Bishop Home

A woman answered the knocks on her front door. "May I help you?"

"We're looking for Karen Bishop." Elliot said, flashing his badge.

"Please, come inside." she motioned them in, and closed the door behind them. "Karen is downstairs." Benson and Stabler followed her down. "There she is. Karen?" Karen had curly, brown hair and sat in baggy shorts and a t-shirt. She sat on the couch absorbed in the tv. "Karen." her mother stated again. Still, the teen stared midlessly at the tv. "Karen!"

She broke her concentration. "What? What? What's going on?"

"These police wish to talk to you."

"About what?" Karen asked with a nervous look. Benson took out a photo she had found of the so-called thereapist that was seen in the photo taken by Ashley.

"Do you recognize this man?" she asked her.

Karen looked at it, and hesitated, before responding "no."

"Sure about that? Why don't you take another look." Elliot said.

"No! I said I don't know him. Now please, just leave me alone."

Her mother, however, thought otherwise.

"Don't lie to these people Karen! That's John Bailey. Her thearapist." she stated.

"Mom! Just shut up!" her daughter yelled.

"Don't you dare talk me me that way. And with company too, honestly, I-"

"Be quiet mom! Just shut up!"

"We're going to have a talk later on about your punnishment for acting out like this." Mrs. Bishop began.

"Mrs. Bishop, why don't we go upstairs and talk." Elliot suggested. The woman took a deep breath, but cooperated.

With those two gone, Olivia took her chance to talk to Karen alone.

"So you don't know him?" she asked one more time, as she sat down beside her.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't know him" she said rather quickly.

"Well, maybe this will sharpen your memory." she said, showing Karen the picture Ashley had taken. Karen grabbed it in panick.

"Where did you get this?" she asked in a whisper.

"Do you want to tell me anything, Karen?" Olivia asked her gently.

The young girl took a deep, shaky breath and focused her attention back to the tv. Benson took the remote from nearby and switched it off, then put it down and took Karen's hand in her grasp. A tear fell down the girl's cheek and she quickly wiped it away. Then she seemed to stare as though the television was still on.

"Karen? Tell me what happend." Olivia said again softly.

"I don't want to talk about it" she responded quickly, and almost in-audiably.

"I know, sweetheart. Just take me through it one time." She squeezed her hand. More tears came down the girls trembling face, but Karen didn't bother to wipe them away. Olivia rubbed the back of her hand with her thumb.

"He said it was part of our thearapy!" she confessed. "I mean, I didn't want to do it, but that's how I feel with most of the stuff that thearapists tell me to do."

"What did he do?" Olivia asked.

"He made me..." she broke down into a sob. "let him touch me." another sob "and then he made me lick him"

"Karen, did he rape you?" she said gently. The girl nodded, and choked on a sob, before falling into Olivia's arms. "Shh. It's ok, honey."

"Why did I have to be born with this stupid problem?" came her muffled voice.

"You don't have a stupid problem. Many people have ADD."

"But if I didn't have it, none of this would have happend"

"Listen to me, Karen. This is not your fault. Understand?"

The girl nodded. She began to calm down, though still tearful.

I'm currently working on the fourth chapter. But in order to make this story one of my best, I like to write only when I have good "vibes" (in other words, when I'm in the mood or have an idea) I'll try to keep updating as much as possible, but I'm not about to post a chapter which is only a few sentences in length. the reviews are helpful. Thanks to krazypirategurl, svu101, and Rox88. please keep them comming.