A/N: This stuff is true about my life.

I laughed following Brian up the driveway. We walked inside, and raced up the stairs to the kitchen. He beat me, and yanked the freezer open. I grabbed two spoons licking them and handed him one as he set the ice cream down on the table. He pried the top off and we dug in. After a few bites, "Ok, that's good. Let's put it back."

"I want another one," I dug my spoon in pulling out a huge chunk. I put the whole thing in my mouth.

"Stop it!" he swatted at me. I kept the spoon in my mouth as I dodged it, laughing. I pulled it out with ice cream still on it, and stuck my tongue out at him. I put the ice cream back in and walked over towards the sink when he shoved me over. I landed on my stomach with my head to the side, the spoon still in my mouth. I struggled to breathe the ice cream not helping.

He got on top of me, and started humping me. I got my hand up and ripped the spoon out of my mouth. "What are you doing!? Get off of me!"

"Shut up!"

"You're hurting me!" I yelled at him and hit him on the head with the spoon. He rolled off of me. I got up leaving the spoon on the floor and went into the bathroom.

There was a knock on the door. "Aimee, I'm sorry. Let me in."

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said. Just as I sat down and started to go he forced his way into the bathroom. "Brian! Get out!"

"I've never seen a girl pee before," he came over and watched me. As soon as I was done, I shoved him away and ran out. I went up the ladder to my bedroom in the attic. He followed me. "Do you want to have sex?"

"No!"

"Do you even know what sex is?"

"No!" I said annoyed with him and afraid.

"It's when someone puts their penis inside of someone's vagina. I knew that when I was in third grade. I was smarter then, than you are now," I ignored him looking through my stuff. "So do you want to?"

"Do I want to what?"

"Have sex?"

"No! Leave me alone! Get out of my room," I picked up the book I'd been looking for and plopped on my bed.

"I think we should," he sat down next to me. I scooted away. "C'mon, it'll be fun. It feels good," he said grabbing my wrist. He pulled me back to him.

"Brian, I don't want to!" I tried pulling away, but he was a lot stronger than me. He made me roll over and he got back on top of me. "Brian! Stop! Stop! C'mon," I said giggling nervously. "Brian please," I whined this time. He kissed me on the lips. He pushed his tongue in, I jerked away. He stuck his hand in my pants. "Brian! No!" I wriggled around trying to get away. He yanked on my hair hard.

"Stop it! You will enjoy yourself!" he kissed me and then pulled his and my pants down.

"Please," I said really crying now. I looked down and cried harder. He pushed inside of me. I screamed wanting him to stop. He clamped his hand over my mouth and kept going.

"Johnston!" I jumped and fell off the bed onto the floor. "You have a visitor."

"Damn, you're real popular," Rachel said. I picked myself up and the guard led me to the visitors area. This time I was in a little room, and Detective Stabler was sitting there.

"Aren't I supposed to have a lawyer?" I asked irritated.

"If you want one. I just wanted to talk to you."

"Fine," I sat down.

"You know we've been finding out a lot about you and you're family. You were adopted when you were fifteen months because your alcoholic, drug addict parents didn't feed or bathe you. You were born four months early and only weighed 1 pound 11 ounces."

"So?"

"You had a hard start to your life, and then when you were adopted you were in and out of the hospital constantly because you were sick, or they were routine visits to have your growth checked out. You didn't walk until you were three. You're a great sister to your little brothers."

"What does all of this have to do with anything?"

"We went through your notebooks."

"Which ones?" I gripped the table.

"From your room. I know that you find older men attractive like your geometry teacher, and your history teacher. Also, Gerard Pique whoever he is."

"Shakira's baby daddy and a soccer player for Columbia. Don't forget Raphael Nada the tennis player. Is it a crime that I find these men attractive?"

"No. I find it amusing. My daughters like them two." I folded my arms.

"I still don't know what you want."

"Why can't we just talk?"

"Because you interrupted my nap."

"You can sleep here?"

"A lot easier than at home," I covered my mouth.

"Why couldn't you sleep at home?"

"The noise."

"I'm sure this place gets real quiet at night. Do you want to know what else we found in your note book?"

"I want to know why you're here. You're a police officer. You don't visit, a seventeen year old murderer just to have a conversation."

"How do you know? You could provide me with some info," he pulled out his phone. "My partner was talking to your mom."

"H- how is she?"

"Pissed at you," I bowed my head. "She just told my partner that a few years ago when you guys lived in Vermont she was pushed down the stairs by her partner and she broke her ankle." I swallowed hard remembering that night. "She said that you went to the hospital with her, and one of the nurses said you had a hickey."

"So? I was kissing someone."

"You were what 10?"

"9," I corrected.

"How do you kiss when you're 9? My daughter kissed her boyfriends on the cheek." I didn't answer. "Are you going to say that you were sleeping with your brother already?"

"What if I was?"

"Did you even know what sex was when you were 9?"

"I sure as hell found out!" I wanted to hit myself. If he kept annoying me I was just going to tell him the truth.

"Elizabeth talked to us. She's worried about you."

"She's a liar. She likes to make things up."

"Oh really?"

"Guard!" I called out. "Good bye Detective," I was taken away.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"I think I got close a few times. How'd it go with the mother?"

"She's confused now. She gave me all the DVD's in her sons room though. I'm still going through them. No sign of the video of him and Aimee. This kid had enough porn, you can take over for a while," I passed him the remote and left him in there.