A\N: Hello my beautiful Angels! Chapter 4 of Exhaustion reveals secrets is updated. I'm not sure how long this story will be with it being my first Motive story I've done, bear with me.

Anyways, onto the next chapter.

It had been two days since Betty Rogers had passed out in the morgue and the two closest people in her life had found that was a cutter, something had never wanted anyone to know. Oscar Vega, a homicide detective, had stayed with her, despite her wanting him to leave. He hadn't left her side at all since she was admitted to the hospital and had declared that because she wasn't trusted to be by herself, that she would be staying with him until she was sleeping all night.

She was leaving the hospital today with Oscar taking her back to his place and she was glad it was him and not Angie. Whereas Angie would demand information about her scars, Oscar would wait patiently until she opened up herself without pressing her about it. Betty was sitting on the bed, dressed in jeans and sweater and sneakers. She didn't think she could manage walking in heels, even with two nights of medicated sleep. The room is quiet, save for her breathing, Oscar had finally left her alone to get her discharge papers, if it was only for a few minutes.

She was nervous about staying with Oscar, even if it was for a few days, thankfully she hadn't had any nightmares while in the hospital, but that could change and she wasn't sure how to explain to Oscar what they were about should she have one and he asked. She decided to tell him, if any of those two things happened while she was staying with him. Though she hoped to God they wouldn't.

The door opened to reveal Oscar who was carrying her discharge papers with a smile on his face. "You ready to get out of here?" He had asked while handing her the papers and pen to sign. She only nodded mutely.

It didn't take long for the paperwork to be signed and for her to be out of the hospital's care with a prescription for sleeping medication. An hour or so later, Betty was sitting in the passenger seat of Oscar's car, headed towards his place. She hadn't spoken to him since he revealed that he and Angie knew about her scars. She wanted to throttle the doctor for telling her friends her most kept secret when he had come to check on her but had settled on snapping at him instead.

She hoped that she wouldn't be asked any questions about her scars.

It was nearing 1 am and Betty couldn't sleep, her brain was too noisy, it kept sending her flashes of her past. She thought she had buried her past in the deepest, darkest corner of her brain, but it was apparent that she hadn't and knew that the only way to rebury it was to talk about it, however much she didn't want to. So that realization found her sitting on Oscar's couch with a cup of hot chocolate, Oscar sat next to her, with his own hot chocolate.

"I know you want to hear why I cut, so I'll tell you somethings, but you will not tell anyone, not even Angie, is that clear?" She ordered the detective who nodded his head almost immediately. Betty took a deep breath and started to talk, her mind taking her back in time.

"I was almost 5 years old when I first learned that my mother hated me and was emotionally abusive towards me, though I didn't know that it was called abuse at that age. I learned that word when I was 10/11

Flashback:

Four year old Betty Rogers was smart: she knew how to read her books, she knew how to count to ten, she knew how to dress herself, she knew a lot of things, but she didn't know why her Mommy would say mean things to her. Things that made her cry and feel sad. But she tried to ignore them, she knew her Mommy was sad at Daddy leaving them so she was making Betty sad too so they could be sad together, though Mommy didn't want to cuddle or sit together and read stories with her, Mommy didn't want to do anything with Betty, since Daddy had left, all Mommy wanted to do was make Betty sad and cry. She didn't like Mommy when she made Betty sad.

Currently, Betty was standing in the living room trying not to cry while Mommy said hurtful things to her.

"You're the reason your Daddy left us because you always wanted to do something!" Her Mommy screamed in her face, Betty willed herself not to step back away from Mommy as spittle hit her face. "No it wasn't!" Four year old Betty said as she tried to change her Mommy's mind, her lower lip trembled. Mommy looked at her, her face angry. "Yes it was! You're worthless, you're nothing!" Mommy screamed. She let the tears slowly fall down her little face. While she knew Mommy didn't mean what she was saying, it hurt anyway.

One question floated to her head as she ran back to her room, closing her door and jumping face first onto her bed:

Why did Daddy leave?

End of flashback

Betty came out of the flashback and stopped talking to Oscar as tears slipped down her face. To this day, she still didn't have an answer to the question and she'd long given up hope that she'd get one. During her flashback and telling him a little bit of her childhood, Oscar had wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer toward him, though she didn't even notice.

"I'm so sorry that that happened to you, Betts, but you know your Mom was wrong, right? You're not worthless and you're not nothing." Betty had shook her head, it was nice of Oscar to try and convince her that the things her Mom had spewed at her weren't true, she couldn't ignore the effects the words had had on her. "I didn't know, she spewed stuff like that at me for years, until I had had enough and moved away to college and even then it took me years to completely disbelieve everything she told me." Betty had said before she looked at the time on the clock on Oscar's wall: 4:00. 4 hours she had spoken about her mother and the start of her emotional abuse, it certainly didn't feel like four hours to her. She was glad Oscar hadn't questioned her about anything she had just said.

Oscar kissed her hair as she leaned against him, finding warmth and comfort in him as she finally fell into a dreamless and nightmare free slumber for the third night in a row.

Oscar sat in silence once Betty started talking a little bit of her childhood where she revealed that her Mom became emotionally abusive to her at age four when her father left. He was angry, furious even, at Betty's mother. Who could tell a four year old that she was worthless and nothing and blame the girl for her father leaving?! It made absolutely no sense to him at all. Why would a mother do that to her child?

He knew that Betty's mother was wrong, and that Betty still clearly believed what her mother told her as a child, even if she didn't show it.

He'd make it his life's mission to reverse the effects of Betty's mothers words.

A\N: We're starting to get into Betty's background! Enjoy this weekend, Angels.