( Elliot's POV )



"You really shouldn't even attempt at anything with this whore. She's nothing and definitely not worth it. Did you know that her mom doesn't even like her? In Fact she loathes her so much that she beats her. But I mean, who wouldn't considering, her father's a rapist." Dean smirked while saying the last part, proud of himself it seemed. All I wanted to do was punch the shit out of him, but also made me turn towards Olivia in achock of the revelations I just hear. She was being abused by her mother? What happened. Turning back towards Dean I see Casey throw her chair back while standing up.



"Okay that is enough Dean!" She shoved him, Knocking Dean down to the floor.



Quickly turning back towards Olivia I see that she already took off running to the door. Panicking, Casey and I both take off towards the door to try and catch up with her.



"Olivia!" I shout seeing her run towards the exit. Panicking, Casey and I pushed harder to run faster to try and catch up too her. Reaching the exit to the arcade, we both look up and down the streets not seeing her.



Fuming, I turn towards Casey, " You was that Prick?" I growl.



Sighing and rubbing a hand down her face, " That would be the one and only, Dean Porter. Liv's Ex. Class A Dickwad if you ask me. This time, he took it way to far." Casey explained, looking ready to beat him down if he came near her.



"Okay, well, want to hop in my car with me and look around, or both go separate ways in case we just so happen to miss her?"



"I vote the second one."



I nodded and we both agreed that we would keep each other updated, and went our separate ways to our cars.



I couldn't believe how tonight unfolded. Everything made sense now though, and it made me sick to my stomach. That meant that the night that she told me she had to go because her mom was home- No, don't think that way, I scolded myself. Don't jump to the conclusion something bad happened that night. What I wanted to know is why Dean felt the need to do what he did. Snapping out of my own thoughts, I scan through the streets and see no sign of Olivia anywhere. After about 15 more minutes of this I decided I would message Casey asking for an update.



E: Hey, anything?



C: Nothing. I think our best best is to either, A. Leave her alone to breathe and calm down, or reassure our own anxiety about her and go to her house to check on her.



E: So, in otherwards, be both head over to her house?



C: Yes. The only issue being, she gets pissed off that we followed her.



E: I guess we have to take that chance, huh?



C: For her, yes.



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( Olivia's POV )



My heart raced as my feet pounded on the ground as I ran. I could hear the sound of my heart in my ears, but still couldn't drown out the screaming that was in my head. Elliot knew my secret. I felt nothing put pure and utter embarrassment and fear. I would have eventually ended up telling him, but I definitely didn't want him finding out like this, not this soon. I kept running until I found myself in front of my house, defectively, I walk up the front steps and enter the front door, instantly the smell of smoke and alcohol wafted through my nose causing my head to fling up in surprise of my mother being home this late.



"M-mom. You're home early." I stuttered, still out of breath from running, but throat horse from the crying I did.



"And someone's home late." She all but growled.



"I was just out with the girls having some fun it's not that late." I tried explaining



"Yet, here you are running through the door crying? What? Did someone take advantage of you? I wouldn't be surprised, leaving the house looking like a cheap corner whore." She yelled at me. "Well, you know how whores are treated.." I stood back in fear as I watched her slowly advance towards me.



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( No ones POV )



On the drive towards Olivia's all Elliot could think of was that he needed to protect her. He needed to make sure she was okay. The revelation of her conception did indeed shock him, but it definitely did not change his view on her, except for the fact that she seemed just that much stronger and that much more amazing. He knew how it felt to have an abusive parent, but, but he didn't know the true extent of just exactly what she went through. The only thing he knew for sure, was that he would try and keep her safe at all costs. Speeding up just a tad bit he raced down the streets. Him and Casey pulling up at the same time they both hurriedly rushed out of their cars, dashing up towards the front entrance of the house. Both Casey and Elliot stopped in their tracks when they heard an ear piercing scream. Tears instantly filled Elliot's eyes as he pushed through to barge through the front door.



"Wait Elliot don't!" Casey yelled, grabbing his elbow, yanking him back with surprising strength.



Elliot fumed looking at her like she had a huge head, "Don't!? What! Am I supposed to just sit out here while I listen to her inside beating my girlfriend!?" he roared. "I'm sorry, that might be something that you all do, but I am definitely not going to sit back and listen to her in there in pain." He faulted saying the last bit.



Casey's eye teared up a bit as she looked down, "Please..Trust me when I say you are doing more harm interfering then you would be just waiting it out and comforting her afterwards. You don't think that the girls and I haven't tried to help her in her situation? Last time Melinda interfere, we didn't see Olivia for a week, and when we did, we kept quiet and never tried again."



"Why haven't you guy's gone to the police, or told your parents, something, anything could have helped."Elliot stated, still angered at not being able to do anything. Hearing Olivia's mother inside yelling the most god awful things to his Liv was breaking his heart and all he wanted to do was run inside, scoop Olivia up and run away with her.



"Elliot, I will say this one more time. We. Have. Tried. She doesn't want us to do anything, okay?" Casey had tears running down her eyes. She knew that there was more that they could've done over the years of being Olivia's friend, especially knowing what was happening inside the walls of the Benson home, but they also knew that by interfering it would be treading on thin ice with Olivia. " Let's just wait. Okay?"



Seeing Elliot about to protest she quickly started up again, " I promise that she is almost done.. Please believe me."



No soon after Casey said that, they heard the front door opening and quickly hid on the side of the house, watching as Serena and a random guy walked out of the house, getting in their car and zooming off, most likely to a bar, Casey presumed. It usually always was.



"Told you." Casey mumbled.



Both Casey and Elliot waited until the car was for sure gone before they made their way up the front steps of the porch. Both looking at each other, nervous as to what lay inside the Benson home.



"Do we knock, or do we just walk in?" Elliot asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but also being scared as to what lay inside. He knew for certain that there is no way he would be leaving without checking for himself that she was okay. There was also no chance in hell he would be leaving her alone for the night.



"Well, we run the risk of her getting pissed off, more than likely more with me then you, if we just walk in, and if we just knock, we run the risk of her locking the door and telling us to go away." Casey sighed.



Elliot grumbled. He didn't want her to feel like he was invading her space. Especially so soon, but he needed to know if she was okay or if she needed help. So if she wanted to get mad that he entered the house without her consent then she would have to tough because she wasn't the one who heard a scream that tore at her heart. He couldn't just allow her to push him away.



"It's up to you Elliot. I'm just as worried about her as you are, I've never heard a scream erupt that loudly from her before." Casey explained, truth was, she'd never really witnessed Serena attacking Olivia. The most she'd witness is the aftermath, the worst being Serena yelling at Olivia but then leaving. "I vote we walk in, and risk her being mad, but you also get the chance to show that you want to be there for her."



Casey has a point, and Elliot knew that. Alright.. Here goes nothing..



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*30 Minutes earlier*



As Serena advanced towards Olivia, all she could do was stare frightened and frozen in place as her mom seemingly in slow motioned moved towards her. Whimpering as her mother got into her face, she yelped out as her mom raised a hand, slapping her across the face with so much force that she flung backwards. Tears instantly springing to her eyes, her hands flew to the side of her face that was assaulted, before she knew it, Serena had bent down, wrapping her hand in her hair, dragged her to the center of the room growling in frustration over Olivia's resistance, thrashing while clawing at her hands to release her hair.



"Stop fighting me Olivia." Serena growled, yanking Olivia's head back causing her to stare directly at her. "When are you going to learn that nobody wants you? You're nothing. You're just a worthless mistake that should have never existed." Olivia whimpered as her mother spewed out with such hatred. "I wished I'd never had you." She glared, throwing her upper body towards the floor, delivering a kick to her side with such force, eliciting a scream from Olivia, trying to block the continuous kicks to her ribs, she tried blocking them with her arms and hands, but Serena was relentless as she continues going. After a while Serena stopped, grabbing Olivia up by her elbow, "You're mine, Olivia Benson. I'll never let anyone else have you." She snarled, throwing her back down to the floor, as Olivia grunted in pain.



Standing up fully, Serena turned towards her male guest, walking towards him, "You ready?" As he nodded, they both walked towards the front door, exiting the house, leaving Olivia curled up on the floor whimpering in pain.



Once the door slammed shut, Olivia instantly started sobbing. She hated this. She hated the fact that there was nothing she could do, but more importantly, she hated how true everything her mother said, was. It got drilled in her had when she was young that she had ruined her mother's life and reminded her of the worst night ever. She made sure to remind Her of that everyday since she was 9.



Groaning as she tried to sit up, she threw her arm around her aching ribs, while swaying as she got up on her feet. Limping, she made her way towards the bathroom not trusting herself enough to be able to walk up the steps. Walking in, she turned the light on and turned towards the mirror gasping a bit at the blood that was caked onto her face. Examining it more, she realized that when her mom had slapped her, it hit her hard enough to bust her bottom lip open, as well as making her nose bleed. Sighing, she slowly lifted her shirt, and noticed that there wasn't much skin that wasn't forming a bruise. Tentatively, she reached out and grazed her fingerstips over her ribs, hissing as a jolt of pain spread throughout her entire body, causing tears to instantly spring to her eyes. Bowing her head, she pushed her shirt back down, and turned on the sink, adjusting it to where the chilled water will become a more like warm. Walking back towards the kitchen, she opens the freezer door to grab an ice pack, when she hears a gasp behind her. Turning around quickly, completely forgetting about her abused ribs she sees both Casey and Elliot staring at her, both with tears in their eyes.



"Oh my god.." Casey shrieked, tears evident in her voice, as she rushed over to Olivia. "Are you okay!?" she softly moved Olivia's face to the side.



Embarrassed and Angered, Olivia pushed Casey's hand away. "I'm fine Casey.. What are you guys doing here?." She slowly turned towards Elliot, noticing he hadn't made a single move since laying eyes on her, tears welling in his eyes, she stepped, grimacing a bit, towards Elliot slowly reaching out her hand to grasp his.



"Hey.." she whispered, "I'm okay, I promise." She tried to reassure. In her head, if he came running after her, that meant he wasn't completely disgusted in her, right? When he didn't respond, she became a little nervous and went to pull her hand away, when he squeezed it tightly, a lone tear slipping down his cheek.



He couldn't believe what he was seeing, nor could he understand how anyone could ever do this. Especially to his Liv, the sweetest girl he thinks he's ever met. It pained him to see her like this, especially when he had arrived earlier and heard what was going on, but did nothing to stop it. He felt ridiculously guilty. When she walked towards her, reassuring him that she was fine, he couldn't believe how ridiculously strong she was. When he noticed she was about to pull her hand away he gripped it tighter and finally answered.



"You don't have to be strong in front of me Liv.." Elliot whispered, "I'm not going anywhere."



"Me either Liv," Casey spoke up from the background, causing Olivia to turn towards her. "You know that. I'm your best friend." With tears slowly running down her face, she decided that she had to voice her opinion, she knew that Olivia definitely would not like it, but Casey couldn't stand to know that her best friend was in pain at the hands of her mother, and she'd be damned if she let this happen again. " I think, for the night, you should come stay with me. Or maybe pack a couple sets of clothing and stay for a couple days?" She knew it was a long shot asking that. Olivia rarely ever slept over anywhere, and when she did is was never for a long period of time, but she especially never came over when she was injured.



"I'm fine here Casey." Olivia fumed at the thought of Casey's parents seeing her like this. If they did, they'd know that her mother beat her, and go to the police. The only reason they hadn't gone to the police yet was because Casey and Olivia had both admitted to her mother being a drunk and not home all the time, but made sure to reassure them that she never laid hands on her. If she were to go there now, they'd learn the truth and she couldn't let that happen. She was so close to being able to leave on her own, that she didn't see the point in even trying.



"I love you Case, but I am not going to your parent's house. So they can what? See me like this? Cause a seen, Call the cops? I'm sorry but I seriously don't feel like doing that, and you know this Casey, you promised." Olivia was fuming. She knew she shouldn't be. She knew her friend was just scared for her, and was upset seeing her like this, but what's done was done, and now she just wants to forget that it happened.



Casey nodded staring down. "Fine." She said, her voice tinged with a bit of attitude. " Stay here then Olivia. I'm sorry I would rather have my parents question it, then have to worry if my best friend will live to the next day." Casey admonished. " I'm tired of sitting back and watching you get hurt. I can only suggest so much. If you want to go ahead and stay, then go for it." With that, Casey stomped out, slamming the door on the way, the sound of tires screeching away moments later, indicated that she had left.



Olivia stared at the door, shocked as to what just happened. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes before turning towards the living room, and limped over towards the couch, grimacing as her ribs protested against all movement. Sitting down, she leaned her head on the back of the sofe, momentarily forgetting that Elliot was still there.



Elliot sensing that, walked softly towards Oliva sitting down next to her, causing her to jump a bit, opening her eyes to look at him, smiling softly, she heaved out a breath before bowing her head once more. " I guess I probably owe you an explanation, huh?"





"You don't owe me anything Liv, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. I won't force you." He so badly wanted to know, but he also wanted to be there for her, and if by being there for her meant him not knowing the whole story yet, that'd be fine by him as long as he could have her within arms distance with the knowledge that she was okay next to him.



"You aren't forcing me." Sighing she pulled her legs up slowly on the couch and stuck them underneath her, before she started explaining everything.



"When my mom was leaving to head home from her college, she uhm decided that she was going to take the back way when she was hit in the back of the head. When she came to, there was a man on top of her, raping her. She reported it, but there was no leads and he was never caught. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she knew that she didn't want me, but at the time, Abortions weren't allowed, so she was forced to have me," She scoffed saying the last part. " Nine months later I was born. Of course, when I was a baby she took care of me, and was a decent mother until I was around 6 years old, by then, she had started drinking, not as heavy, just starting up on it. I always wondered why my mom never wanted to attend school projects with me, or class field trips. She always claimed that she was to busy. I thought nothing of it really, knowing that my mom had a busy schedule and tried not to take it to heart as much. One day in school, we were making mothers day presents. I had made her a card that I had been working on throughout that week, the teacher had helped me print out pictures to put inside and I was really proud to have made something that I put all my effort into." Noting the sad tone to her voice, Elliot scooted a bit closer, making it known that he was there. "When she came home that night, I had attempted to make her dinner, which for me being so young was Mac And Cheese, I handed her the card, I saw tears in her eyes when she looked at it and I thought that I had finally done something right, until I realized how red she was turning. I was confused for a second, but then she finally voiced her opinion on it, telling me she never wanted to recieve something like that again, and continued to rip the card up, before making her way towards her bedroom slamming the door once inside."



Elliot's heart broke for her. How could someone do that to an innocent child? Rape or not, it was not Olivia's fault. She had nothing to do with it. "Oh baby.." When he saw tears streaming down her face, he very gently lifted her frail body up, placing her in his lap holding her as her body shook slightly from the crying.



"I remember crying myself to sleep that night wondering what I had done wrong. Why hadn't she liked what I made. Although on from the day on, I made sure not to make her anything, knowing that it made her upset. When I turned 9, that's when she finally decided that I was old enough to know about my conception. When she told me, I hated myself. I felt terrible knowing that I was the cause of my mother's pain. That because of me, she had to see the person how hurt her every single day and be reminded of the most terrible day of my life. That's when the beating started.. when I had started to grow more into my features she said I looked more and more like him every day." Sniffling, she laid her head onto his chest, as he stroked her hair, remaining silent, waiting for her to finish. "One night, when I was twelve, she came home, completely wasted and barged into my bedroom, she woke me from my sleep by pouring the remainder of her vodka bottle on me, before starting to scream that I had ruined her life and that she hated me, and never should have been born. When she had left, I was in hysterics, and I ended up falling into a deep depression. One night after she had came home drunk, she had beaten me badly.. she shattered one of her bottles, and lunged at me, screaming, cutting my arm open, and dropping the remnants on the floor before leaving as though nothing happened. I dropped to my knees to pick up the mess and grabbed a shard." Elliot sensing where this was going started to shake his head a bit, his heart plummeting to the ground when his fear was told. "I ended up dragging it along my wrist, wanting to feel something, wanting to feel the pain that my mom felt, wanting so badly to make my mommy feel better." She started to sob a bit, as Elliot squeezed her a bit tighter afraid that if he let go she'd be gone. "That went on for a while until Casey and Alex found out what I had been doing. Needless to say they yelled at me so badly that I never did it again." She smiles softly, sniffling.



"I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this. No one should have to deal with what you went through. Your mother should love you unconditionally, not hurt you.." Elliot sighed. Knowing that Olivia probably felt very exposed right now, felt as though since she came clean, he should admit something as well, " I know how you feel in some aspects though.."



Snapping her head towards him, she looked at him waiting for him to continue.



"My father abused me as well."