A/N: Here's the real chapter 7. Let me know what you think. I'm not completely sure where it's headed, so I guess we'll see where it ends up :). Anyways, thanks for sticking with it and hope you enjoy it!

Soft piano music drifted down the hallway of the school. The headmaster had met with her, telling Olivia that Georgie had been withdrawn all day. She had told the headmaster about Georgie being attacked, but not the rape. He told her she'd gone up to the music studio, to practice.

She leaned against the doorway, watching the girl play the piano softly. The music was slow and sad, her eyes looking at the keys, but she could tell she wasn't thinking about what she was playing. No music sat on the piano; she played completely by heart. She struck the last chord, her fingers hovering above the keys as the music faded slowly.

"That was beautiful," Olivia said, walking into the room. She sat down at a desk near the piano.

"It's my favorite piece," Georgie said, looking up to face her, "'Nimrod' from the 'Enigma Variations'." Her eyes had a dull look to them. It was one Olivia had seen before; the haunted look raped women carried with them. It tore at her heart that a girl born into privilege and wealth had been placed in a school only to be forgotten about, then attacked by people whom she had never met. At fourteen, she had already been broken.

"I played it for Meredith once," Georgie said, "I thought maybe if I could play something she liked, she might let me back into her life."

"I'm sure she loved you," Olivia said, reassuring her.

"She had an odd way of showing it," Georgie said softly, looking down at her hands once more.

"We caught the guy that attacked you," Olivia said. "He's in jail."

"Do I need to identify him," Georgie asked, looking back up at her. Olivia saw fear in her green eyes.

"We may need you to testify against him," Olivia said. For some women, seeing the man that had raped them behind bars helped them move on. Georgie shook her head. She didn't want to see the man that had done this to her. It would make the nightmare all the more real.

"I had lunch with Lainie today," she said, "She dropped by the school. She sometimes does that when she has free time."

"Did you tell her about the attack," Olivia asked.

"No," Georgie said, "I told her I cut my head on the cabinet."

"Georgie, this is nothing to be ashamed of," Olivia said softly. She moved over to the piano bench, turning her body to face the teenager.

"Yes it is," Georgie said, her voice wavering as tears slid down her face, "The last thing I felt like I could control was my sexualityand I wasn't even strong enough to keep that. I feel like such a whore now!" She looked up at Olivia, tears falling down her face.

"You are not a whore," Olivia said, her voice soft, but strong. "That man was twice your size. There was no way you could fight him off." She reached out, touching Georgie's arm gently. Georgienodded, allowing Olivia to hug her tight.

When she had calmed down, she pulled away from Olivia, wiping her eyes with her hand. "You want to stay with me tonight," Olivia asked. Georgie nodded, packing her backpack up and following Olivia out of the school.

They ate dinner quietly, then Georgie studied quietly in the guest bedroom while Olivia went through some files she had brought home with her. At a quarter to midnight, she shut her files and changed for bed before looking in on Georgie. The teen sat on the bed, her eyes focused on some point outside the window. "What're you still doing up," Olivia asked, walking into the room quietly.

"Couldn't sleep," Georgie said, her eyes still focused on the window.

"Wanna talk about it," Olivia asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Meredith's funeral is tomorrow," she said softly.

"Are you planning on going?" Olivia knew that although Georgie wasn't close to her mother, she still felt an obligation as a daughter.

Georgie nodded slowly, looking down at her hands. "Do you want me to go with you," Olivia asked softly. She reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind Georgie's ear. The teen nodded again, a tear falling slowly down her face.

"It's going to be small, just me and a few others," she said softly, "Lainie and I didn't want a lot of people there. It's at ten…Woodlawn Cemetery."

"I'll meet you at school and we can go together, then maybe get some lunch," Olivia said. Georgie sat quietly, her eyes focused on the blanket that covered her.

"Olivia, did your mother love you," Georgie asked, her voice soft. She kept her eyes trained on the blanket in front of her, not looking up at the older woman.

"Sometimes," Olivia said, "My mother was raped and got pregnant with me. There were days that she would look at me in disgust and others where it was almost normal." Georgie looked up at her words, sorrow in her eyes. She didn't apologize, for which she was grateful. "But yes, in some way, she loved me. Why do you ask?"

"Because not once did Meredith say that she loved me," Georgie said, a tear falling slowly down her face. Olivia felt her heart break as she studied the girl in front of her. Although Georgie had been the product of love, and herself of hate, Olivia knew she had felt more love in her life than Georgie had ever been afforded.

She slid closer to the teen and pulled her to her, feeling the girl curl up against her. She kissed her forehead gently and lay down with her, not letting the teenager go. For the first time in a long time, Georgie felt like someone actually cared for her.