Chapter Two: Who's The Father Of Your Baby?

Eight Months Later

Detective Olivia Benson was sound asleep in her cozy, twin bed, when the resounding sound of her telephone awoke her.

"Hello?" she spoke quietly into the phone. She felt as though she was half asleep.

"Benson, it's Cragen. We need you here at Central Park. A young couple said they were jogging together when they heard a young girl scream for help. We're still questioning whether she was raped or not, because she refuses to tell us anything, but it looked as though she was. You better get down her so you can get her to talk. And by the way, she's pregnant."

"Yep. Be there as quick as I can."

After Olivia hung up the phone, she quickly changed her clothes, which happened to be a normal outfit she would wear any day while on the job; a long sleeve shirt with clean, denim jeans. She hurriedly grabbed her black coat, and ran outside of her apartment to her car and drove off.

There was something about Olivia that caused children and teenagers to open up if they refused to talk to anyone else. Even everyone is the SVU had wondered why that was. There was one reason that came across everyone's mind, though, what might be why. It was maybe because she could relate to rape victims that were children and young teenagers, not that she was ever raped; but because her mother was when she was a young woman. Olivia's mother, Serena Benson, was an alcoholic, drinking vodka after vodka. Her mother could care less about her daughter, although deep inside she really loved her. But Serena refused to show her love for her daughter by taking out all the rage the drinking had caused on Olivia. Every day when Serena would look at Olivia, there was a flashback in her head of the awful day she was raped, and she never wanted to be reminded of that. Olivia was the product of that rape, and Serena hated her for that, although Olivia was innocent, but had half the genes of a monster. For almost her whole entire life, Serena acted as though she had complete control over what Olivia could and couldn't do. The only time Olivia was able to free herself from all this misery and pain was when her mother had died six years before, in 2000. Now everyday when she hears a rape victim tell their dreadful story, she can feel their pain, especially if their childhood was as similar as hers, such as the Eldridge case they had last year; a fifteen year old girl, Carrie Eldridge killed her mother, although not intending to really do so. Her mother, Denise Eldridge, was as much of an alcoholic as Serena Benson was. But there was a psych defense that tried to prove that Carrie was innocent; that she had premenstrual dysphoric disorder. After Elliot Stabler, Olivia's partner, had found birth control pills under the kitchen sink, it proved that Carrie wasn't crazy when she killed her mother. Even though the jury would definitely convict, Olivia persuaded Casey to plead her out, by telling her about a horrible experience with her mother when she was sixteen.

When Olivia arrived at Central Park, she immediately saw a young teenage girl lying on a stretcher. From a far distance she could already see the blood that drew a path over her body. As she got out of her car and went towards the girl, she got even a closer view of her; she had blood all over her, from her head to her swollen stomach to her legs. She had many fresh bruises on her thighs, which were easily noticeable due to the short skirt she had been wearing.

"She refuses to tell us anything; her name or what happened." said one of the female paramedics to Olivia.

"Please, I need you to tell me your name. And how old you are." Olivia said to the girl.

The young girl just lay there in silence, looking at the paramedic to Olivia. Olivia noticed that reflection in the girl's eyes; the reflection of a girl begging for help. Not for what just had happened, but for another reason.

"You need to tell me. I -we- need to help you. Now we need to bring you to the hospital to have you checked out. But first you need to tell me your name and age."

Olivia just stood there for a while, and then she unexpectedly heard the girl speak up for the first time.

"Umm, my name's Kelly." she paused for a second. "Kelly Como."

"And how old are you, Kelly?" Olivia tried to make herself sound less like she was talking to a young child (the girl looked at least 12), but more soothing so she could get her to speak up more.

"Umm, I'm 13."

"Now, Kelly, I'm going to ride with you in the ambulance to the hospital. Can you tell me where your mother or father is?" This time she got no reply from Kelly. "That's okay, you don't need to tell me now. We can settle that after the doctor examines you there."

The ride from the ambulance to the hospital, didn't take very much long. The minute they arrived there, the paramedics and Olivia took the stretcher out of the ambulance and rushed her through the halls of hospital.

"Kelly, this is Monica Graham. She's a sexual assault doctor. She's going to check you out and then do a rape kit."

"I don't even know what a rape kit is." Kelly said, making it sound more like a question.

"It's a gynecological exam, where I check for semen inside of you. I need to do both oral and vaginal swabs." explained Monica.

"I never said I was raped." said Kelly quietly.

"Kelly, we don't your statement, whether or not you say you were raped. Look at you Kelly, your skirt is torn, you're a bloody mess, and you are covered in bruises." Olivia said, but not in a harsh way.

Olivia and Monica had brought Kelly into the treatment room, where Monica had done a rape kit. During the whole process, Olivia could see all the pain that was hidden inside Kelly's eyes, which tied a knot in her stomach. After Monica was done with the rape kit, it came back negative, but Olivia still had to question her, so she went into the room that Kelly was staying in.

"Hi, Kelly." said Olivia after shutting the door so that they could have a private conversation.

Kelly didn't say anything, but managed to force a smile, the smile you see on a traumatized young girl after she'd just been violated.

"The rape kit came back negative."

"I told you I wasn't raped."

"I know, but like I said, it didn't matter what you said. But, you're pregnant, Kelly, so I need to question you about that." she then grabbed out a pen and a pad of paper.

"There are much more pregnant teenagers out in this world, and I don't see you asking them dozens of questions." This time Kelly seemed to be talking back to Olivia, but Olivia just ignored what she had just said and moved on with her questions.

"So, how far along are you, Kelly?"

Realizing that it was pointless talking back to the cop, Kelly just decided to cooperate. "Eight months."

"And do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Yeah. It's a girl."

"What are you going to name her?"

"I'm not exactly sure, although I was thinking maybe Christine or Jenny."

"Those are pretty names."

This time Olivia was going for the target question. Asking her who the father was right away might have made Kelly panic, so she felt that right now would be the right time to ask her, after asking her those questions about the baby. Olivia suspected that this could be a child of rape, although she could never jump to conclusions.

"So, Kelly, do you know who the father is of your baby?"

For a little over a minute, Kelly just lay there, dead silent. She could not think of what to say, when she just opened up and told Olivia that she didn't know who he was. This time Olivia was most positive that she was raped eight months earlier, and Kelly's unborn child must have the product of that rape. I can't jump to conclusions yet, Olivia thought to herself, It could have been incest. Now that Olivia had that new possibility in her mind, she needed to start a conversation about her parents, especially her father.

"So, who do you live with?"

"My mother."

"What about your father? Where does he live?"

"My father? Umm…" Kelly paused for a while, when a flashback of her previous childhood came to mind.