Scrawler- OMG, I swear Matt, my brother's friend, will grow up to be George (if I don't first ;)) Thanks for the wondrous review!
Mrs. Rhett Butler- I'm so sorry about the leap, but I think it wasn't too big of a leap. It wasn't a real date for Elliot and Olivia. It was, I don't know how to explain it... it was personal experience, and hopefully, Elliot and Olivia will end out better than us but...
Thanks everyone else for reviewing! Btw, if anyone has any stories they want me to read, put it in your review. I don't get many chances to see what new SVU fics are out so...
A/n: Right away I'm going to say that I'm not sure if Abbie had siblings, and if she did two brothers. I've decided that she does have one older, two younger so... please, get over it if you know other wise, but for the sake of the story... she has three brothers. Oh, and in Mean, when Olivia was talking to the one unpopular girl, she said she was pulled away from people in school, I just realized that now, and I mean she is pulled away when it comes to home, so I hope that makes everyone happy as well, and well, if it doesn't, sorry.
A/a/n: I'm sorry for the wait. Truth, I've had this for a while, but I haven't had a place to upload it. The story might be staggering majorly in updates. I'm starting school next Monday, turning 15 this Wednesday, and have a funeral to go to Wednesday also. When school becomes less heckdict, I will add. But, I'm warning, I'm starting as a freshman and have 2 honors classes not to mention StuCo, so I beg, please be patient.
Tough Life
This Kiss
Olivia looked down into her hands as she sat in silence with a woman she had never met before. A deep breathe in and she took a glance up. Kate was sitting there, smiling a comforting smile to await the dark secret.
"You want to start by giving me your name?" Kate asked, offering another smile.
"Olivia Benson," she replied, not looking up.
"Alright Olivia, how old are you?"
"Fifteen," Olivia stated again.
"What happen to your face?" Kate asked once Olivia made eye contacted.
"Jackson slapped me," Olivia said, as if she was a little kid while she fiddled with her hands.
"Who's Jackson?"
"He's my mom's new boyfriend," Olivia said, actually having a bit of confidence in her voice.
"Had he hit you before?"
"He grabbed my arms to the point of bruising," she said, ruling up her right sleeve to reveal four simultaneous bruises in a row.
"Has he touched you inappropriately, I mean like..." Kate stuttered, not sure how to approach the question where Olivia wouldn't find it to offensive.
"No, um... I mean, last night, he asked if I was as good of a fu... yeah... as my mom," Olivia said, holding her right arm and biting her lower lip.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened last night?" This was the first moment Olivia realized the tape recorded, even thought she was sure Kate showed it to her earlier.
"Um... I was in the kitchen. I had snuck in there once my mom and him were pa... asleep so I could get a snack. I heard him say 'hello' but his voice... he was defiantly drunk. I asked him to leave me alone, but he wouldn't. Instead, he grabbed my arms and started playing with them. I had a knife in one because I was spreading peanut butter. That's when he asked if I was as good as lover or whatever as my mom. I got out of his grip and pointed the knife at him, hoping he would just leave me alone. I threaten to call the cops if he didn't leave me alone, and that's when he slapped me the first time. He then knocked me into the table and told me never to call the cops. I ignored him, and he hit me again, I guess knocking me out because I didn't wake later at about three." By the time Olivia was finished, tears were following down her cheeks and there was nothing she could do to stop them, nor did she want to.
Alex grabbed the notebook from the top of her locker and stuffed it into her backpack. She was headed straight to Olivia's after she finished up her and more than prayed she wouldn't run into Tim. Slamming her locker she tucked her hair behind her hair and pulled the bag over her shoulder. Keeping her head down, she ran into Abbie, knocking down her books and stuff everywhere.
"Awe... shit... I'm so sorry," Alex said, bending down to help the terrified Abbie.
"It's okay," Abbie whispered as she hurried.
"Hey, Abbie, are we okay? I mean, after the party, I haven't talked..."
"Yeah," Abbie said, genially smiling as she left to her own locker. Alex shook her head as she left to find her friend.
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Walking down the street, Alex turned her backpack in front of her, even though there weren't too many people around. Picking up her pace, she turned on Olivia's street. Within a minute, she was buzzing the ringer to Olivia's apartment. Getting no reply she tried again. Sighing, Alex headed home in hopes to call her.
Abbie looked at the clock one last time. Her mother was supposed to be there with Kat and three brothers any minute now. Abbie figured they got lost, knowing very well that New York City was HUGE and her mom still got lost in Houston even thought they had lived there for 10 years.
Sighing, she peaked into her dad's office. He was away on his computer and talking on his phone. Abbie, once again, promised herself she would never be a workaholic like him. She sat down her book as she stood up. Her light blue sweat pants and long, tight, dark blue top outlined her Heaven sent body as she moved to the fridge to get another Pepsi.
Grabbing the blue can, she heard the buzzard and her mother's voice from the half broken speakerphone. Smiling, Abbie press the buzzard and let her mother in.
Within a minute, a knock came at the door and the awaiting, very chipper Abbie answered the door.
"Daddy, mom's here," Abbie hollered as she opened the door. She hugged her mom and then Kat.
"How ya doin?" Kat asked as John, Mark and Bobby walked in the room.
"Great," Abbie said in her Texas' accent. "How 'bout ya?"
"So-so, it's not the same since you left, and History is completely boring," Kat said with a smile as she pulled back. The smile plastered on Abbie's face was completely fake and Kat could see right through it, but decided not to pressure it yet.
"So this is where you are stayin?" Bobby asked. Bobby was twelve, and had curly brown hair. "Yep," Abbie said with a half smile as she watched Bobby, Kat, and Mark check it out.
"We're getting a big house when we move up, right?" Mark, who was 8 asked.
"Dude, I don't think you are going to move up here, at least not for a while," Abbie said, crouching down as she gave Mark a hug.
"Why not?" he whined. Abbie and Kat just laughed at it.
"Mark..." John warned. Mark put on his best pout face only to ruin it by sticking his tongue out at John. "How ya holdin' up, sis?" he asked Abbie. His strong outlined body and deep brown eyes masked the perfect cowboy he pretended to be.
"Okay," Abbie lied, nodding.
"I'm bored!" Mark cried.
"Why don't you guys go say hey to daddy?" Abbie suggested to her younger brothers as she lead Kat to her room.
Mark and Bobby ran into the room where there dad who they hadn't seen in about a month.
Kat burst into giggles at this, but sober very quickly as she noticed John studying Abbie.
Olivia walked out of the room; tear stained face as she met up with a sleeping Elliot. Tapping him on the shoulder lightly, he thought of it more of a rude awakening until he realized where he was.
"How ya doing?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he stood up.
"Actually," she said, thinking about it, "better than I have for some time," she said. "I mean, I guess I've never really done finished through with a threat before... so... kinda a good feelin'," she said, giving him a quick smile before walking outside.
"Wait, Olivia," he yelled as he ran after her.
"Hmm..." she asked, stopping half way down the steps. She turned to look at the pleading eyes before walking to him. She gave him a nice kiss on the lips before she pulled back.
"What?" Elliot stuttered.
"Thank you... for everything," she said before walking back to her house, leaving the gawking Elliot on the top of the stairs.
