I don't own the SVU character's. Only the original one's.
A/N This chapter insults African Americans, and Arabs. If anyone is offended by that, then I'm truly sorry. And I'm not prejudges, in fact my Boyfriend is black(and incredibly sweet if I may add)
Then she fell asleep thinking the same thought over and over. Damn him, damn his parents, and damn his children. All of his children. She quickly fell asleep after that, but like she has done for the last few nights, she woke up because of the nightmares. At five thirty in the morning, she woke up screaming and looked around the room.
"Just a dream, nothing but a dream" she told herself, but she couldn't help but sense that something was wrong. She got up and put her hand to her head and groaned.
"God damn hangovers" she said as she got a couple of aspirin out of her purse. She suddenly felt sick and ran to the bathroom.
"I hate hangovers" she said as she emerged from the bathroom sucking on a breath mint. She heard a knock on the door and went to answer it.
"Serena, how good to see you again" the principal said to her stepping in the small dorm room.
"I thought I was supposed to see you at nine a clock today, and instead it's five thirty"
"yes well, your neighbor heard you screaming all night, and so when he called me, I decided to have a look. And it looks like everything is in order, so why were you screaming?"
"nightmare" she said looking down. That was a bit of an understatement. She had dreamed all night, that he was going to haunt her forever, and she'll never get away from him, but she didn't want to tell her that.
"So anyway whats wrong" she said yawning
"whats wrong is you have not been to any of your classes in two days, thats whats wrong. You will lose your valedictorian standing if you miss any more classes"
"I had a rough week" she said tiredly.
"That is no excuse, many other students have had rough weeks, but you do not see them skipping two whole days of classes. Your lucky your one of the smartest students here, because anyone else would have been thrown out. " Serena nodded
"has any other student here been raped" she mumbled to her self.
"What was that?" the principal asked her
"nothing" she said looking down
"your lying to me Serena, I heard you say something."
"maybe you need your ears checked" she was temped to say, but what did come out was this
"I'm sorry, I just haven't been myself lately" she said looking down. The principal glared at her
"I don't care if your Bob Dylan, you have no right to skip two days of classes, and if you do it again, I will personally see that you are kicked out of this establishment for good. Todays Saturday, so you have no classes, but come Monday, you will be in all of your classes, then during your lunch hour, you will make up the work that you've missed, and frankly I don't care who you are that day, do you understand me."
"Yes" she said hating her more then anything. She nodded then left the room. Serena closed the door behind her
"god damn stupid bitch" she said out loud. She flopped down on the bed and sighed.
"Why does this have to happen to me. Why couldn't it happen to someone else, I hate life." She sighed then pulled the covers over her, then she heard a knock on the door
"go away" she yelled loudly, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Serena open the door please" the voice that she hated for so long, her mother. She groaned then got up.
" I'm asleep and sick go away"
"I'm not going to go away, I just went though two groups of Negro towns to get here, now open the door, before one of them comes and robs me." Serena groaned loudly, then opened the door.
"What do you want mom" she said stifling a yawn.
"You never called me last night, why not, were you mobbed by one of those coloreds?"
"no mom. But I never call you, so why are you here?"
"I asked you to call me when you got home, and you didn't so I assumed the worse, and drove down here." Serena groaned then went back to her bed and flopped down on it.
"No no, get up" her mother said going over to her and shaking her.
"Mother, it's five a clock in the morning, on a Saturday. Anyone that is up this early is either crazy or insomniacs. Now, go tour the city until at least nine thirty, and then go home" she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. It wasn't like she didn't like her mother, its just that she didn't exactly love her choice of morals. Her mom hated blacks, and any other people that weren't white, and Serena had a close friend that was black.
"Are you joking Serena, I came here to see you. I'm not going to leave, just because your tired."
"fine then, make a very long breakfast until about nine, then wake me up, I like my eggs scrambled."
"fine, fine. I'll just sit here, bored, and alone, because you stayed up all night."
"you do that" Serena said yawning. Then she fell asleep. A few hours later, Serena woke up again, this time without a headache.
"Thank god the hangovers done with" she thought to herself as she sat up. But then she suddenly felt sick, and ran to the bathroom.
"Serena dear are you okay?" her mother called after her, but she didn't answer.
"If the hangovers gone, then why am I still sick?" she wondered to herself.
"Dear are you okay?"
"I'm fine" she said sitting down at the table with a small mint in her mouth.
"Well good, I made us bacon, eggs, and toast. I hope thats to your liking?"
"yeah thanks" she said getting up to get some orange juice. After she got her juice, she sat back down with a plate of breakfast, whale her mom read the newspaper The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before her mother spoke
"so how are you and James doing?" she asked looking up from the paper. Her mother liked James a lot, and was constantly telling Serena what a good, wholesome, white guy he was, and if she told her mother that they broke up, she would get really angry. Serena looked down at her plate and didn't look back up and she mumbled something
"I'm sorry dear what was that?"
"I said, we um, broke up" she said quickly ticking a sip of her orange juice.
"You what? Serena why would you do that, he was the perfect guy for you, and you just throw it away! Whats wrong with you!"
"He broke up with me!" Serena said angrilly
"well he wouldn't have if it hadn't of been a good reason, so what did you do so that he broke up with you?"
"I did nothing" she said angrilly standing up.
"Bull, you probably cheated on him or some other idea that you no doubt got from watching some black TV show!"
"I never cheated on him, it wasn't my fault" she said with hot tears running down her face. Serena's mother angrilly stood up.
"What do you mean it wasn't your fault, if you cheated on him, then it was your fault! I taught you to always respect your white boyfriends, and you go and cheat on him! That is not what I taught you!" Serena looked at her mother with a glare on her face, and more tears running down her face.
"I said no! but he didn't listen! I didn't want to cheat on him, but he made me do it!"
"Serena what are you talking about?" her mother said, her expression softening.
"I was raped mom. Thats why James broke up with me, he said it was my fault, and then he said I was a little slut, and he told me he never wanted to see my whoring face again." Serena sat back down on at the table and began sobbing. Her mother just stood there for a second.
"Who did it?" she said with tears forming in her own eyes. Out of her three kids, Serena was the youngest, and she had the highest expectations for her, and she cared for her the most. Serena wiped away some of her tears, just to have more come.
"I'm not Rena, I didn't know him"
"what did he look like?"
"Brown hair, really tan, had a small Arab accent." Her mother shock her head
"god damn Arabs" she said under her breath. Serena sniffed and wiped her tears.
"What did his eyes look like" she said gently. Serena looked up at her
"I can't remember" she said softly. That was a lie, she did remember the eyes more then anything, but she hated them. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see them, the cold dark look. How they looked like they were hell and demons all wrapped in one. Serena started crying again, and her mother went up over to her and hugged her.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here for you" she said stroking her hair like she did when Serena was a child. Serena just laid her head against her mothers shoulder with slow tears running down her face.
"Well, at least theres one thing good about the aftermath of this, I never have to see his eyes again." She didn't know how wrong she was.
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