Author's Note:

What would you do if your parents were murdered in front of your sister? What would you do if your sisters was brutally raped in front of your parents' eyes and then forced to watch them be killed, execution style? What would you do if she was then left for dead, only to be found by an off duty cop hours later?

This is the story of Jennifer Sanchez. She goes from living with her parents and two older brothers to just living with her brothers in a matter of hours. This is her story.

(AN-Don't hate me. But it popped into my head while I was listening to her new song Que Hiciste.)

(AN- There will be some raciest remarks in this story. I am not raciest myself, however I do know someone that is. Please don't be offended by this story. If you don't like it, just submit a review and I will delete it.)

Will be in italics.

That Was Then:

My parents owned a store in the Bronx. We had a lot of friends within the neighborhood that would always stop by and say hi. But on July 24, 2002, my life changed forever. I was closing the store like I do almost every night when outta nowhere these four men come bursting in. I screamed which got my ma and pa's attention and they came outta the back. One of the men grabbed my arm and pulled me from behind the counter and threw me on the ground. I recognized him almost immediately. He was a boy I had refused to go out with because I didn't want to ruin our friendship if we ever broke up.

My mother and father were grabbed, tied up, and forced to watch as each man took his turn raping me. When they were done, they dragged my mother and father over so that I could see them. And then they killed them. They put the gun to my father's forehead and pulled the trigger. My mother screamed, but her scream was cut short as the man pulled the trigger and a bullet was in my mother's forehead.

They left me for dead. I was able to crawl to the door and pull it open. Some passerby's in a car had stopped at a red light and one of them looked out of their window right as I pulled the door open. My strength was spent and I collapsed. They called 911 and the next thing I remember is being loaded into an ambulance with someone holding my hand.

"Momma?"

"Sh…you're safe. Don't try to talk, your throat has been cut on one side but you're gonna be taking care of. I'm coming with you to the hospital, so you won't be alone. By the way my name is Olivia Benson."

"Where's my momma and pappa?"
"They're coming to the hospital too. So don't you worry about a thing, okay?"

I fell unconscious again and didn't regain consciousness until after the rape exam was done and my throat was stitched up. When I came too, Olivia Benson was sitting in a chair at my bed and three other cops were sitting around the room. Moaning, I tried to sit up. They were on there feet within a couple seconds.

"Hey, take it easy now. You don't want to strain yourself. Do you remember me?"

"You're Olivia Benson."
"Yes I am, but I'm also a detective and this is my partner, Detective Elliot Stabler. And these two cops are Detectives Tutuola Finn and John Munch."

"What kind of name is Tutuola?"

"A good one. Do you remember what happened?" Finn asked.

"I was closing store when four men, including Josh Hankman, came bursting in. When I screamed my ma and pa came runnin' from the back and they were immediately tied up. Josh grabbed my arm and pulled me from behind the counter and threw me to the ground. They each took their turn with me and then they killed my ma and pa, execution style. Then they left, figuring I'd bleed to death, but I as able to crawl to the door and open it up. I saw a car and someone look at me before I passed out. Then I remember waking up when I was being put into the ambulance and then waking up here."

"Who's Josh Hankman?"

"A guy I refused to go out with because I didn't want to ruin our friendship if we ever broke up. I told him I just wanted to be friends, but I guess he took it harder than I thought."

"Do you have anyone we can call?"

"My brothers Hector and Jake Sanchez. They should be home from work by now. They both work two jobs to help support my life style."

"Oh, and what is your life style?"

"I love to sing. I'm going to be a famous singer one of these days. You should listen to some of my music."
"We will, I promise. Now get some rest and we'll get to calling your brothers."

They left my room and the nurse came in and gave me some medicine so that I would sleep better. A couple minutes later I was asleep, resting peacefully, for now.