Disclaimer: I do not own any SVU characters or any likeness to the 16th precinct. SVU, unfortunately, belongs to Dick Wolf. I just use the characters for my own cheap pleasure. However, Rochelle and the story are mine. Copyright Druscilla Ryan Mortenson, 2005

The song "Holy Water" is the property of Big & Rich. It seemed to fit perfectly with this chapter. Due to the usage of this song, there is no poem in this chapter.

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Rating: PG-13

ROCHELLE'S FILE

Chapter Five: Broken Voice

Someone ran away with her innocence
A memory she can't get out of her head
I can only imagine what she's feeling
When she's praying
Kneeling at the edge of her bed

Rochelle started dating Mark a month after she was ungrounded. He was a senior, just turned eighteen, and was on the basketball team. As Rochelle explained to her dad, jocks only dated cheerleaders. The really popular jocks anyway.

"Daddy, what were you in high school? Rochelle asked as she handed him his cup of coffee.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" He took a drink from the mug and set down his pen.

"I mean, what group were you in? Geek, jock, popular, semi-, invisible, radical, loner, untouchable, brain, 'don't-touch-me-I'm-religious', bad boy, clean cut, hottie, what?" Rochelle said all of this without stopping for breath.

"Pretty long list." Elliot observed. "I don't know. I guess I was a jock, but I got straight A's. How about you guys?" He looked at his colleagues.

Fin shook his head. "I was the guy no mom wanted her daughter to date."

John laughed. "I was one of three Jews in a predominantly Catholic school Classic Les Miserables."

Olivia looked up, realizing all eyes were on her. "I was Homecoming Queen." She finally admitted. "So I dated the jocks."

"Like me." Rochelle said.

"Yeah." Olivia said. "Like you."

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Or perhaps not. "I got in a fight. Kendra ripped off my necklace." Rochelle said in response to Elliot's question.

"Another fight?" Elliot sat down. "God, Rochelle. I thought we were over this."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I'm a whore. Please don't hate me. Rochelle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "It won't happen again." I hope.

Elliot sighed, nodding. "Okay. I won't ground you this time. Just don't let it happen again." Somehow, in the back of his mind, he knew something wasn't right. It was almost an unconscious thought, something his heart knew, yet his mind didn't want to believe.

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"I ran into a door." Rochelle said. She had come into the precinct trying not to cry. Her father and Olivia were gone. "this guy was opening his car door and I ran into it." She had a fresh black eye.

"Did you run into his fist afterwards?" Fin asked as John went to get ice.

John came out and handed her some ice cubes wrapped in a towel. "Or Mark's fist, maybe?"

Rochelle put the ice on her eye. "I don't know what you're getting at." she said slowly. "Why would I run into Mark's fist?"

"Maybe he hit you with it." John said. "And then maybe you made up a story about a car door."

Rochelle shook her head. "Mark wouldn't hurt a fly. He'd never hit me. Mark loves me."

"You've been dating for two weeks." Fin said. "Isn't it a little soon to be using the 'l' word?"

Rochelle rolled her eyes, or the good one at least. "Yeah. Whatever."

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"Can't I arrest him?" Elliot asked.

"I don't think it would do any good." Olivia said. "You don't even have circumstantial evidence. You can't hold him. He might just hurt her worse if he thinks she told." Her voice was shaking. "Do you think there's any chance she'll tell us?"

Elliot shook his head, trying not to let Olivia see the tears standing in his eyes. "She's convinced he loves her." He took an unsteady breath. "How can she love him? How can any woman . . . he hits her, dammit!"

"I know, Elliot." Olivia reached across the space between them and gripped his hand. "I don't understand it either. We just have to wait and ask questions and maybe even pray."

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"Daddy, I'm going out tonight." Rochelle said, slipping into the car after school the next day.

"No, you're not." Elliot said, adjusting his rearview mirror. "How'd you do on your math test?"

"I got an A." Rochelle said dismissively. "Why can't I go out?"

"Because I said so." Elliot put the car in reverse. "And you—unfortunately—have to listen to me."

"But, Lisa and Monique—"

"Tell me where you got your black eye and that bruise on your arm." Elliot said. "Then I'll let you go."

"I got in a fight." Rochelle said softly.

Olivia turned around in her seat. "I tough you ran into a door, Roxie."

"That was my eye. I got in a fight and that's how I got the bruise on my arm." Rochelle explained.

"I thought you said you fell down the stairs." Elliot commented, looking at his daughter in the rearview mirror.

Rochelle glared at him. "I know what you're trying to do. Don't use your bullshit police interrogation tactics with me. I'm not admitting to anything that didn't happen."

"But it did." Elliot said.

"Fuck you." Rochelle's eyes filled with tears. "Fuck you."

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Somewhere there's a stolen halo
I use to watch her wear it well
Everything would shine wherever she would go
But looking at her now you'd never tell

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"The homecoming dance is this Saturday." Rochelle said. "I'm nominated for Queen, Daddy. I have to go."

"You don't have to do anything." Elliot replied. "You're grounded until you stop lying." He looked at her, trying to act as if this didn't really bother him. "Anything else?"

Rochelle shook her head, resolved not to cry. "I'm not lying about anything." She blinked furiously. "Dad, can I please go?"

"I told you already." Elliot replied. I don't care if you hate me as long as you're not getting hit, baby. I don't want to do this to you.

Rochelle glared at him. "You just want to ruin my life." she whispered bitterly. "Mark loves me and you actually think he hits m?"

Elliot put down his pen and looked this daughter. "Chelle, I'm not trying to ruin your life. I just don't want you to get hurt." He took a deep breath. "That's why I'm doing this."

"Go to hell." Rochelle ran out of the precinct; Olivia and Fin went after her. They didn't have to go far. Rochelle was sitting against the building, crying. "Go away." She mumbled. "I don't want to talk."

Fin crouched down. "Rox, we all know Mark is hitting you." He said softly. "The sooner you tell us, the sooner we can fix it."

Mark loves me. He says so everyday after he—

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She wants someone to call her angel
Someone to put the light back in her eyes
She's looking through the faces
The unfamiliar places
She needs someone to hear her when she cries

Rochelle ran into the precinct and threw her arms around Elliot's neck. "He hits me, Daddy!" She burst into tears. "But-But he l-loves me. H-He said so. Daddy . . ."

Elliot held her tightly. "He doesn't love you, baby. If he did, he wouldn't hit you."

Rochelle shook her head. "He said so. I love him." She tried to pull away. "I'm stupid. I'm just a stupid slut."

Elliot held her tightly, his surrounding blurring as tears filled his eyes. "No, you're not. He lied to you, he tricked you. You believe him, that's all." He kissed her forehead. "None of it was your fault, baby."

Rochelle struggled against his grip. "Leave me alone." she whispered. "Let me go."

"Chelle," Elliot asked, "where is Mark right now?"

"Leave me alone." Rochelle muttered. "Don't touch me. I'm a whore, Daddy." She tried to pull away and hold onto Elliot at the same time. Sobs tore from her throat. "I'm a stupid whore. Leave m alone."

Elliot kissed the top of her head. "You're not a whore. You've been abused. You're the victim, Chelle, not the—"

Rochelle viciously tore herself from her father's grasp. "And Marks the perp, right?" she snarled. "Well, you're wrong. I deserved it! I was a bad girlfriend! I wore tight clothes and I-I talke dot other guys and I tried to say 'no' when he wanted to have sex' . . ." Elliot stood up. ". . . and I-I said it hurt and . . ." Tears sprang into Rochelle's eyes as Elliot moved toward her.

"Rochelle—"

"He raped me, didn't he?" Rochelle whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "He raped me." She looked up, her green eyes dark and clouded. "he's coming her at seven to pick me up."

"It's five to." Olivia said softly.

"Fifteen minutes." Rochelle said. "He's always ten minutes late. He says it's to remind me that the universe doesn't give a shit what I think." Rochelle blinked furiously. "Daddy?" She held out her arms and Elliot took her in his. "I love him." Rochelle said. "I hate him, Daddy, but I love him so much." Tears leaked from her eyes. "Does that make me stupid?"

"No, baby." Elliot said, blink back tears of his own. "It makes you human."

She just needs a little help
To wash away the pain she's felt
She wants to feel the healing hands
Of someone who understands

And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water

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Please R&R. I know this came out of no where, but there is a statistic that says women who have been raped and/or abused tend to become involved in relationships like that again.

The song "Holy Water" was written as a sort of prayer for Kenny's sister and survivors as well as victims of domestic abuse.

Chapter Six hasn't been written yet, but it is about the confrontation. Sorry about the misleading kiss. It won't appear for a while. I promised a kiss at the end of Chapter Four. More flashbacks in the next chapter.