Chapter 2

Olivia walked in slowly, closing the curtain directly behind her. She got a good look at the teen and could see that her hand was wrapped around the bandages on her neck as she moved her fingers along it. It must've hurt, Olivia thought to herself.

The detective walked further in and leaned in to get a better look at the girls eyes. She wanted to make eye contact with her but the teenager was making it hard to do so.

"That cut, it looks pretty bad," Olivia told her just before she took a seat on one of the chairs they had out for the visitors. "Can you tell me how that happened?"

The girl finally gazed up at the cop with a confused look on her face.

Well, at least now I know she understands English, Olivia thought to herself.

Olivia tried to explain, "The doctors. They took photos of all your injuries when you were unconscious. The cut on your neck... it looks like it was done with a pocket knife."

"They took pictures of me?" the girl repeated in disgust before she began to remove the white blankets that were covering her body.

Olivia seemed perplexed as she tried to assess what she was doing. "There's no reason to feel embarrassed. The doctors need to document everything so that we can–" Olivia paused as soon as she saw the girl begin to get up from the bed. "Wait– Wait a second," she said while she got up at the same time.

Before she could get a chance to stop her, the girl was pulling out the IV needle from her arm and looking around impatiently for something. She began to search under the blankets that were on the bed and then glanced down under it.

"Sweetie, that's not a good idea," Olivia continued as she saw the girl wince in pain. The teen placed her arm over her abdomen and over her hospital gown, which the detective assumed was from all of the movement she was doing and her broken ribs. "Why don't you lie back down for a minute, okay?" Olivia suggested as she tried to reach for the girl's arms, hoping she'd be able to coax her back to the bed. But her hand was instantly smacked away as soon as the girl whipped her whole body around.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled as she stared back at Olivia and winced in pain again. She felt as if the top of her body did a three-sixty and her lower half twisted in the other direction.

Olivia tried her best not to comfort her, despite the look on the girl's face and her body language saying that she needed otherwise.

"I'm sorry," Detective Benson said as she put her hands up in front of her body so that the teen could see them now. "Look, I'm sorry," Olivia repeated. "I didn't mean to scare you… I just…" Olivia paused before trying to assess the girl's expression now. She could almost see the tears in her eyes beginning to form but she brought herself into a standing position anyway.

"Are you looking for something?" Olivia asked her. She could see the teen was still scanning the room.

"My clothes… My shoes," the girl answered.

Olivia nodded understandably. "I can see if they can get you something to wear," she replied.

The teen shook her head. "No, I want my clothes," she continued to protest.

"Honey, when they found you…" Olivia paused as she tried to find the right words to say it. "You didn't have much clothes on."

There was another moment of silence. The girl stared away from Olivia and focused one the wall beside her.

"Is there someone I call for you?" Olivia offered. "Your parents, maybe?" Olivia glanced at her watch. "It's almost one. I'm sure they must be worried sick about you."

"Uh… no," the girl answered. "I just need clothes… And shoes," she added as she finally made eye-contact with Olivia.

Olivia couldn't help but get the feeling that the girl only wanted clothes so that she could bolt. Without a name or any information about her, there was no way they would be able to find her again if she did. That is, if she didn't leave the second Olivia walked out of the room to find her something to wear.

"Okay," Olivia said just as she pulled out her cellphone and began to text Amanda. After a few seconds she stared back up at the teen, "I just texted my partner… She's going to make sure you get some clothes."

It was obvious by the disappointed expression on the girl's face that she was ultimately trying to get rid of Olivia.

"So," Olivia began. "Why don't we sit back down and take it easy for a second, okay?" she suggested as she gently ushered the girl toward the hospital bed and took a seat directly in front of her. She reached for her notepad and pen, hoping she would be able to get some information out of the teen now that they were making some progress. "Can you tell me your name?" she asked as she studied the teen's reaction. The girl appeared almost lost as if she had no idea who or where she was. "Sweetie, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"I didn't ask for your help," the girl answered in a barely audible tone.

"No, you didn't," the woman agreed. "But the doctors called us because they said they found you unconscious, in the middle of the night... beaten and practically buried in the snow with no clothes on, no ID… Sweetheart, we can't let whoever did this to you get away with it. He can do the same thing to another girl. Or he can come after you again."

"He won't," the girl assured her.

"Yeah?" Olivia said unconvincingly. "How do you know?"

"Look," she appeared annoyed now. "I can't make you believe me. I didn't even ask you to come here so just… leave," she said as she stared at the detective with a stern look on her face.

"No, that's not what I meant," Olivia shook her head.

"Yeah? Well I don't care what you meant," the teen said. "You can go now."

"Hold on," Olivia began. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel as if you were lying. I'm just trying to understand why you would think he wouldn't go after you again. Do you know the person who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," the teen shook her head. "I'm not pressing charges or anything like that so… there's really no point to you being here right n–" the teen stopped talking as she felt the room begin to spin. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy and Olivia stood up the moment she could sense something was wrong.

"WE NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE!" she screamed as she caught the girl from falling forward and off the bed. She immediately laid her back as she felt the teen's body tense up and begin to shake violently. As soon as she realized what was happening she tried to hold her as still as possible. "WE NEED A DOCTOR! SHE'S SEIZING!"