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"Oh my god." The detective said, shocked.

Olivia rushed to Marina's side while she took off her black vest that she was wearing over her purple shirt. The detective hastily placed the vest on Marina's forearms and applied pressure to them. "Stand up, quickly," Olivia shakily said, helping the teen stand up.

Marina clenched her teeth together from preventing any sound to come out of her mouth. The fabric against her cuts was making them hurt more. She let the detective lead her to the bathroom. Once inside, Olivia opened one of the glass doors of the wall cabinet and took out two white hand towels.

"You don't—"

Liv shook her head, taking the blazer off the teen's forearms. She replaced it with one towel on each forearm. She pressed down on the wounds with the right amount of pressure, enough for the blood to stop flowing but avoiding as much pain as possible for Marina to experience. While she was doing that, Liv whispered hoarsely, "You're going to be okay. I'm going to make sure of it."

Marina didn't say anything. She kept her eyes on the detective's hands as they kept the pressure on her forearms. She wanted to run away from there and hide somewhere that wasn't near the apartment. But at the same time the teen just wanted for Olivia to hug her and to never let go.

Minutes passed until Olivia thought that the cuts stopped bleeding. She slowly and gently took off one of the towels. She sighed in relief when she didn't see any fresh blood coming out of the cuts. There were dried blood lines across Marina's skin and it made the detective's heart heavy with anguish. She grabbed another clean towel and wet it with warm water.

"This might sting a bit," Olivia's eyes connected with Marina's for a second before focusing on the cuts again.

She carefully cleaned the cuts, making sure that they didn't reopen. The detective noticed more cuts on Marina's skin. Older cuts that have turned into scars. When she was done cleaning them, she grabbed the first aid kit from the sink cabinet. She dried off Marina's forearm and then wrapped the gauze bandage around the cuts. She made sure that the bandage was wrapped right before taping the end with medical tape. She repeated the same thing with the arm.

Marina had kept her eyes on what the detective did. But now that Olivia was done, Marina didn't know what to do or say. Her body tense, as if waiting to get yell at. She swallowed the lump in her throat and lowly asked, "Are you mad?"

"No." Liv gently grasped Marina's chin to make eye contact with the teen. When blue eyes met brown, the detective dropped her hand. "You went to see your dad, didn't you?"

The teen grimaced. "Jack called you."

"After he dropped you off, he was worried that you wouldn't keep your promise," Olivia explained. "He called me and told me everything. I rushed here as fast as I could."

"I couldn't help it," Marina looked away. "Seeing him so happy I-I-"

"What did you see?" Olivia whispered, knowing deep down on what the teen will say.

Marina couldn't take it anymore. She shut her eyes and let out a strangled cry. "He has a-a new family. That's-s why h-he left." She felt Olivia wrap her arms around her and rubbing her back. "My dad want-ted t-to start a n-new life."

Olivia pulled Marina closer to her. She felt anger towards the teen's father. How could he leave Marina with a woman who had a drinking problem? He could have divorced and taken his daughter with her. Maybe Marina would have had a better childhood. She ran her fingers through the teen's hair, whispering to her, "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

Liv stared at Marina's sleeping form in the couch. She had been sleeping a little over two hours. Olivia felt her phone vibrate from the pockets of her dress pants. She didn't bother to see who was calling her. She cliply answered it, "Benson."

"Liv, where are you?" Elliot asked, irritated.

Olivia sighed and rubbed one of her eyes tiredly. "I had an emergency. Cragen knows about it."

"I need your help here. Do you think you can make it?"

"Call Fin. Tell him I owe him one."

"How bad is—?"

"Is nothing that I can't handle, El." Liv stood from the armchair. She walked away from the living room and towards Marina's room. "Marina needs me right now."

"Liv—"

"Call Fin. If he doesn't answer then call Munch." Olivia said, with a hit of annoyance in her voice. "I'll see you on Monday at work."

With that, the detective ended the call. She entered the teen's room and her eyes immediately fell to the still blood stain razor. Olivia went to pick it up. She could still the red lines across Marina's skin. Shaking off the image from her mind, Liv carefully grabbed the razor. She was about to leave when she what looked like to be a book peeking under the bed.

Olivia clutched the book and sat down on the bed. She opened the book, her breath hitched when she saw two more razors. She took them out and placed them on the bed comforter with the other blood stain razor. Liv glanced to the one of the nightstands and decided to go through them. Not just the nightstands but the whole room. She will make sure that anything sharp will be out of this room.

The brunette went through every book, drawer, sweater, every inch of the room. She didn't find any more razors or anything that Marina will use as a substitute. She went to look at the other nightstand. She opened the first drawer but found it empty. The same was with the second drawer. She opened the last drawer and she only found a stack of pictures with a rubber band around them.

Liv took the small stack in her hand. She took off the rubber band and started to go through them. She noticed that most of them were of Jack and Marina. Sometimes another friend would be in the picture or they would be in a small group of friends. She laughed lightly when she saw a picture of Marina and Jack with drawn mustaches on their faces.

She glanced to the next the picture and it made her freeze. It was of a little girl around to be five or six years old with a man. They both had big smiles on their faces. She recognized the man instantly. The man was Marina's father. Her eyes traveled to the little girl's face. She had never seen that smile on Marina before. The teen would either have a forced or a shy smile.

Now, it felt like Olivia wanted to see that smile on the seventeen year old Marina. She wanted to be the reason for Marina to smile again. She would do anything to make Marina happy and safe. Anything. She heard a groan from the living room and figured that Marina must have woken up.

She quickly put the pictures back in the nightstand and closed it. She carefully grabbed the razors and walked out of the room. She looked over the couch as she walked towards the kitchen. Marina was barely sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Olivia stepped in the kitchen and threw the razors in the trash. She would have to take out the trash just in case Marina would want to take them back. Liv walked out of the kitchen and to the living room.

"How are you feeling?" Olivia sat down next to Marina.

The teen shrugged, still rubbing her eyes. "Better…I guess." When she was done, Marina looked down at her bandage forearms and grimaced. "I'm sure you have questions."

"I do."

"Then ask away."

Liv glanced down at the wrapped bandages. "How long have you been cutting? I noticed faint scarring lines when I was cleaning your wounds."

Marina sat there in silence.

"Please, talk to me," Liv grasped one of the teen's hands, "Don't shut me out. Not now."

Hearing the apprehension on her legal guardian's voice, made Marina talk. "I was fourteen when I started. Then I stopped for a while but then I started again."

"Did your mom know?"

"God no!" Marina stared at Olivia. "I wouldn't be sitting here if she did…if you know what I mean."

"I want you to promise me something."

"Okay?"

Olivia grasped both of Marina's hands. "I don't want to see another cut. I want you to stop." The detective was staring at the teen with seriousness but her voice was soft. "If you ever have the need to harm yourself, tell me. Doesn't matter what time it is you come and talk to me."

"What if you're at work?" Marina asked.

"Call me and I will be by your side as fast as I can. Understand?"

"Yes."

Liv brought the teen to a hug. She felt her tense for a second but soon relax. Marina hugged her back with all her might. Feeling safe in the detective's arms.

Next chapter will be up sometime around the weekend.

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