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Chapter 5

Olivia's Apartment:

Olivia sat on her couch, files spread in front of her. She had spent the last 3 hours going over the reports Belinda had given her a few days ago. She was used to reading some horrific things from her previous cases, but for some strange reason she was having some difficulty stomaching the details that were in her sister's file.

Dr. Ramsey: August 1989 (Brookdale University Hospital & Medical Center)

Patient has several broken ribs. Numerous markings on her back. Burn marks located on the right side of her shoulder. Has a stab wound located in between the 3rd and 4th rib on her left side. Also looks like patient has been malnourished for a long period of time.

Recommendations:

Must be physically removed from home for safety. Patient must undergo numerous sessions of therapy.

Liv put down the file and begun to rub her eyes. There were more reports like this one and with each report, the abuse just got worse.

Sighing she got up and wondered over to her window to clear her head of the images that kept jumping out at her. Staring out at the city below her she thought to herself, why the hell didn't anyone do anything sooner? Shaking her head slightly she returned back to her spot on the couch and instead of picking up another file she reached for a photo. Olivia stared at it for a long time. The photo was of a little girl around 10 years old. She looked like a normal 10 year old, except when you looked at her eyes. They looked much older. And looked so much like Olivia's at that age. They were the eyes of someone that had been through too much, seen too much to even pretend anymore. The eerie part was that she looked a lot like Olivia at that age, right down to her posture. Man, did I really look like that as a kid? Smiling just a little, Liv reached for a pile of files that was next to her and made contact with a hard object. Curious as to what that was, Liv sought out the object and was genuinely surprised to find a video tape. A video tape? Hmmm…wonder what this could be…Getting up, she moved directly to her VCR and popped in the tape. Sitting back down on the couch she hit the play button and waited. What appeared on the screen made her breath catch…

"Hi Mackenzie. My name is Dr. Joy. I was wondering if I could sit and talk with you for a while. Would that be ok?" Asked a young woman. She was very soft spoken and had a gently way about her. Obviously the psychiatrist Liv thought. The little girl on the screen didn't say a word. She just stood in stony silence with her head down and her chin to her chest. The young girls hands were pinned tightly to her sides.

There was a slight pause on the doctor's part. She seemed a bit disappointed that Mackenzie hadn't replied. Still determined, the Dr. Joy went on as if nothing happened.

"That's alright. I like to talk anyways. A lot in fact…at least that's what my older brother says anyways". Then the doctor smiled a beautiful smile that took Olivia's breath away. Wow was the only thing that Liv could think of. Shaking her head, Liv shifted her attention to Mackenzie. Apparently that smile didn't go un-noticed by the little girl. From under the wild mane of hair, Liv could see the little girls eyes focus on Dr. Joy with hidden surprise. Out of the corner of her eye, the doctor caught the young girl's attention and still smiling, winked at her. Sitting down at the small table, Dr. Joy reached for some paper and crayons and began to draw.

"Yeah, I have an older brother. He's ok I guess. I would have preferred to have had an older sister though. At least I could have had someone to play with. My brother was 10 years old when I was born. So he was gone a lot when I was little. And of course he would always pick on me." Dr. Joy stopped talking and drawing and looked up at Mackenzie. The little girl had finally looked up and had clenched her tiny fists at her side. But what had surprised both the doctor and Olivia was the look on the child's face. It was a face that Olivia was all too familiar with. It was the same face that Olivia took on when she knew someone she cared for was hurting. Then both women were surprised to hear Mackenzie finally speak.

"Did he hurt you?" The little girl spoke so softly that both women had to lean slightly forward to hear what was said. As if to sense the young girl's thoughts, Dr. Joy was quick to reply.

"No. Not at all. He would tease me a lot about how short I was. And of course he was a few years older and never had a baby sister before"

"But he still hurt you," said Mackenzie. She still had that same hard worried look but her fists were now relaxed.

"That's what you call brotherly love. He may have been a big stinky pooh but I knew he loved me."

"How?" By now, Mackenzie had sat down beside the young doctor. Dr. Joy noticed this and was visibly relived. Her smile became bigger and brighter then before and she slowly moved closer to the little girl.

"Well, for starters, he would always make sure I was alright at school. And he would always read me a bed time story from time to time. He did a whole lot of other stuff to. That's how I know he really loves me." The doctor sat silently and watched Mackenzie grab a crayon and paper.

"Mackenzie," Dr. Joy waited until she got Mackenzie's undivided attention before she continued, "didn't you have anyone do that sort of stuff with you?"

Mackenzie sat in silence and stared at the doctor. The little girl didn't want to remember a thing about that time in her life. Mackenzie began to feel tears form in her eyes and quickly turned away. She didn't want to let this wonderful doctor see her crying.

"Mackenzie?" The doctor said quietly. Mackenzie got up and walked to the window and stared out the window. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and squeezed her eye's shut. Dr. Joy watched as the young girl fought desperately to regain her composure and beat back those memories that were ready to strike out. Turning to the camera, the doctor shook her head as if to let whoever was recording know that she wasn't going to go further with the session.

Getting up, Dr. Joy made her way to the little girl. Crouching down she turned Mackenzie in her arms and said quietly,

"It's alright honey. No one is ever going to hurt you like that again. I'll make sure of it."

And with that, Mackenzie could no longer hold in the tears. Dr. Joy wrapped her arms around her and held her tight all the while whispering to her. In return Mackenzie wrapped her tiny arms around Dr. Joy's neck and held on tight and buried her face in the doctor's neck.

Dr. Joy picked up the little girl and carried her to the table and stood in front of the window and mouthed, that's enough. And with that the tape and session ended.

Olivia sat unmoving for a while. I should have been there. That should have been me hugging her. I'm her sister, thought Olivia. Taking a deep breath Olivia shook herself out of her sorrow and began to put away the files when she came across the photo she held earlier. She picked it up and lightly traced the face of her sister. Her lip began to tremble and tears began to form in her eyes. I'm so sorry little one. Her tears began to fall and she started to weep. Liv didn't care. She held on to the photo as if it were her only connection to her sister.

Looking down at the photo once more, she knew what she had to do. The only thing she had to do. Getting up and walking to the window she made a silent promise to herself and her sister…

I'll find you. Wherever you are…I'll find you little one….