"... So it is true? My child is capable of raping another human being?"

"I'm sorry Liv, but I think that it is true."

"I'm going to get some air."

Fin nodded sadly.

OLIVIA'S POV:

God, just when things start looking brighter, life shoots it down. How do I be strong for both the victim and my son? I decided to use the restroom, where I just stared at myself. I got a few dirty looks, but honestly I could careless. The world was shitting on me, and there was nothing I could do. I studied my reflection in the mirror, and I stared at my wrinkles.

Goddamn it Noah. You really got yourself in some deep shit. You honestly couldn't of forgotten a piece of homework, or something light like that. But, you went out and did the worst thing anyone could do. Wait? Is that gray hair? Fuck. I'm only 40, it is to early to be graying.

"Benson?"

"Hey Liv. How are you holding up?" Asked a detective with a southern accent

"Manda, I wish everyone would stop asking me that. I need people to stop pitying me and move on with their lives."

"I'm sorry. But, listen Cammy is asking to speak with you."

"Be there in 10."

*MERCY*

"How can I help you?"

"Captain Olivia Benson, Manhattan SVU. I am here to see Cammy Diaz."

"Room 204."

"Thanks."

I made my way slowly to room 204. Inside lay a beat up girl. Bruising was noticeable, and cuts that were stitched up. She looked like she was put through hell.

"Ms. Benson?" asked a nurse.

"Yes that's me."

"I was the nurse who treated Ms. Diaz. I wanted to let you know that she had severe vaginal trauma, and semen was found in her underwear. We sent it to the lab."

"Okay, thank you."

As she went back into the direction of the room, Cammy had woken up.

"Rollins, thanks for staying with her. I think I can take it from here."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

She nodded.

"Hey Cammy, how are you feeling?"

"Weird, and Um why am I here?"

"Listen, this is not something I ever like to tell anyone, but you were raped."

"No I wasn't."

"Cammy you were."

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING."

"Honey, listen, I know you are scared, and may not want to face the reality that you were a... victim, but the only way to bring true justice, is facing the bastard who did this to you."

"Look lady, you don't know. Okay? You probably don't even know what you are talking about. So just drop it. Who knows maybe I asked for it."

"Cammy, I do know what it is. I should know. And NO one asks for them to be raped."

"Look, it was my fault okay? I wore a skirt. I was feeling bold. I do drugs. Stone me. My parents are assholes, and they probably are glad I went and got hurt. But DON'T you get it? Nobody cares if I get hurt. No one cares I get high every other day. I'm sorry I am not bible worthy and god worthy. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I just want it to end."

"Honey look at me... We are going to nail this bastard okay. And You deserve love. Your a special person, who I think was denied love."

"You you don't know that." She whimpered.

"Yes, I do. We are more alike than different. And you are worthy, understand?"

"Yes" She whispered.

"Hey Olivia?"

"Yes honey?"

"Please stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Please."