OK well hey everyone. Sorry it took me so long to update and all that stuff. I am terribly sorry for any grammatical errors as I am in a rush today…stupid teachers assigning homework. Well I guess I should say that I so not own Law & Order SVU… or else I could drop out of school and spend the day doing nothing sigh. Well happy reading.

"Detective Benson, I'm glad that you're here," Dr. Matthews eyes looked as weary as a mother deprived of sleep as she greeted the female detective.

"Hey Dr. Matt so I here we have an eleven year old who was raped."

"Yes, she says her name is Jamie Ploy but when I searched for previous medical records there were none under her name. The neighbor found her. But anyway there's severe vaginal damage but that's probably the least of your worries. There are a few cracked ribs and also various bruises that were both old and new. A fractured wrist and shattered kneecap but worst of all a girl who will be forever traumatized." Olivia nodded and slowly walked through the hospital door. Her eyes started to burn and she blinked repeatedly trying to hold back the tears. She had to be strong.

"Hi my name is Olivia and I'm a detective. Could you tell me yours?" she forced a smile as she said the routine phrase that was heard by most children and/or rape victims.

"Why the hell would you want to know anyway? It doesn't matter who I am and what happened to me 'cause I'm a nobody." The flatness of her voice echoed through the room as she stared at the white, white walls.

"Of course I care about you Jamie and you are not a nobody but you have to tell me what happened." Facing away from the worried detective Jamie started her long story.

"It was my…my dad. I was in my room when I heard him come home from his run with one of his hookers. He was angry…so angry and I knew that he would call me out eventually so I decided to go and get it over with. When I went into the kitchen he started to hit me and eventually unclothe me… I felt as though I was in a trance or a nightmare but it didn't stop. Then he pushed me onto the couch and then…and then…"

Big fat drops that weren't unlike rain slid down Jamie's gaunt cheeks. Olivia handed her a tissue then encouraged her to go on. No matter how much it hurt to watch the girl retell her story Olivia knew that she needed to go on.

"He raped me. I begged him to stop but he just pushed harder but then when he had hurt me so much that I had started to bleed he finally stopped. Viscously he pushed my off the couch and started to kick me. I don't know how many times but after maybe the second or third I went unconscious. When I woke up he was gone so I started screaming to try to get someone to come and help but I lost consciousness again and then I woke up here."

"Thank you honey you helped a lot and I promise you that we will catch your dad."

"NO…YOU CAN'T HE'LL COME AND GET ME." Now she was crying so uncontrollably it was hard to distinguish sobs from words.

"It's going to be okay honey; I will make sure that he will never hurt you again." A serene mood settled that could have kept the devil out of the pallid hospital room as Olivia engulfed Jamie in the first hug that she had received in years. But even as she left the hospital room she couldn't help but think of how impossible the job that she tried to fulfill was. No matter what happens there will always be something hurting in the world… even if at first glance it lurks in the depths where common people can not see. "Love may be blind…but hate is bitter."