Olivia wasn't going to sleep tonight, she thought something bad was going to happen; Julia didn't want to sleep either. The lady was nice, she didn't try to hurt them; she took care of them. Being told to stay in her room was not something Olivia was saying to be mean; she knew that.

It meant Olivia thought her parents were going to come tonight; or their friends. She wasn't going to sleep well either. She wished Maggie was in her room, Olivia said when she was bigger they would have to say; she said it like it was a chore.

But she loved Maggie, she was cute just like a doll; and the only toy she'd ever had before Olivia. A part of her knew it was too good to be true, Olivia was to nice; nobody was nice to her because she was bad. People wanted good little girls and she couldn't be no matter how hard she tried.

Something bad could happen to Olivia now though, because she had taken her away. Climbing to the top bunk she huddled down where she could see the door and slept fitfully; she had spent many nights curled in a ball to sleep. It made it harder for people to hurt you that way.

It was a very long time until she heard the first noise, a loud crack; then two pops and yelling. She slid down the ladder and crept to the door, easing it open a crack. She didn't want to see but she had to; she had to know if they were here for her.

One man fell, he didn't move again, Olivia was crouched behind the couch; two men were moving towards her. There was another flash and then two more all with loud bangs; Olivia fell back. Julia stepped back, she heard Olivia cry out and saw red; when there was blood it was bad. When they made her bleed it always hurt.

Peeking back out only one man was still standing; Olivia was on her back. She saw the gun, she'd seen Olivia use it, she wanted to grab it; all she had to do was squeeze. Especially him, he had hurt her so many times; now he was hurting someone nice.

She stared hard, unable to look away, until Olivia made the man fall; his head hit a table and Olivia twisted reaching for the gun. She could go to Maggie now, no one would see her. Slipping through the door she raced across to Olivia's room.

Closing that door behind her she heard another crash. The woman was sitting up in the bed, reaching into Maggie's bed. She was nice too, but not like Olivia; she had been scared since she got here; she couldn't help Maggie.

Her knees slid into the play pen as she scratched at it, Maggie whimpered and the woman pulled back; she knew they had to be quiet. Maggie knew to be quiet when she held her; she knew how to make her quiet too. The woman slipped off the bed, gesturing that she should go with her.

She shook her head, she had to get Maggie out and hide. If you hid and they were drinking they didn't look to hard; sometimes they left you alone. She could hide better with Maggie; they were both small. Leaning against the play pen she made a soft clicking sound, Maggie reached up to her.

Grabbing her wrists she pulled her up, Maggie cried a bit, it probably hurt her; but she couldn't tip the playpen all the way over. She wasn't sure she could stand it back up. There was another crash, squeezing Maggie to her she dove into the closet, and crawled all the way to the back.

She put her hand against something white, it wasn't the wall it moved when you pushed; she crawled behind it and sat Maggie up in front of her as far in the corner as she could. If they found her they would think she had Maggie behind her; when she had to get up they might not see the baby if they didn't look too hard.

Holding Maggie's little hand she waited, that was all she could do now, wait until they were found; and keep Maggie quiet. They sat in the darkness a long time, it was really quiet for a while and then there was more yelling. Someone moved around the room, opened the closet and looked in; she put her hand near Maggie's mouth to keep her quiet.

There were lots of people in here now, moving around and talking, they weren't yelling now; they knew they were in control. She stayed quiet and hidden, if Olivia wasn't okay she wasn't sure she wanted to be found.

Some of her friends were nice, if Finn came she would come out; he was safe. He had a gun like Olivia and he promised not to hurt them; he'd held her hand when they sat in the room with her parents. He'd promised to hurt them if they ever touched her again.

Mel had been nice too, she was a doctor and really smart; Olivia liked her. They were friends outside of work, she remembered saying it was hard cuz work was so bad sometimes and they both had to do it all the time. She would come out for her, she had a daughter too; her daughter was bigger though.

People talked in the other room and then there was yelling, but she knew the voice; he was mad at somebody. Maybe he was mad because Olivia was his friend too and she'd been hurt; she knew what it was to hurt.