Benson checked the list Fin had given to her.
Heather Mesh: 16 years old diagnosed ADD 1 year ago lives at 26 Mulbury Ave.
That was all she needed. She set the GPS in the car to the address and followed. Soon, she rounded a corner, and looked on the map to find the blinking star just one block away. When Olivia reached the small house she parked and began walking up to the door, before hearing the vioce of a young girl laughing just nextdoor. She was on a cell phone and was walking right towards her. When the teen saw Benson, she stopped and spoke into the phone "Uh, Jess, I gotta go...yeah. Bye" and flipped it shut.
"Are you Heather Mesh?" Detective Benson asked her.
"Yeah..." she answered slowly. "Why?" the detective showed Heather her badge.
"I'm Detective Olivia Benson, I'm with the Special Victims Unit. I'd just like to ask you a few questions."
"About what?" she looked nervous, as most kids did when she told them this.
"This may not be the best place. Is this your home?" Olivia asked, pointing to the house the GPS star had been blinking on. Heather nodded, and took out a key from her pocket, and heading for the door.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked.
"No." Benson assured her, following her into the house.
"Have a seat in the living room" she motioned to the first room on the left.
"Where's your mother and father?"
"My mom's away for a few months. My dad's home, but he's probibly drunk as a skunk. Upstairs sleeping maybe. Don't worry, a bomb could go off without waking him up. I need to go get a glass of water real quick."
"I understand" Olivia said, smiling, as she sat down on a green couch with red roses printed all over it. She heard a medicine bottle shaking in the kitchen before the girl returned to the room. "Heather, why don't you sit down." she suggested. The teen shrugged, but obeyed, taking up half of a loveseat sitting a few feet away.
"You have group therapy that you attend to with John Baily, correct?" she began.
"Yes, how do you know this stuff?" Heather responded with a worried look.
"We have resources." Olivia explained. "Heather, has John ever...hurt you in any way?" Heather was silent. Unresponsive. Her eyes darted around the room, as though she was remembering things, but in the end, she barely shrugged as an answer. "Has he touched you?" This time, she was completely still. "I know this is hard for you, but if he hurt you then we need to put him in jail."
"I- I should get started on my homework." she stutterd.
"Heather, come on. Tell me what happend." Benson said gently.
"He made me have sex with him, ok? That's all. It was supposed to be part of the thearapy." the teen was obviously uncomfortable.
"That's called rape, honey, and it's against the law. Did he do anything else?" Olivia stood up and walked over to her.
She hesitated. "No"
"Sweatheart, I know it may be embarrassing, but let me help you."
Heather turned away from her. "I don't...I don't need your help."
"Heather, please." the detective nearly begged. The kid turned around, facing Olivia. It was now appearent that she had been crying.
"He made me lick him." she whispered. Benson nodded.
"Ok. When did this happen?" she placed her hand over the girl's.
"Last night"
"Have you seen a doctor since then?" Heather shook her head numbly. "Why don't you head over there now."
"No, I'm alright" Heather said in panick. "Besides, I can't drive yet. I wouldn't know what to do anyways."
"You still need to be checked out, honey." Olivia told her.
"What would they do?" Heather asked, fear in her eyes. The detective sat down next to her.
"They'll probibly do a rape kit. Collect DNA samples, look for any evidence left from him." The teen shook her head.
"I don't want to." she said softly, another tear comming down. Olivia held her hand.
"Would you like me to come with you?" she asked. Heather nodded.
"Detective Benson, I'm scared" she said honestly, crying softly. Benson took her in her arms.
"It's ok." she soothed, and soon her crying subsided. "Ready to go now?" Bravely, Heather nodded and followed her out to the car.
So, how is it?