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Author's note: I apologize to all who know anything about STD's. I wrote this story in a psych hospital and had no computers to do research. Please forgive all STD facts being wrong. Also thank you for your patience with a very slow typing teen.
Two Years Later
"Kathleen was my daughter. When I was told that she had been raped and was HIV positive. I thought I knew what it meant. I thought it meant counselors, doctors, and unbearable pain. I had been a Detective in Special Victims Unit for five years at the time. I had never seen a case that was not like that. She proved me wrong. The first thing she said to me in the hospital was "daddy I'm going to be ok really." Here she was dyeing yet she had more courage than any of us. I'll never forget that. I will never forget how determined she was to make a difference to keep what happened to her from happening to other people. With her siblings help she started to get rid of bullying in her school. When she didn't have the energy to walk Lizzy and Dickie wheeled her there. Many of you here have been touched by her effort. She once told me that she dreamt of the biggest bully and the biggest nerd standing next to each other at her funeral. I see you kids out there and I see her dream coming true. Please don't let it die with her." Elliot stepped down from the mike and Olivia stepped up.
"I'm Olivia Stabler. Kathleen came to me one day at the station. Her determination to protect her sister was apparent. It seemed to override all fear. It took awhile for her to trust me. When she finally told me what was going on I feared for her safety. Once she and Lizzy where safe I didn't feel the need to tell her the true reason I needed off her case. Later when I realized how strong she was I figured the truth would simply bring back bad memories. I was never truly honest with her and I'll forever regret it. I want to tell her the truth now in a note that I want you to see. She was a brave girl and deserved my honesty instead I gave her lies. Yet still she triumphed. Despite being violated and lied to she still managed to give us a great gift. The gift of sharing what we can do if we simply try.
The Note
Kathleen,
I'm sorry I lied. You were so much braver than I thought. By the time I realized how strong you were I thought it would have done no good to bring this up. Now I regret it. So I'm writing you this note which I'll but in your casket at the funeral. The truth is simply this. I knew Victor Bradfield in college. I was out studying when he raped my roommate. I convinced her to file charges. He spent five years in prison and was a registered sex offender. I know this has nothing to do with you, however I still should have told you why I didn't work your case. Know maybe wherever you are you know.
My Deepest Apologies,
Livvy