Cry

A/N: 17 year old Madeline tries to break up from her boyfriend, but he doesn't want to. He likes using her for something that no one should have to go through, and Madeline is terrified to tell anyone. But when he attacks her one day during school hours, she finally lets go. Each chapter is named after a song by Kelly Clarkson. I don't own SVU or Kelly…

Chapter 8: Hole

"there's a hole, inside of me, it's so damn cold, slowly killing me… sinking in oh so slowly, so far from where I should be, no hands reaching out for me…" -Kelly Clarkson

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PREVIOUSLY:

"Coach, every time he'd hurt me, it got worse, I hated it. He'd threaten me and tell me that if I ever told, I'd die. Now I'm terrified he's going to come back and kill me." Madeline cries.

"Sweetheart, he was just saying that to scare you, he's not going to kill you, no one is." "I really think you need to talk to my friend Sharon, she's a rape crisis counselor, she can help you sort through everything that's happened." the strawberry blond woman says.

Madeline can't decide how to respond. She looks down at her wrists and sighs. The conversation is interrupted by the phone ringing. Lindsey smiles at the teen and gets up to go answer the phone.

"Lindsey Yearwood…" she answers.

"Hi, again, Mrs. Yearwood, it's Detective Benson…" the voice on the other end of the line says.

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LINDSEY YEARWOOD'S APARTMENT
MANHATTAN, NY
11:45am

"Hey, did you get a hold of Maddie's parents?" the strawberry blond woman asks.

"Yes. I talked to her father. He told me to prosecute Travis to the fullest extent of the law. He also told me that they've been trying to get Madeline to report him for quite some time now. However, he can't get out of his meetings because he's like the CEO or something." the detective explains.

"Oh. Well in that case, should she stay with me or is there something else you had in mind?" Lindsey asks.

"I think she'd be fine with you, of course, it's up to you where she stays, but she might be hesitant about going to her house and being by herself. So I might have someone with her for a few days." the woman answers.

"I'll just let her stay with me. It's no big deal. It's just me and my husband, so we have plenty of room for her." Lindsey replies.

"That's good. I also talked to your friend, Sharon, she said she'd definitely talk to Madeline, she just wanted you to give her a call and coordinate something." Olivia says.

"Great. I'll call her this afternoon. And I know Madeline still needs to come to the station and make her statement. Can we do that now?" Lindsey replies.

"Certainly, just come by when she's ready. We need her statement before we do anything with the boy who's hurt her." Olivia tells her.

"I'll talk to her about it. But I'll call before we leave to let you know we're coming."

"That would be great. I'll let my captain know she's coming, so he can call the ADA." Olivia replies.

"Okay, I'll call you in about thirty minutes."

"Talk to you later." Olivia says and hangs up.

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Lindsey hangs the phone back up on the receiver and walks over to her couch where Madeline is still sitting.

"Sweetie, Detective Benson talked to your dad…"

"Why?" the teen asks.

"Because, he needs to know what happened. He told her to punish Travis as much as she could and that he wants to come home, but can't because they won't let him out of his meetings." Lindsey answers.

"Oh…" Maddie shyly replies and looks at her blanket.

"Olivia really wants you to come talk to her. She says the sooner you do, the sooner they can start talking to Travis." the woman says.

"I'm really sore, tired, and I just don't feel that great."

"I know baby girl. You'll be sore for a few days, but it's okay." Lindsey tells her.

"NO! It's not okay, district is FRIDAY!" the redheaded teen cries.

"Honey, listen, I know how bad you want to run, but right now, we have to get you through this first." the woman calmly says.

"It's not fair. He knew how much I want to win districts, he knew how much it means to me, why'd he do this today?" Maddie replies.

"Baby girl, I wish I had an answer. I really think you need to talk to my friend Sharon, she wants to help you."

"Whatever. If she can make it go away. And I don't care what that detective says, I'm NOT going to court. I don't want to, and they can't make me." the teen quietly replies.

"Alright. Let's wait on that right now. We just need to take this one day at a time…" the woman soothes.

"Okay… okay… so if I talk to Olivia today… what's gonna happen next?" the teen asks.

"They're probably going to talk to Travis and see what he has to say and then they'll probably have you talk to my friend Sharon and then see where to go from there." Lindsey answers.

"Can Olivia come here?" "I don't wanna go anywhere right now…" Madeline quietly says.

"Sweetheart, listen, I know you're really upset about what's happened, but Olivia wants you to come talk to her. She really wants to help you, and my friend Sharon will really help you understand what's happening…" the woman calmly replies.

"I don't know coach. I'm just really scared that if I see Travis, he's gonna do something to hurt me again…"

"Baby girl, believe me when I tell you, nothing bad is going to happen to you again, okay." the woman reassures her.

"I want to…but… I just don't know anymore. MAKE HIM GO AWAY!!!" the teen screams, gets up off the couch, stomps into the guest bedroom and slams the door.

Lindsey leans back on the couch and sighs. She sits there in the quiet, but can then hear Maddie's sobs coming from the other room. She stands up and walks to the bedroom, and knocks on the door, "Maddie, honey?"

"GO AWAY! I WANT TO END EVERYTHING NOW!!!!" the teen screams back.

Lindsey realizes what she means, "Honey, open the door. Don't hurt yourself, sugar…"

The redheaded teen doesn't reply and Lindsey jerks the door open, almost ripping it off the wall, runs into the bathroom and sees Madeline on the floor, with a razor in her hand, about to slit her wrist. The woman kneels down next to the teen, puts her arm around the girl's shoulders and gently takes the razor out of her hand. "Sweetheart, look at me, everything's going to be okay. If something else is bothering you, you really need to let me know what's going on, because I really want to help you."

"I can't do it. I just can't do anything right anymore…" the teen sobs.

"Why do you say that?" Lindsey gently asks.

"People always yell at me whenever I do anything. Especially Travis….." Maddie says, between sobs.

"Shhh, shhh, baby, it's okay." Lindsey soothes and gently wraps the teen in a hug.

Maddie keeps sobbing uncontrollably and Lindsey rubs calming circles on the girl's back, trying to bite back her own tears.

"Honey…."

Maddie replies by moaning and continues to cry in the woman's arms.

"Sweetheart, let's go sit back on the couch, and try to calm down and relax…" Lindsey suggests.

The redheaded teen looks up at the woman with red, tearstained eyes and her cheeks wet from the tears running down her face. "I… I… I'm sorry…"

"Oh, honey, don't be. It's okay, you can cry…" Lindsey replies.

Maddie stands up, waits for her coach to get up and follows the woman back into the living room, plops down on the couch, grabs the blanket, and wraps herself up in it.

Lindsey sits down next to her and the teen leans into her. The woman gently rubs Maddie's arm and whispers soothing words in her ear. Slowly, she notices the teen's breathing even out and the sobs that wracked her body turn into silent tears. A few minutes later, she looks at the teen again, and notices she's cried herself to sleep. Lindsey pulls the blanket tighter around the teen's body, slowly gets up, puts a pillow under Maddie's head, and gently lays her down on the couch.

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MANHATTAN WEST HIGH SCHOOL
NICOLE McBRIDE'S OFFICE
12:00pm

Nicole sits at her desk gnawing on the cap of her pen, worrying about Madeline. She's trying to read emails, but can't keep her concentration. She grabs her phone and dials Coach Yearwood's number.

Three rings later, she hears the woman on the other end of the line, "Lindsey Yearwood…"

"Hey, It's Nicole, how's Madeline?" the brunette woman asks.

"Not so good. We were sitting on the couch talking, and she had a moment, she's really scared that he's going to do something to get back at her and she stomped off to my guest bedroom, slammed the door, and by the time I made it there, she was sitting on the bathroom floor with a razor in her hand, about to slit her wrist…" the coach answers.

"Oh god. She's going to need some counseling. So what happened after you got in the bathroom?" the AP asks.

"Well, I kneeled down next to her, put my arm around her shoulders, and took the razor out of her hands. She then started sobbing, and all I could do was hug her and let her cry. Finally, I got her to get up and back to the living room and she sat back down on the couch next to me, and I let her rest on my shoulder, and she slowly stopped crying, and fell asleep…" Lindsey explains.

"Poor thing. She's probably exhausted. Has she talked to the detectives yet?" Nicole replies.

"No. that's what I'm trying to get her to do right now. I've talked to them and they've talked to her father, who says he can't come home until Tuesday. I'm also going to get her an appointment with my friend Sharon Austin, the rape crisis counselor." the strawberry blond woman tells her.

"Okay. She's going to need someone to talk to, so she can start healing."

Nicole hears a knock on her door and her secretary comes in, "You've got a student to see you…"

"Okay…" "Lindsey, I've gotta go, there's a student that needs to see me. Tell Madeline I said everything would be okay. And Mrs. Branson and I'll come by and see her after school if she wants…"

"Alright, I will. Talk to you later…" Lindsey replies and hangs up the phone.

A/N: I'm soooo sorry for the super duper long wait in between chapters. I've had internet issues and school and volleyball season has started so I have like no time to write… but here's something to satisfy your fan fiction needs. I hope you enjoy, and, please REVIEW!!! (I need a song for the next chapter!! But it has to be Kelly Clarkson!)