A/N: I'm sorry it's been a while since I updated this story, but I've been so caught up with homework and studying for tests (and watching SVU, lol) that it's been almost impossible to fit in some time to write my 15th chapter. I've been hoping to add some more emotional and dramatic chapters in this, and also thinking on when to end it. It might be soon when "For What It's Worth" will be finished (although I have a lot more chapters to do), but I also am thinking on doing a sequel called "The Innocent Can Never Last". I'm not exactly 100 sure if I should do it, because I'm debating whether or not I should put what happens in the sequel into this story, although I hope I will make another one.

Chapter Fifteen: Sometimes Little Things Are a Big Help

Olivia felt like going to the hospital again, but what was the use? Hadn't she done Kelly enough harm already? The poor girl had already been through so much, and a baby was heading her way. The baby, who Olivia never really got the chance to ask Kelly who her baby's father was, could never know their father, could have been an outcome of rape. Although she did question her about that a few days before, she never really got a straight answer from her. Olivia wasn't expecting a respond anyways. It was never easy talking to a traumatized victim, especially a pregnant 13-year old. But Olivia just couldn't let that be; she didn't want to leave that behind, knowing that Kelly's baby could never know its father for the rest of their life. Or even worse, no one would ever speak of him, which is if he was who Olivia thought he was.

Olivia still sat there, uncertain of what to do. She had already lay the photograph of her and Serena down on the passenger seat, trying to obliterate everything she had just remembered from her previous childhood. She couldn't bear to look at it once more; it had already done enough damage as it was to her mind. Now Olivia had no idea where to drive to, although she was tempted to drive to St. Vincent's. But she was afraid that it would once again have Kelly questioning to herself what other kind of bad news she would have to deliver again. Even though asking Kelly in the "nicest" way about who her baby's father might have been, she still wasn't so convinced that going to the hospital would be the next best stop. Olivia's wasn't stopping herself from going there for her own sake; but for Kelly's.

I need to know who the hell raped her, said that voice inside Olivia's head for the millionth time since she met the 13-year old. I have this awful feeling that that unborn baby is a child of rape, and if so, I really need to know who forced that poor girl to have sex. Whoever the heck did it had no right now. That innocent girl has been through so much, she probably can't even count how many terrible things she had gone through. And now with the bad memory of her abusive and alcoholic mother, matters are even worse.

At that moment, there was all of a sudden nothing that stopped Olivia from heading off to the hospital again. She had been there a countless number of times, and each time she visited there, there was always some awful news waiting for Kelly to hear. But this time Olivia had to go. She needed to find out who that baby's father was.

Olivia drove off, while tears had unexpectedly started to flow down her cheeks. It was one of those "moments" she was having, where she would show her grief in an emotional way. She just didn't want to go and talk to Kelly again, because she didn't want to cause her any more damage than she had already done. Although the previous harm she did to her was unintentional, she still felt that she was the one to blame.

As Olivia parked the car slowly into the St. Vincent's parking lot, this was the one and only time that she actually felt afraid to walk into those hospital hallways once again. This time it wouldn't be easy to talk to Kelly. Every time Olivia was in a conversation with Kelly, there was always crying involved, as well has hugging to show comfort to one another. Both Olivia and Kelly felt sorry for each other, not only because of the similar experiences they shared, but because they both cared for each other. A few days earlier, Olivia would have been some stranger to Kelly if she ever saw her walk down those New York City streets. But now Kelly would view her as the only person she'd ever met in her life that she could consider her her "twin".

Once Olivia had opened up the hospital hallways, she almost had second thoughts about going and talking to Kelly again. But the voices swimming inside her head had stopped her from doing that. I'm making the right decision now, they kept telling her. Finding out who the father is is what's most important.

Olivia noticed Kelly was sound asleep in her hospital bed. She could sense that although Kelly was calm at the moment, she was most likely having nightmares about her mother or her so-called father. But Olivia knew how it felt; that's what she would dream about every night. And yet she still never knew who her father was. For all she knew, he could be dead. Or he could be still alive, raping more women. Or, he could have been someone who she had passed by on the streets, not even knowing that that was the man that raped her mother, and gave her Olivia. Or, he could have even been her neighbor.

Trying her best not to wake her, Olivia slowly but surely made her way into Kelly's hospital room. She silently shut the door, and as she turned around she happened to notice Kelly moving around gradually in her bed, as she opened her eyes slowly.

"Olivia", Kelly softly said, in a voice that would signaled she had just awoken from a sleep, "Hi."

"Hi, Kelly."

"I bet you have some other bad news, I'm guessing."

"Actually, this time I don't. I just, I just wanted to ask you some questions."

"Ask away."

"So, Kelly, the first time I came here, I asked you if you knew who got you pregnant. And I'm not sure I got a clear answer, so I was hoping you could fill me in this time."

"Yeah, umm, about that" she then paused for a second. "I really don't feel comfortable talking about it."

"Kelly, I know that it's not easy to talk about it. But, honey, the only way we can help you is to find the father."

"What do you mean by help? There really isn't anything to help me with."

"Yes, there actually is. Talking about something like this really hard to do, Kelly, but once you reveal it all, you can feel much better. And let me tell you something; once you tell me his name my partner and I will go and arrest him."

"Wait a second, Olivia, why are you all of a sudden assuming that- that someone raped me?" Kelly said very quietly, and it sounded less like a question.

"Because, because I can tell. It's just a feeling we all get once in a while."

"Kind of like, one of those "psychic feelings"?" questioned Kelly, this time with one of those "smiles" spread across her face.

"Yeah, if that's how you want to put it." Olivia said, also smiling. "Kelly, I want to tell you a little story from high school." Olivia went to the other side of the hospital room and grabbed a chair, sat down, preparing herself for one of those "talks" again. "I used to have this friend. She was a straight-A student, she was the captain of the soccer team, and was one of the nicest persons anyone would meet. She believed in herself, and was very honest and trustworthy. Then, all of a sudden, she was depressed. It took a couple months for everyone, including myself, to find out what caused her to be so sad. See, Kelly, sometimes when you're so involved with other things and something bad happens you try to pretend that it never did. It turned out that there was this man that hurt her. He hurt her really bad. And, she never told anyone. One night, he raped her. She ended up pregnant, but didn't tell anyone until it got to the point where it was obvious. She tried to keep the secret for so long. It hurt her everyday knowing that she knew the father of her baby, but no one else did. It hurt her until the day she revealed it all. It wasn't easy for her to talk about it, but she felt better when she did. Now that man is serving his time in jail. Now, if you tell me who he is, we'll do the same things to him that the other cops did to the man that hurt my friend. Please, Kelly, it's for your own good."

"I can't." The moment right after she said it, anyone could tell that she was about to burst into tears. "He said, he said he would kill me." She said in between sobs.

"Kelly, there's nothing he can do to hurt you anymore. You're in a hospital now, so no one here will let him hurt you. But if you tell me his name, he won't hurt anyone else."

"I- I don't know his name. I don't know who he is!" She said, between even more sobs than before.

"Kelly, do you know anything about him?"

"I don't know, I mean I don't if I'm right if I have the same man."

"What are you trying to say? Do you think you might know who he is?"

"Sort of, well I don't know!"

"Kelly, tell me what you know."

"There was this guy. I had met him on MySpace. But, last year I was pathetic and stupid. I told him where I lived, and a lot of info about me. He never told me anything at all about him. On his profile, he barely had anything on it. I had way too much information about me on it. I didn't know his name or what he looked like, or anything else. He started to message me and send me all these comments, and that he wanted to meet me. I didn't really want to meet him, but I told him sure. The only reason I did was because I was way too mad at my mom, 'cause she'd be doing the same old stuff she'd always do; hardly ever come back home. And when she did she was drunk. She would yell at me for no apparent reason, and we had gotten into a big fight anyways. So I just wanted to get read of all the anger by telling this guy I didn't know all this stuff about me. He said he wanted to see my "beautiful" face. He said he wanted to experience things with me, and he wanted to be my 'first'. I thought it was just a big joke. I never believed he would actually do that. But I don't even know if the guy that did that to me was the man I met on MySpace."

Through Olivia's recent work, there were dozens of cases involving chat rooms and MySpace. Olivia thought that that website was the main target for rapists to choose their next victim, and all she ever wanted was for that website to be taken of the Internet. Never mind the countless times MySpace was part of her cases, there were so many other SVU squads that had dealt with that website. Because of that, Olivia was almost used to hearing from traumatized victims that they met their rapist of MySpace. Olivia always felt like it was the victims' fault that they had been raped by someone they met on MySpace, because she believed that it was like they were asking to be raped by giving out their name and address, and other personal information. But this time Olivia felt a feeling of sorrow for Kelly; although she might have been really stupid by telling a stranger all that stuff about her, she had already been through enough with her mother and didn't need anything else bad to happen about her. It sucked that Olivia couldn't turn back the clock, because if she could, she would have changed every dreadful moment Kelly had been through.

"Do you know anything else about the man?"

"No. I'm just such an idiot for giving out all that stuff about me! It's my entire fault!"

"Kelly, it's not your fault. There are many other girls and women out there that sometimes make the wrong decision by telling certain personal info, but don't blame you for something that that man did to you."

"But I told you, Olivia, I have no idea if that was even him!"

"I know, Kelly, but what you told me might be some big help on catching that bad man. Even though you aren't entirely sure at all, I bet there's some way to catch him on that MySpace."

"Actually, no there isn't."

"What do you mean by that?"

"About a week after that man raped me, I went onto MySpace again. He was one of my friends on there, but I couldn't find his profile on it. It's weird, because one of my friends cancelled her account, but she still stayed as one of my friends. I couldn't find his at all. He never messaged me again or sent me any more comments."

"Oh. But, Kelly, if you have any more information on him-"

"I don't" she interrupted.

"Well, I'm glad you told me that, though. So I guess I'll see you later then."

"Bye."

Olivia pushed the chair she wasn't sitting on into its original position across Kelly's room. She then picked up her brown coat she had been wearing, and put it on as she left the room slowly.

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