Disclaimer-None of the characters from the Law and Order SVU show belong to me. They belong to Dick Wolf and whoever else had to do with creating SVU.
------------------------------ Just so all of you know, this story used to be called " A Child's Cry" and I renamed it. -----------------------------------------------------
So, How is everybody today or tonight or whenever you are reading this?! Just thought that I'd clue you in on a few things.This is my very very first fanfic that I am putting on this site so please be nice. I have had so much fun reading everyone's SVU fics that I just had to join in on the action. I hope that you all enjoy this story. Please R&R !!!!!!
A figure huddled in a small, dark corner of the bedroom closet. It was now around eight thirty pm. She new that he was coming. He was always angry when he came home. He would take it out on anybody who was less stronger than him. And her, being his only child, and her mother deceased, was the only one there.
Purple and Green bruises shadowed her thin upper arms where his strong hands had grabbed her every day before. More trailed down her back from when he would throw her on the ground and kick until he was ready to go have a smoke, drink a beer and watch television. She had thick tangled hair that she pulled back every day. She had only a couple of pairs of shirts and pants that she had borrowed from a girl at school and never returned. There was also a pair of scuffed and worn down shoes that she wore every day. She needed a new pair but what would her dad care? He'd tell her to just go and look in dumpsters and find something. He wouldn't spend his own spending money on her. He had already told her that. She was very thin and ate very little. Every once in a while her friends would share their lunches packed by their parents with love. She would get an apple out of the refridgerator if she was extremely hungry that day so she could eat it at school.
The keyhole on the front door rattled and she jumped up. She ran to her bedroom door and listened. The front door slammed into the wall so she knew that he was extra mad today. She locked her door and climbed back into the closet. Tears started welling up into her baby blue eyes as she pulled her knees up toward her huffing chest. She knew that he would find her there. He always did. She tried to hold the tears back and sat quietly in the dark once again.
He grabbed the doorknob to her room and turned, but it was locked. She pressed herself back as far as she could against the wall without whining. The bruises on her back hurt like hell when touched.
"OPEN THE DOOR YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!" He yelled. There was no answer, which made him even angrier. He kicked open the door and rushed in. "YOU'RE REALLY ASKING FOR IT NOW!!!!" It was still silent as ever. She breathed softly, hoping that her dad wouldn't hear. He looked around the barren room and saw the closed closet door. He bolted for it ond opened it with such force that he knocked it off the hinges.It fell to the floor and she gasped with fear in her eyes. She wanted to scream but didn't want to make him even angrier. He saw his daughter hiding in the corner and yelled, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!"
"Nothing daddy, honest. Please don't hurt me," she said in a small voice.
He stood over her. He was buff and looked like the nicest guy. He had his daughter's eyes which were hid behind thin-rimmed glasses that shimmered in the light. His hair was thining on the top but you couldn't really tell. He wore a business suit and a matching tie. He was very two-faced and put on a performance for whomever looked their way. He was well known in the community as strong and a family man. Little did everybody know what was going on behind closed doors.
He bored holes into his daughter with his piercing eyes. He lunged for her and grabbed her by the ankles. She screamed and tried to kick free from his strong grasp, but she was too weak and malnourished. This is what she had been dreading all day. No matter how weak that she felt, she just kept on kicking, hoping to somehow break free. He dragged her across the floor on her back. It burned so bad, but she kept on kicking. He finally let go of her after dragging her to his room.
"STOP SQUIRMING!!!!!!" he yelled. She tried to get up and out of his room, but she wasn't fast enough. He grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her toward him and onto the floor. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping somebody would hear her and not just go on with their business. Her dad told her to shut up and covered her mouth, but she wouldn't stop. He started kicking her in the ribs to make her stop. She was so focused on screaming that she didn't even notice that she was being kicked until all of the pain came at once. Finally the tears came over her. She cried and pleaded for her father to stop, but he just kept kicking.
~~~ Meanwhile at the next door neighbor's house~~~
*Ring*
"Nine-one-one what's you're emergency?"
"I think that someone is being hurt next door!!!" said the neighbor.
"Okay, what's the address?"
"3627 Moxley Avenue, Manhattan, 94326!!!"
"Alright, I'll send someone over there."
"Good, and hurry up!!!"
The neighbor looked out of her bedroom and heard the little girl's cries for help. "Hold on honey..... Help is coming........Just hold on......" The neighbor had known about the death of the mother, and she knew that there was a poor little girl in the house next door that was being abused by her father. She just hoped that she wasn't too late.
------------------------------ Just so all of you know, this story used to be called " A Child's Cry" and I renamed it. -----------------------------------------------------
So, How is everybody today or tonight or whenever you are reading this?! Just thought that I'd clue you in on a few things.This is my very very first fanfic that I am putting on this site so please be nice. I have had so much fun reading everyone's SVU fics that I just had to join in on the action. I hope that you all enjoy this story. Please R&R !!!!!!
A figure huddled in a small, dark corner of the bedroom closet. It was now around eight thirty pm. She new that he was coming. He was always angry when he came home. He would take it out on anybody who was less stronger than him. And her, being his only child, and her mother deceased, was the only one there.
Purple and Green bruises shadowed her thin upper arms where his strong hands had grabbed her every day before. More trailed down her back from when he would throw her on the ground and kick until he was ready to go have a smoke, drink a beer and watch television. She had thick tangled hair that she pulled back every day. She had only a couple of pairs of shirts and pants that she had borrowed from a girl at school and never returned. There was also a pair of scuffed and worn down shoes that she wore every day. She needed a new pair but what would her dad care? He'd tell her to just go and look in dumpsters and find something. He wouldn't spend his own spending money on her. He had already told her that. She was very thin and ate very little. Every once in a while her friends would share their lunches packed by their parents with love. She would get an apple out of the refridgerator if she was extremely hungry that day so she could eat it at school.
The keyhole on the front door rattled and she jumped up. She ran to her bedroom door and listened. The front door slammed into the wall so she knew that he was extra mad today. She locked her door and climbed back into the closet. Tears started welling up into her baby blue eyes as she pulled her knees up toward her huffing chest. She knew that he would find her there. He always did. She tried to hold the tears back and sat quietly in the dark once again.
He grabbed the doorknob to her room and turned, but it was locked. She pressed herself back as far as she could against the wall without whining. The bruises on her back hurt like hell when touched.
"OPEN THE DOOR YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!" He yelled. There was no answer, which made him even angrier. He kicked open the door and rushed in. "YOU'RE REALLY ASKING FOR IT NOW!!!!" It was still silent as ever. She breathed softly, hoping that her dad wouldn't hear. He looked around the barren room and saw the closed closet door. He bolted for it ond opened it with such force that he knocked it off the hinges.It fell to the floor and she gasped with fear in her eyes. She wanted to scream but didn't want to make him even angrier. He saw his daughter hiding in the corner and yelled, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!"
"Nothing daddy, honest. Please don't hurt me," she said in a small voice.
He stood over her. He was buff and looked like the nicest guy. He had his daughter's eyes which were hid behind thin-rimmed glasses that shimmered in the light. His hair was thining on the top but you couldn't really tell. He wore a business suit and a matching tie. He was very two-faced and put on a performance for whomever looked their way. He was well known in the community as strong and a family man. Little did everybody know what was going on behind closed doors.
He bored holes into his daughter with his piercing eyes. He lunged for her and grabbed her by the ankles. She screamed and tried to kick free from his strong grasp, but she was too weak and malnourished. This is what she had been dreading all day. No matter how weak that she felt, she just kept on kicking, hoping to somehow break free. He dragged her across the floor on her back. It burned so bad, but she kept on kicking. He finally let go of her after dragging her to his room.
"STOP SQUIRMING!!!!!!" he yelled. She tried to get up and out of his room, but she wasn't fast enough. He grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her toward him and onto the floor. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping somebody would hear her and not just go on with their business. Her dad told her to shut up and covered her mouth, but she wouldn't stop. He started kicking her in the ribs to make her stop. She was so focused on screaming that she didn't even notice that she was being kicked until all of the pain came at once. Finally the tears came over her. She cried and pleaded for her father to stop, but he just kept kicking.
~~~ Meanwhile at the next door neighbor's house~~~
*Ring*
"Nine-one-one what's you're emergency?"
"I think that someone is being hurt next door!!!" said the neighbor.
"Okay, what's the address?"
"3627 Moxley Avenue, Manhattan, 94326!!!"
"Alright, I'll send someone over there."
"Good, and hurry up!!!"
The neighbor looked out of her bedroom and heard the little girl's cries for help. "Hold on honey..... Help is coming........Just hold on......" The neighbor had known about the death of the mother, and she knew that there was a poor little girl in the house next door that was being abused by her father. She just hoped that she wasn't too late.