"How did you get out?" Benson asked surprised.
"I have my ways. I want to tell you a story Olivia" she said as stood in front of her.
"It's about me." She said as Benson watched her pace in the small room.
"My mother was raped by my father. And, I popped out a few months later. My dad was a drunk, and my mom was away at work all the time. I had… no one. Until I met someone who changed my life" she said as Benson listened, surprised.
"He showed me a different way of life- a more exciting one, a more enticing one. I didn't realize who he was until after awhile. But that only intrigued me more. I work for the man who saved me. But he knew that I could never kill anyone. That I could never bring myself to conflict pain to another person- when I still have the pain from parents inside me. But, I am good at my job. So, he gives me two of his boys to train whenever he gets new ones. And they usually don't like me, I tell them not to conflict pain, and they would much rather sit here and torture you…" the girl told Benson. Benson raised an eyebrow.
"The man that saved me, told me something. Something I wasn't sure I could handle. Something I wasn't sure I knew how to deal with. But, after he assigned me to get you, I realized that I can handle a lot more then I think." The girl stopped and just left the room. Benson frowned. She watched the door as it opened again after a minute, and a man entered. She didn't recognize him.
"Who are you?" she demanded. He didn't say anything.
"Olivia Benson?" he questioned.
"Yeah…" she said hesitantly as he stood looking at the floor.
"I want to talk to you" he said.
"About what?" she asked meanly.
"I need you to deliver a message for me" He told her.
"To who?" Benson asked. He looked at her.
"People do things they don't realize are wrong. People do things they regret. People are people." He said turning away.
"What I did to your mother I regretted for a long time. I still do" he said as Benson frowned.
"But I've learned I need to move on, and the only way I can do that is by you" he said.
"When I was young I got involved with the wrong people. I got involved in something worse then a gang. A group that has no purpose for their actions, but trying to out do another group. Back then rape was still partially in the dark. I did what I did to prove I was a man to my group. But what I found was that I had proved I was a sick person like the rest of them." He stopped.
"I know I should have been there for you, and your mother. But I wasn't. I can't change that now, but I need to talk to your mother" he told Benson. She was stunned. This was her father. She was tied in a chair listening to her father talk about why he raped her mother.
"You can't talk to her" Benson whispered after a second.
"Please, I have to. I can't live with my self knowing I hurt her- for the dumb reasons I did" he said.
"No… she died." Benson choked out. The man's face turned pale. He went around behind her and untied the rope. She was surprised. She stood up hesitantly. He put out his fists and looked her in the eyes. She was frowning as she watched him.
"I raped your mother. Arrest me" he said. She knew he had guilt. She could see it in his eyes. How he spoke. How he moved. He was the example of a man who dug himself in a hole and finally had his chance to dig out, thenfell back in again.She pulled out the handcuffs from behind her and snapped them around his wrists. She tried her best not to touch him. She had a weird feeling every time she touched him. She took him out of the warehouse and to his car. He sat in the passenger seat and she got behind the wheel. She had just arrested a rapist, the man who raped her mother, her father. But, for some reason arresting him didn't do the justice she thought it would.
