Chapter Six: You Don't Even Care About Your Daughter

"Mrs. Como, open up! NYPD!" shouted Detective Elliot Stabler.

"You know, if you don't open this door, we'll have to break it down for you!" yelled Olivia Benson.

"Fine, fine, fine." You could hear Rhonda Como even from outside of her home, and already her voice made her sound like a drunk. She then opened the brown front door. "Oh, great it's the pigs."

Without even asking if they could come in (well, cops never did, anyways), Elliot and Olivia made their way into Rhonda Como's house.

The inside view was what an average home looked like; it had a sink full of dirty dishes, a dining room table which looked like nobody had used it in years, and a small table that had photos of what looked like Rhonda's "bar friends".

"What do you want, Detectives."

"You know what interests me is the fact that your daughter has been in the hospital since 3 a.m. this morning, and you didn't bother to call anyone to report her missing? Because, you didn't know she was in the hospital right?" said Olivia, having the strongest urge to go up to her face, nose to nose, and yell at her for not giving a care about Kelly.

Rhonda just shrugged her shoulders. "I thought she was out."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, you know what Rhonda? Don't try to have me fooled for one second that you thought she was out, because I know that's not true. You knew that she wasn't home. You knew that she could be in one of the most dangerous situations of her life, and you did nothing, absolutely nothing about it! Because I know who you are Rhonda, a drunk who could care less about her daughter!" Right now Olivia tried stopping the anger she was feeling at the moment, but as much as she tried to, she couldn't. "Your daughter is lying in that hospital bed right now, and you're doing absolutely nothing about it! Because you are a selfish, unfit mother who just cares about when she's going to have her next drink!"

"Olivia," said Elliot, trying to calm her down. Elliot knew that it wasn't easy for Olivia to cope with a situation like this, where a victim's mother is a drunk who could care less about their daughter, because that is what Serena Benson was exactly like. And that's who Rhonda was reminding Olivia of.

"Now I know you had something to do with this, Rhonda" stated Olivia, although anyone could tell that she was trying not to let herself get out of control again in a state of anger.

"Do with what?"

"Oh, so know you're pretending you don't know what the hell happened!"

"I'm sorry detective, I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Your daughter, Kelly, that pregnant thirteen year old girl that was found beaten up early this morning in Central Park? The one with blood all over? Not to mention all those bruises and long-term scarring? And I sure as hell now that it was, you, the mother of an innocent girl that caused them to be there! And I am positive you had something to do with that."

"I'm sorry, Detective, but you must mistaken me with, perhaps, someone else? Such as an evil son of a bitch rapist?"

"No, no, you're wrong. The rape kit came back negative. She wasn't raped. At least not this morning. And right now I would just love to arrest you for assault and battery, but it sucks that I can't because there is no proof that you are the abusive mother you are. Now, where were you this morning at, let's say, 2 a.m. to 3?

"Well, I was at the local bar-"

"Getting drunk again right? And then raped? So that this time you can raise another child of a rapist that you can take out all your anger on? Then who know, six years from now she could be lying on the floor, after you leave her to a bloody pulp!"

"Olivia, let me handle this. Now, Mrs. Como, my partner and I are going to need that alibi to rule you out, so you're most positive you were at that bar this morning?"

"Yes detective, I'm pretty sure I made myself clear." she said sarcastically.