Fruit from the Poison Tree
Disclaimer: I do not own any Law and Order: SVU characters.
A/N: I messed with the tape a little bit to fit my story. The tape is in italics. Enjoy!
What is your name?
Serena Benson.
Olivia sat on her couch, cradling the tape in the half gloom. Light filtered through the curtains, throwing her face into half shadows.
Where do you live?
1104 western avenue apartment B.
In the distance, a car alarm sounded. Olivia didn't notice. Her eyes defocused as she half dreaded yet half anticipated the pain. It was like a wound she refused to let heal, a wound that once it started healing, she immediately picked and worried, causing more pain. It was a punishment she inflicted onto herself, though for what Olivia did not know.
What happened?
The campus library closed at midnight. I took the shortcut home I always do. It was darker than usual. I was about halfway through when I was hit from the behind by something.
Tears, unbidden, rolled down Olivia's cheeks. She rocked back and forth slowly as she reverted back to a child once more, struggling to understand the world.
Where you knocked unconscious?
Yes.
She was worthless. She was a bastard, a rape child fit to follow in her father's violent footsteps. Fruit from the poison tree.
When I came to I was on a landing below street level. He pushed up my dress. Then he…he….
Olivia started to sob uncontrollably. She was a child, running from the darkness. Running from her mother's drunken rages, running from taunts and pulling hands and classmates mothers' cold accusing stares. It would be so easy to give up, to let the darkness consume her soul.
He raped me.
After all, she was fruit from the poison tree.