Chapter 7:

Olivia burst through the doors of Mercy General Hospital and was greeted by Munch, Fin, and Amanda who were waiting in the waiting room.

"Where is she? Where is my daughter?!" Olivia cried, but Munch got up and went over to her.

"Liv, she's in the OR…they did a real number on her,"

"Oh my God…" Olivia breathed as she slowly sank into one of the plastic chairs. "Where are they now…Harris and Lewis?"

"Harris is dead…but Lewis got away," John answered honestly. Olivia gasped as she fought between screaming and sobbing. She couldn't even feel relief that Harris was dead because knowing Lewis got away meant that he was going to come back and finish what he started. It was his M.O. Nothing was going to change that.

Suddenly, a doctor came out and walked over to the group of detectives.

"Excuse me, are you all here for Rosalie Benson?"

Olivia immediately jumped up and said,

"Yes! I'm her mother. Is my daughter okay?"

"I'm Dr. Garrison. Rosalie survived the surgery. She is a very lucky girl. She had four broken ribs and a concussion, but we repaired the damage. Her blood alcohol was high and she had traces of tranquilizers and Rohypnol in her system. She had a lot of cuts, cigarette burn marks, and bruises all over her body, but some in time will fade," the doctor explained.

Olivia was horrified. Hearing everything that was inflicted on Rosalie made her guilt spike to higher levels.

"Doctor…w-was she raped?" Olivia asked slowly and with fear. She hated that this was a question she needed to ask.

"We plan to do a rape kit once Rosalie wakes up. Since she is a minor, do we have your consent to perform a rape kit on her?"

"Yes," Olivia answered immediately.

"Thank you. Right now, Rosalie's in the ICU, but you can see her now. Only one person at a time and family only," Dr. Garrison added, the last sentence aimed towards to other detectives in the waiting room. Olivia wanted to see her daughter now, so she followed the doctor down the hall and through the doors to the ICU. When they reached Rosalie's room, Dr. Garrison left so that he could give mother and daughter some privacy.

Olivia walked in but stopped short when she saw her daughter. Rosalie's face was as pale as the sheets she was laying on and she was hooked up to a collection of tubes and wires. When Dr. Garrison said that Rosalie had cuts, burns, and bruises, he wasn't kidding. Rosalie was black and blue from head to toe, with angry red cuts and burns scattered all over her arms and face. She looked…almost dead. Olivia made her way to her daughter's side and took a hold of her hand.

"Oh Rosalie…" she murmured. "I'm right here. I love you so much baby and I'm not going anywhere,"

Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes as she pulled up a chair and sat beside her daughter's hospital bed.

"I'm so sorry Rosalie. I should have never let you go to Lolah's. I never went back to work that night. I told Nick that the weekend was meant for you and me. If I had only gone after you or called you or anything, this would have never happened. I never wanted this to happen to you. If those men wanted to hurt me so much, they should have gone after me, not you. I will never forgive myself for what happened to you and for forgetting about you for so long, but I promise you that I will be there when you need me and I will be there to help you heal," Olivia said, as she swiped at the tears in her eyes. She didn't want to cry at the moment. She needed to be strong for her daughter.

Soon Rosalie's eyes blinked open and Olivia let out a relieved sigh.

"Rosalie? Can you hear me?"

When Rosalie opened her eyes, all she felt was stinging pain. In her head, her chest, everywhere. She could barely move without pain shooting through her body. She blinked a couple of times and saw that she wasn't in the basement anymore, but in a clean white hospital room. She felt panicky as she wasn't sure if she was safe, but then she heard,

"Rosalie baby? It's me, Mommy,"

Rosalie slowly looked over and saw her mother sitting in a chair next to her bed. Her eyes were red and she looked exhausted, but alert. Rosalie didn't know how to react. She felt so many emotions course through her. Embarrassment, shame, fear, anger. All she wanted was her mother before, but now she almost wished her mother wasn't here. She felt too exhausted to think or do anything, so she stared at the ceiling again silently.

"Baby please talk to me!" Olivia grabbed her daughter's hand, but Rosalie pulled away and faced away from her. "Baby I know you are hurting and I know you went through so much, but I want you to know that I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere. Please don't shut me out,"

Rosalie squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't want her mother looking at her, treating her like a victim. She didn't want to talk either because what was the point. She screamed and cried in that basement as she was raped and tortured but no one came for her. She felt like she had no voice.

She hoped that by not engaging with her mother, she eventually would leave the room, but she never left. Her mother stayed with her, never leaving that chair beside her bed. Eventually, Rosalie drifted off to sleep, still hoping that her mother would leave her alone when she woke up again.

An hour later, Olivia heard a light knock on the door. She turned and saw Amanda standing outside with a nurse. She knew immediately what was going on before Amanda said anything.

"Liv…we have to do the rape kit. Captain told me I should do it, but you can stay in the room,"

"I'll stay…but Rosalie won't talk to me. I don't know if she'll talk to you," Olivia admitted.

"We can try, but it's important we get this done," Amanda said and Olivia nodded.

"I agree," Olivia then turned to Rosalie and gently woke her up. "Rosalie, honey? Amanda and I want to talk to you,"

Rosalie opened her eyes and internally groaned when she heard her mother's voice. 'I guess she never left,' Rosalie thought. She noticed that her headache had subsided, but she still felt awful and in pain. She slowly turned and when she saw Amanda and a nurse waiting, she froze. She knew what this was. A rape kit. She heard her mother talk about them in her cases. This was proving the terrible truth that she was a rape victim. A label that will stick with her forever.

"Rosalie, Amanda is here to ask you some questions and the nurse is going to check you out," Olivia explained slowly and to Rosalie, like a toddler. She tried not to roll her eyes. Her mother did not need to handhold her and treat her like a fragile doll. Yet, Rosalie was absolutely terrified of what was happening.

"Hey, Rosalie. How are you feeling?" Amanda asked kindly.

Rosalie did not answer. She stared at the ceiling, refusing to give eye contact to the blonde detective.

"I know this is all a lot to handle, but I promise that we'll try and make this as comfortable as possible," Amanda eventually added, after realizing that Rosalie wasn't going to answer. "Do you understand?"

Still no answer. Rosalie did not want to talk. She especially did not want to talk about the basement of horrors she was subjected to with her mother in the room. She was too mortified. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, Amanda came closer and sat down on the edge of Rosalie's hospital bed.

"Honey, would you feel better if your mother wasn't in the room?"

"Amanda no! I'm staying with her!" Olivia protested, but it fell onto deaf ears. Rosalie thought about it and slowly and fearfully, she nodded her head yes.

Olivia felt a pang of hurt in her heart. She tried not to show it though as Amanda turned toward her and shrugged. Olivia quickly gathered herself and said,

"If you need me, sweetheart, I'll be right outside!"

Olivia slowly left the room as the nurse handed her some paperwork to fill out for the kit. Once Rosalie was alone with Amanda and the nurse, she felt a bit of relief, but she still did not want to talk. There was no point. She was sure that her voice wasn't going to matter. She didn't matter. Not anymore.

"Rosalie, I'm going to start with some questions. Were you assaulted once or multiple times in the basement?" Amanda asked.

Rosalie shivered, shrinking back as the memories from the basement flooded her mind. Amanda waited for an answer, but Rosalie wouldn't talk. She sighed and said,

"How about this. If you were assaulted once, blink once. If you were assaulted multiple times, blink twice,"

Rosalie slowly looked at Amanda and after a second of hesitation, she blinked twice.

"Okay, Rosalie. You're doing great. How many times?" Amanda continued, relieved that she was able to get the young girl to communicate, even if it was through blinking.

Rosalie cringed as she thought about all that was done to her during that time in the basement. She blinked seven times after counting and recounting. It horrified her that this happened to her SEVEN times. She felt dirty and disgusting.

"Now Rosalie, I'm going to have Nurse Dana examine you while I collect a statement about what happened to you. I know you don't want to, but you need to talk to me. Please?" Amanda asked, silently pleading for the young girl to comply.

Rosalie just looked at the detective as tears welled in her eyes. She didn't want to talk! She wouldn't, she couldn't…

"I…I can't!" Rosalie finally burst out, before breaking into sobs. She couldn't do it anymore. Amanda's heart broke once more as she watched the young girl in front of her, sobbing her eyes out.

"Would you like me to get your mom?" Amanda asked softly, but Rosalie shook her head.

"NO!" Rosalie cried.

"Why not sweetheart?"

"I d-don't w-want her to l-look at me," Rosalie stumbled in between sobs. "This is all my f-fault! This w-wasn't supposed to happen to m-me!"

Amanda reached out and gently grabbed one of Rosalie's shaking hands.

"This was not your fault Rosalie and your mother would never blame you. She loves you more than anything in this world,"

"No, she doesn't! She loves her job!" Rosalie snapped as she yanked her hand away. Amanda sighed, at a loss for words. She decided to move forward for now, but she reminded herself to talk to Olivia after this was done.

"Let's breathe for a second, okay?" Amanda said carefully as Rosalie's sobs subsided. After a couple of seconds, she pulled out her notepad and pen and the nurse came over to the young girl, helping her sit up in bed without further injuring her sore ribs.

"Hi Rosalie, I'm Nurse Dana. We're going to start with your head first. Lean forward and I will be going to comb through your hair and collect anything that falls out," Nurse Dana said, holding a sterile comb from the kit. Rosalie hesitated, but she gave the nurse access to her long brown hair, wincing at the stinging pain in her chest.

"Let's start from the very beginning, Rosalie. The night you were taken," Amanda spoke up next and Rosalie knew that there was no way she could get around it. This was happening.

"My mom and I were going to spend the weekend together, but on Saturday she got a call from the precinct. I thought she was going to go in so I went to my friend Lolah's house. She wanted to go to this party at Peter's Lake and…I decided to go with her," Rosalie started, leaving out little details, like how Lolah pressured her to go and such.

"Alright, now I need to take 10 strands of your hair for comparison," Nurse Dana interjected gently. As Nurse Dana collected the hair strands, Rosalie was urged to continue by Amanda.

"We get to the party and Lolah disappeared into the crowd. I was alone…until a guy showed up…Will…" Rosalie started to shake as the memories that were once positive at the party turned sour.

"William Lewis…" Amanda murmured as she wrote down Rosalie's statement.

"He was nice to me…and we danced…and he kept giving me drinks so I drank them. I don't remember anything after that…"

"That's okay honey. What do you remember next?"

"We will now be taking fingernail scrapings, Rosalie," Nurse Dana quickly added and Rosalie gingerly held out her hands.

"I woke up in the basement. It was dark and I was chained to a mattress…" Rosalie couldn't continue. She was getting closer to the part of the story where she was tortured. She didn't want to remember. "Can we stop? Please?"

"Honey, I know this is hard, but please keep going,"

Rosalie shook her head and Amanda sighed.

"We can take a break, but the sooner we get your statement, the better. Okay?"

Rosalie didn't answer. She didn't want to speak any further. She still allowed Nurse Dana to continue with the rape kit, including using a UV light to identify any fluids on her body and examining the lower half of her body, while collecting samples and swabs. Rosalie squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that all of this would end soon. She hated all of this. She wished that she was dead.

Soon the examination was complete and the rape kit was sealed and whisked away. Soon only Amanda was in the room with Rosalie who still didn't want to talk.

"Rosalie, we are so close. Please let's continue on with the statement,"

Rosalie shook her head no, her aggravation growing.

"I know how hard this is, but if we get the rest of your statement, then we can…" Amanda tried to convince the young girl, but Rosalie finally couldn't take it and cut the detective off.

"FINE! Do you want to know what happened to me?! I'll fucking tell you!" Rosalie snapped angrily. She normally never curses, but that was the old Rosalie. She's gone now.

"They chained me to a fucking mattress in the basement and then Will and this other man RAPED me! They took turns doing it too! Oh! After that, do you know what else they did!? They cut me up with knives and lit cigarettes only to extinguish them on my skin! They also force fed me pills and alcohol to keep me quiet! They did this for HOURS. When you all finally decided to show up, they were going to fucking shoot me and to top it all off, that Lowell man was shot in front of me before he had the chance to shoot me, but you know what Amanda, when I screamed and screamed for help while those men took away my childhood, NO ONE CAME!" Rosalie screamed the last sentence before yelling at Amanda to get out of her room. Rosalie grabbed her pillow and buried her face into it. She was filled with so much animosity and pain. Her life was OVER. Now she could never become popular or have friends or be normal! She was always going to be known as the 'girl who was raped'. If she had never gone to that party, this all wouldn't be happening.

Amanda decided to leave the young girl alone. She had gotten the statement. Amanda left the hospital room quietly and bumped into Olivia who was waiting anxiously outside her daughter's room.

"How is she?" Olivia asked.

"She's gone through a lot and she's hurting from it. Those bastards destroyed her Liv…I'm honestly glad that Harris is dead. He'll never hurt someone like that ever again. As for Lewis…we're going to find that bastard and he will rot in hell for what he did," Amanda responded and Olivia pushed back tears that were threatening to come out.

"Does she hate me?" Olivia whispered.

"She's angry and she thinks you'll hate her after what happened. I'm thinking that's why she didn't want you in the room with her for the rape kit exam. I think you should talk to her and be there, even if she doesn't want you there,"

Olivia nodded, understanding. Yet at the same time, she didn't understand. She really did want to talk to Rosalie and try and be there for her, yet she wasn't sure how to be there. She was so used to being buried with work and Rosalie was fine by herself…or was she?

Amanda had to go back to the precinct with the statement so she bid Olivia farewell and left the hospital, leaving Olivia outside of Rosalie's room. She slowly walked in and saw her daughter flat on her back, but facing away from her.

"Rosalie? Are you okay?" Olivia asked carefully.

Are you okay…Are you okay…

Nothing was okay!

Rosalie wanted to scream at that question because how could her mother even ask that question when she knew that her daughter was in that basement and was hurt so badly as said by the doctors. She bit her lip and continued to look away from her mother.

"Baby please talk to me! I'm not mad at you and I don't blame you if that is what you are thinking. You did nothing wrong. " Olivia begged. "Please Rosalie. Let me in. Let me be there for you,"

Rosalie tried to ignore her mother's words, but yet she heard them and she felt waves of emotion course through her. All she wanted was someone to hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright, even when she didn't feel that way. At the same time, she wanted nothing to do with her mother. All her mother did and cared about was her job. Rosalie knew that once she was out of the hospital and 'stable' enough, her mother would go right back to work and pretend that nothing ever happened, so all this "let me in" nonsense was simply well, nonsense! Rosalie tried to stay quiet, but eventually, she exploded.

"JUST GO AWAY GODDAMNIT!" Rosalie screamed.

Olivia flinched at the sudden outburst from her daughter.

"Rosalie?"

"GO AWAY! GO BACK TO YOUR JOB! STOP LYING TO ME WHEN YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT THE PRECINCT ALWAYS COMES FIRST. JUST DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND LEAVE!" Rosalie continued to scream, tears now streaming down her face and her chest aching. "JUST LEAVE!"

Olivia stood frozen at the words her daughter was saying. Did she really think that she would put her job first at this moment? She wanted to run over and tell her daughter that she wasn't leaving her, but at the same time, she didn't want to upset her daughter further. She stood there conflicted while daughter continued to scream, before finally turning on her heel and quickly leaving the room, trying to conceal the tears streaming down her own face.

Rosalie stopped when she heard her mother leave the room. She really did leave…Rosalie was secretly hoping that maybe her mother would stay and prove her wrong, but she didn't. She left and was probably on her way to the precinct at that very moment. She began to cry again, only this time her tears were now heartbroken ones.

A/N: ...Well, it's been a year since I last posted, folks. If you've made it to this point, thanks for reading! I've been getting emails about readers liking and following the story (which I super appreciate, thank you!) and it reminded me about this story, so I'm back and I'll try to post regularly. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Leave a review if you'd like and stay tuned for Chapter 8!