forty seconds later startled them and they pulled apart, hesitantly.

They turned to see Elliot's mother in the doorway. Angie's face was emotionless and it scared both teens, not knowing what was about to happen.

"Elliot, your father is home. Go downstairs and say happy birthday," she told her son and waited for him to leave before she looked at Olivia.

"I know you love him, sweetheart, but, slow down a bit, huh? I saw you sneak in to his bedroom again last night...I don't want you sneaking in there anymore, you hear me? You stay out of there at night, you understand me?" she said, a little more harshly than she had intended.

Nodding, Olivia gulped and started to back away from her. "I'm sorry, Angie...If...If I'm in the way here I'll...I'll go to a shelter."

Angie furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Olivia had taken what she said too far and the wrong way. "Olivia...Honey..."

Backing away more, Olivia shook her head. "I'm sorry...Excuse me," she said and rushed in to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Angie sighed. "Crap," she muttered and knocked on the door.

"Olivia?" Calling through the door, Angie tried to hear Olivia or some sort of noise coming through the door, only she hear nothing. "Olivia?!"

Elliot rushed back up the stairs hearing the commotion. He found his mother banging on the bathroom door and Olivia was nowhere in sight. "Mom, what's going on?" he asked.

"Liv took something I said the wrong way," Angie explained, without going in to detail.

"What? What did you say?"

Angie shook her head. "Nothing, you need to know, son. It was girly stuff."

Nodding, Elliot believed his mother and he decided to knock on the door to see if Olivia would respond to him. "Liv...Baby, open up," he called, hearing water running.

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Olivia sat on the toilet, crying.

Was love too good to be true? Too good for a child of rape to receive? Questions seemed to wreak havoc in her mind but she still managed to hear Elliot when he approached his mother just outside the door. She got up off the closed lidded toilet and ran the bath. A hot bath would relax her right now.

As the water streamed, filling the bath tub, Olivia looked around the bathroom, as a way to ignore the voices outside the bathroom belonging to Elliot and his mother.

Her chocolate brown eyes caught sight of a pack of brand new pink disposable razors. She took them down and opened up the pack, taking a razor out.

Banging on the door started again, this time closely followed by Elliot's voice. "Liv...Baby, open up."

"Go away!" Olivia called back, sniffling.

She'd taken the protective plastic from over the metal blades of the razor.

"Liv, honey, please!"

Olivia's sobbing grew in volume and frequency.

Hearing the bathroom lock being picked, Olivia wasn't concerned with the consequences of her actions as she glided the metal blade along her arm sideways, it was just to relieve herself of her emotion, to take her mind off it all. A cry for attention, if you looked at it another way. A release.

As it glided across her already scared skin, it left a flow of warm crimson red in its path.

The bathroom door flung open, just as she finished the line and pulled the razor from her skin.

"Liv?! What the hell are you doing?!" Elliot yelled in shock and rushed over to her.

As he tried to pry the blade out of Olivia's hand, Angie turned the bath taps off and grabbed a towel from the rack.

"Give it to me, Olivia...Please," Elliot practically begged her, his eyes glistening with tears.

Olivia sobbed and inhaled a shaky breath of air. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Passing Elliot the towel, Angie whispered, "Here, El."

Elliot wrapped it around Olivia's arm, over the cut and pulled it tightly to stop the bleeding.

"She's going to need stitches," Angie alerted her son.

Elliot gently scooped Olivia up and carried her down the stairs to the car, despite her protests that she was fine and could walk. She wasn't an invalid.

Getting in the back of the car with her, since Angie was driving, Elliot said, "You need the hospital, Liv."

"No, I don't," she protested and tried to get out of the car, even though it was moving.

Elliot started to delicately caress her arms and began to feel her relax, he moved up to her temples until she fell asleep in his arms.

"She's asleep," he informed his mother in a whispered, as to not wake Olivia.

"El, honey, once they stitch up that cut, she's going to be admitted to the psych ward."

Elliot sighed and kissed Olivia's forehead lightly. "For how long?"

"Possibly seventy-two hours, but she'll need on-going psychologist appointments when she is released," she explained to her son.

Shaking his head, Elliot muttered, "She's not going to like that."

Angie put the indicator on, looked to make sure it was safe as she slowed down before turning down another street. "Yes, I know, honey, but it's what is best for Olivia. She needs help. Her mom really threw her in to a loop. She hasn't had a chance to be a kid and it's catching up to her."

Elliot nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the way to the hospital.

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Waking up again about two hours after being woken and helped out of the car to be admitted, Olivia opened her eyes and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was. Seeing Elliot and his mother sitting in the chairs beside the bed, she cleared her throat. "Hi," she greeted them, weakly.

Elliot and Angie looked up, hearing her hoarse, sleepy voice from the bed.

"Hi, baby," Elliot whispered, getting up on the bed beside her.

Looking from Olivia to his mother, Elliot could see her mother really had said something to upset her.

Olivia swallowed and went to roll over, only to be stopped by Elliot.

"Whoa! Whoa! What's going on, Liv?" he asked, only for Olivia to try to escape his grasp, this time managing to roll away from him.

Looking into Angie's eyes, Elliot could see the guilt in them. "Mom? What did you say to her?" he demanded to know.

Angie folded her arms on her chest. "Don't start demanding from me," she scolded her son.

She was going to continue, only to be disturbed by an escaping sob from Olivia.

Lying down beside Olivia, Elliot wrapped his arms around her middle and after some protesting, she finally accepted his touch, loving it.

Kissing her cheek, he whispered a promise in to her ear. "As soon as I turn eighteen in a month, we will spend some time together, just the two of us and as soon as we can, we will move out together. Just the two of us. You like that?"

Nodding, Olivia found herself smiling too. Her first big real smile in a very long time and it was Elliot's doing.

'This must be what real love is,' Olivia surmised in her head.

"Elliot," Angie spoke up. "Slow it down, kids. You're going too fast, it could damage what you have."

Shaking his head, Elliot kissed Olivia's cheek. "No, we're happy, mom. We're in love," he insisted.

Olivia sighed contently as Elliot caressed her arm, holding her close.

Her eyes became heavy, starting to droop as relaxation settled in to her body.

Hearing her breathing even out, Elliot continued the motion for a few more moments before stopping, when he knew she was sound asleep.

Elliot exhaled a deep breath before turning to his mother. "Mom, please tell me what you said to her. You really upset her," he said, gently lifting up her left arm, which had been stitched up and covered with a white cotton bandage. It had taken about fourteen stitches to close it up.

Angie sighed. She didn't mean for any of this to happen. She didn't realize that Olivia would take what she was trying to tell her the wrong way. She just didn't want something bad to happen, resulting in Olivia and Elliot breaking up and hating each other.

"I just...I just told her to slow it down and to..."

"And what, mom?"

Shaking her head, she said, "Nothing. I just told her to slow it down at notch and to not take this too fast."

Elliot kissed Olivia again with a nod.

Standing up, Angie patted her son's back softly. "I'll be back in a moment. Just going to grab a coffee.. You should stay here with Olivia and I will be back before they take her up to psych," she told him gently.

Elliot nodded in agreement. "I'm not leaving her," he insisted adamantly.

Angie kissed Elliot's forehead. "I didn't think you would, honey. In the last two weeks, you two have had this inseparable bond. It's a rare thing, El, I just want you two to be careful. I'll be right back."

"We will, mom," Elliot answered and listened to his mother walk out of the hospital room, closing the door behind her.

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Waking up to the door opening and footsteps of not just one person but a few, Elliot realized that he had fallen asleep beside Olivia.

Opening up his eyes, he saw a female doctor with shoulder length, red, curly hair, green eyes and a few freckles on either side of her nose.

She looked to be around thirty-five years old and with her was a nurse and Angie.

"Wake up, Liv," Elliot whispered, gently shaking her.

Groaning in disapproval at being disturbed, Olivia rolled over and opened her eyes. "What?"

"There's a doctor here, babe."

Looking around, Olivia finally saw the doctor.

"Hello, Olivia. I'm Doctor Amelia Donoghue," the friendly doctor introduced herself.

"Up in the crazy unit, huh?" Olivia spoke sarcastically.

Being used to it, Dr. Donoghue nodded. "Yes, honey, but you're not crazy and it doesn't make you crazy to be in there. You just need some help with a psychological problem and we'll be helping you for the next seventy-two hours."

Olivia's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

"Seventy-two hours?! Get stuffed!" She showed her unwillingness to go.

Sighing, Elliot rubbed her arm, soothingly. "How about if I stay with you?"

"Ah, we can't allow that."

"Well, I'm not allowing Olivia to be alone."

Grabbing tightly to Elliot's arms around her, Olivia whispered, "Don't leave me, El. Please don't leave me."

"I won't, Liv. I promise," he said, trying to pry his hands out of her unbelievably strong grip.

"El, don't."

"I'm not leaving you, Olivia. I'm just getting off the bed," he said and got off, not letting go of one of her hands.

"We can't allow you to go in to the psych ward," Dr. Donoghue said, adamantly.

Opening his mouth to protest, Elliot was cut off by Olivia.

Ripping the IV out of her arm, ignoring the blood, she got off the bed, saying, "Well, I'm done here. Take me home, El."

"Get back in to bed, Olivia. You are a minor, so you have to stay," Angie told her, deciding it was time to speak up.

Olivia shook her head, ignoring Angie and the doctor and grabbed her bag of clothes from under the bed. "El, take me home, please."

"Baby, I want to, but I can't. You have to stay," he told her and then looked at the doctor. "Please let me stay with her and she will stay," Elliot tried to bargain with the doctor, as he got Olivia to sit in the wheelchair that had been wheeled in.

She scrubbed a hand down her face in frustration. "Fine. I'll see what I can do," she told him before getting the nurse to push the wheelchair.