A/N: Please forgive some of the bad "grammar" and way of "speech" in this chapter. The girl is a teenager, so of course she isn't going to talk sophisticated like Alex for example. So don't kill me with the grammar criticism on this one.

Summary: I don't know what happened, something over took me, and I was lost...

Chapter Three: Field of Innocence

Bound at every limb by the shackles of fear

Sealed with lies through so many tears

Lost from within, pursuing the end

I fight for the chance to be lied to again

...

They'll never see

I'll never be

I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger

Burner deep inside of me

But through my tears breaks a blinding light

Birthing a dawn to this endless light

Arms outstretched, awaiting me An open embrace upon a bleeding tree Evanescence: Lies

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I never thought about my parents getting a divorce. Through the nights of fights and the numerous times my dad had to sleep on the couch, the word never crossed my mind—divorce.

My mother would always come to me the day after the storm and tell me about how she could never leave me dad.

"Oh honey, I love your dad so much." My mother would say. She was always tired, half asleep with dark circles under her eyes.

"Then why do you two fight so much?" I would say impatiently. I was naïve then, always thinking I was right. Nothing my mother or father said was good enough. Their countless reasoning for why they fought never added up. Then one night I hear her name.

"What is the excuse this time Elliot!?" My mother raged. I watched silently from the top of the stairs. The shadows of the staircase rail played with the hallways walls and danced across my face. Peering from the slots of the rail I tried hard to see what was going on. I saw the shadows of my parents walking around in what looked like a circle.

"Kathy, please, I told you." My dad said calmer then my mom, he was always trying to calm her down.

"What you told me Elliot," she began emphasizing his name, "was that you were going to be here in an hour. That was four hours ago!" I heard my mother hit her hands on the table causing me to flinch.

"I dropped Olivia off at her house..." My mother cut him off,

"Olivia again is it? So, she is more important then your family?" I could tell me my mother was getting furious.

"She is my partner Kath, I had to make sure she got home safe." I hear something in my dad's voice that I hadn't heard in a while. It was the way he lingered on the word 'partner.' Was Olivia more than just my father's business partner? The thought didn't stay long. At the time I knew my dad was truly only looking out for the well being of his partner Olivia Benson.

I met her once before I heard her name in an argument. One word could totally describe her—beautiful. She was exotic, gorgeous from the inside out. Mother was just a normal average wife compared to the charming Ms. Benson. I wouldn't blame my mother for being jealous of Ms. Benson.

I don't believe my mother caught what I did, or if she did, she let it pass.

"Whatever Elliot, just...don't touch me." She said as she flung her hands in the air and walked towards the stairs. I got up quickly and walked into my room. I quietly shut the door behind me, not to wake Maureen up from her nice trip home from college. It only surprises me that the rest are so used to the fighting that they can just sleep right through it.

I waited by my door until I heard my mother pass and head into her room. I guess my father was sleeping on the couch again.

I crept out of my room and down the stairs.

"Liz! What are you doing up?" My father asked as I jumped into his arms and giving him a quick hug. I was 14 then and thought that my father giving me a kiss was a little childish. I whooped off were he kissed me on my cheek.

"Uck! Dad! You need to shave!" I said. I sat next to him on the couch. "I couldn't sleep," I said continuing, "plus why should I have to go to sleep it's a Saturday." I told him impatiently. He ruffled my hair and let out a soft chuckle.

"UH! Come on dad!" I said, straightening my hair back down.

"Sorry Liz." He told me as he leaned back on the couch.

"Dad," I began hesitantly.

"Yeah." He said with his eyes closed.

"Dad, are you, are you having an affair with Olivia?" I asked quickly, he shot up, his eyes wide as he looked at me wide eyed.

"What makes you think that!?" My dad asked a stunned.

"Well, for one, you and mom just had an argument about her, and tow she is a hell of a lot prettier then mom, no offense to mom or anything, I mean Olivia is like..." There wasn't a word to put there.

"Whoa now lady, watch your language." He scolded me.

"Oh come on it is just hell."

He still gave me a stern look.

"Okay, fine, whatever." I straighten up in my seat, gaining more confidence. "Well are you?" I asked getting back to the point.

My dad looked at me square in the eye, "No Elizabeth, I am not cheating on your mother." He told me.

"Oh okay," I got up and turned to him, "Good night dad." I said as I walked up the stairs. I believed my father then, but now I know a different story.

It was four months after my parents divorced and my father came up with this great notion to take me to the annual "take your child to work day."

Whoopee I had way more important things to do then sit around in a crummy station house, listening to cop jokes, and get this, eating donuts. They reassured me over and over that they usually don't do this kind of thing, eating the donuts. Oh okay. The worst part was, I was the teenager there, forget that, I was the only person under the age, 38-ish.

There was John Munch who looked ancient, though he was very funny that day. Then his partner Fin, who sort of scared me. Don't forget my father's captain, who was like totally ancient. His head was so shiny I could almost see my reflection in his head. As you can see I was very annoyed, I was annoyed that my father dragged me along to spend this "quality father daughter bounding day" and the fact that my father and mother were divorced. I mean Hello! What else I'm I suppose to think. My mind was elsewhere, and I was stuck with my father.

"I uh, I have to got the restroom." I said halfway in between one of their corny cop jokes.

"Okay, it's down..." My father began,

"Dad I know where it is." I said as I walked out of the sound of their laughter and into the restroom. I didn't have to go; I just wanted to get away from my father. Not only my father, I wanted to get away from the sound of my mother and their little 'mishaps.' I threw cold water on my face trying to calm my nerves down. I must have been in there long because Olivia came in.

"Are you okay?" she asked sympathetically.

"Yeah I am fine." I told her.

"Are you sure because you were in here a long time. Your father is beginning to worry about you." She said with a small laugh as she walked over to me.

"Yes, I told you I am fine, I just wanted to come in here for a little peace and quite." I said edgily.

She looked at me through the mirror.

"Elizabeth, I know that the divorce on your parents is hard..." she began with a hand on my shoulder.

"No it isn't, I am totally cool with it." I said, moving away so her hand fell off my shoulder.

"Okay Liz, Here..." She reached into her pocket and got out a scrap of paper and pen.

"If you ever need to talk call me okay?" She said as she scribbled down her phone number and her address.

"Okay," I told her grabbing the piece of paper and heading into one of the stalls. I waited until I heard the restroom door shut. I regained my thoughts and calmed down. It was another good fifteen minutes before I was ready to come out of the stall.

"Geez, we thought you got lost in the restroom." John said. I laughed a little.

"Na I just had to do something." I told them.

They went back to their 'cop like' conversations and I decided to take a tour of the station house. I peeped my head in some of the rooms, and then I headed my way up to the loft.

I was in for a surprise.

I walked casually and quietly up the stairs and I saw my father with Olivia. She was on the couch and he was on top of her kissing her, not kissing her like he kissed my mother, the morning good by honey I'm going to work kiss. I mean the full on tongue to tongue action. They were still fully dressed but my dad had his hand up Olivia shirt.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelped. I could feel the tears beginning to sting my eyes. I just stood there, staring at my father, a second seemed like eternity. As my father immediately pulled away from Olivia the two of them looked like dears caught in headlights, I ran down the stairs and into where the rest of my fathers cop friends were.

They all looked up at me, with a confused expression on their faces. Then they saw my father and Olivia coming down the stairs with a sheepish look on their faces. They were guilty for a crime, a crime that I couldn't put them in jail for. I wanted to yell at my dad there, tell him off, tell him what I really felt about him and Olivia.

and you told me you weren't cheating on my mother I thought to myself. Those many nights ago that we had that conversation... Did he lie to me then? I defiantly think so.

I just wanted to go home, I couldn't look my dad straight in the face. Why was I feeling this way? My mother has a boyfriend and I am totally cool with that. So why is there a difference with my father?

Then it hit me.

I love my father, I love my father a lot, I have always been daddy's little princess, and I was hoping and longing for him not to be with another woman. That he could be happy with mom, but obviously mom wasn't happy with him. Then I hoped that he would just be happy with his children, but his children...couldn't give him the things that he needs.

I'm not stupid; I have had enough health class to understand what they might have done that night.

It hurt me to much, and I wasn't willing to see my father then, not then and not now.

"Father I am going to take the bus home." I said as I got up and grabbed my coat.

"Are you sure, I can just take you home..." he began.

"No. I want. To. Take. The. Bus. Home." I said raising my voice louder then I should have. I looked over at his captain.

"I'm sorry, but I had a really uh....nice time." I told him.

I came to my mom's house earlier then she expected. I was suppose to be home at four and I came at 1.

"What's wrong." She asked me as I walked into the door.

"Nothing." I said as I ran into my room.

I cried softly into my pillow.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up the clock read 330 and someone was knocking on my door.

"Liz honey." Oh god, it was my father

"Leave me alone." I told him.

"Come on let me in."

I sat up on my bed, wondering whether or not I should let the poor sap that I call my father in.

I unlocked the door and let him inside.

"We need to talk." He told me.

I sat down on my bed.

"You think?" I asked sarcastically. He wasn't putting up with my sarcastic behavior today.

"Liz, I wasn't cheating on your mother with Olivia. We started dating three weeks after your mother filed for divorce." He said.

I looked into his eyes. I knew he wasn't lying, but I didn't want to believe him {Denial isn't a river in Egypt}

"You haven't had sex with her have you?" I demanded to know.

"What is the relevance of that?" He asked slightly baffled.

"Listen dad answer the question." I was really demanding.

"Umm...yes...I have." He told me in a whisper

"Oh My God! That is so gross! You guys probably did it in your bed, and then that time when I wasn't feeling well and I slept in your bed, and then you two probably BANGED each other on the couch and all the time that I have sat on that couch!" My mind was racing. I was standing up then, pacing back and forth.

Then I stopped. wait this is the type of thing that happens like all the time. Calm down Liz, think about it. When your parents were still married they probably did the same exact things that your father and Olivia (that slut) are doing.

"You know what, that is cool with me." I said, half unsure of what I am saying. "One last question, Do you love her? OR is this just one of those mid life crises?" I put my hands on my hips, I needed to know the answer to my question.

"Yes I do." He didn't even have to think about his answer, he knew flat out. He was in love with that slut. {What are you saying she is a nice woman!} My mind told me.

"Yes, yes, she is." I said out loud.

My dad cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Nothing...At least you love her dad. At least you have found someone you truly love."

He left my room then.

And then that night I took action.

Station House -- Third person POV

"So that is why you tried to kill Olivia Benson?" Dr. Huang asked Elizabeth Stabler.

"Yes," the young daughter said. "She was a whore; she tried to take away my father. I didn't want to...I don't know what came over me, I know...I know it was wrong, believe me I do...but something over took me and I couldn't control that feeling."

Huang looked over at the double mirrors.

"Finally it just, the feeling, the urge, to do something came over and I had to try to talk to her. When I was along the way to her house, that is when I came up with the idea." Elizabeth said.

"To stage a rape." Huang said simply.

"Exactly, she is an SVU detective, so of course she would believe me, her and my father practically live for the idea of putting another rapist behind bars..."

"Go on." Huang asked.

"So when she let me in, and saw my tattered clothes, she knew something was wrong and let me in right away. I told her I was raped, that some guy, as I was walking to my friends house, threw me into his car, and raped me, then dropped me off a block away from her apartment, she believed me. She was calling my dad, and then she said that he would meet us at her house and we should wait here until he came." She took in a deep breath.

"She had to go to the restroom, and I was in her kitchen sipping on some water, she came back, and I had a knife in my hand, that is when I tried to stab her...after that I blacked out. When I came too, I was kicking her over sob and Over sob again, and I realized something is wrong....what I'm I doing. Then I stopped. My father came in shortly after that...and and...." She started crying.

"I'm REALLY SORRY!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.

To Be continued.

A/N Oooo evil cliff hanger....dont kill me, going through one of those, let screw with the character and have one of them kill or at least try to kill one of them fase. All will be good in the outcome. NOW GO REVIEW! Believe me, it isnt the way it seems