Elliot pulled up to his house and stormed out the door, he almost fell to the ground.
He opened the door and ran up to Maureen's room. He found her sitting in a corner with her legs up to her chest and face stained with tears.
"Maur.." he quickly hugged her and was soothing her every sob.
"Daddy! Daddy! Oh my god daddy!" she was sobbing harder than the girl in the hospital.
He slowly pulled away from her. "Who did this?" was all he could manage.
"A college student from NYU... I saw his sweater, with those letters on it."
"Son of a bitch is dead. Don't worry." he hugged her and continued to comfort his eldest daughter.
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Elliot was in the hospital room watching his daughter sleep. They already did the rape kit.
He couldn't believe this, he was protecting the city meanwhile his daughter gets raped. He was supposed to protect hi children, instead he lat one of them turn into the victim. That word was now echoing in head.
Victim.
Rape.
Both words infesting his mind like ants. Whoever did this was walking dead.
She slowly woke and said, "dad."
"Hi honey." he was now holding her hand and quivering.
"His eyes..." she was speaking.
"What happened Maureen?" he was dreading the answer.
"He tapped my arm and I turned around. That's when he hit me, hard. He dragged me to some bushes and raped me." cries escaping her lips like a steady flow of water.
"W-where?" he asked shakily.
"The park." she stared at her hands and cried.
"What did he look like honey?" he felt like he was being shot with bullets of solid ice.
"He had these big brown eyes... they were chocolate. He was between 6'1 and 6'3."
"His hair was brown."
"Okay."
He stayed until she fell asleep. He kissed the top of her head and walked out the door.