Vampiric Fantasy ~12~

Story:

Damien’s Pov

I sat back with Gregory and Tessa in the Lounge room, waiting for my mother and Anabelle to finish up their talk. My father had already gone up since he had to prepare all the paper work and start making some calls.

My mother walked out with a somber smile. She regarded us kindly as she walked out of the room. I waited another few minutes before going to check on Anabelle since she hadn’t come out yet. Past the neutral lounge and through a light beige hallway decorated with an occasional French portrait from the 1300’s. I peered my head inside the room. Anabelle standing and turned to face the door. We shared a mutual smile as our eyes met.

“Your mother says she hopes to be in court on Friday in two weeks.” I stared at her weird.

“That’s fast.”

“She says she’s going to push it in court. She also said she has some connections.” Anabelle shrugged. I nodded.

“It’s late, I’ll show you where you room is.” I told her she nodded fight ing a yawn. I smiled.

Anabelle followed me all the way up to her room- though I expected her to, she couldn’t find this room by herself.

Anabelle’s Pov

Two weeks of staying at Damien’s flew by at an uncomfortable rate. The next day Ivy had to take pictures of my bruises and cuts for evidence. My uncle was taken into custody before the weekend was over. And it seemed as if the whole town was notified that I was out of school, staying at Damien’s and what my uncle had done to me. I don’t like that everything is out in the open. I’ve never liked anything out in the open. I was apprehensive about trial tomorrow. I would have to go on the stand and actually talk about everything in front of a judge and jury. No doubt that people from town and school will be there. It will be a nightmare. Not to mention the reporters that are sure to be there if only for documenting purposes.

I stood pacing outside of the court room. I knew my uncle was waiting in there sitting down in an orange suit I know he would look straight at my with those threatening eyes. My nerves were getting the better of me. I was in the mix of the feeling where my stomach was rising as if I was going down from the top of a roller coaster and nausea. Part of me wanted to run. The other part wanted me to march in there and get this over with. Damien took my hand trying to soothe me. The others were inside but he remained here. He had decided that he would be the one to walk me inside.

Even my breath was shaky- Damien tightened his grip.

“It’s time.” He said. The doors opened and Damien led me down the court aisle. Letting me walk the rest of the way. I could barely focus as I was sworn in and seated on the stand.

I made myself focus on whoever was talking to me and asking me questions and not my uncle’s glares or Damien’s endearing eyes of support. I answered question after question honestly, trying to calm my nerves at the same time. I ended up stuttering a few times. I think I nearly had a heart attack on the final question.

“So how exactly did you end up at Damien’s house?” The prosecutor asked. I gulped. I started off with how he hit me in the morning sending me off to school, while he was drunk. I told them of what I had to wear.

“And then what happened. How did you go from scantily dressed to even less?” he asked. My lip was quivering.

“When I was downstairs. I – Jason pulled me onto his lap and- he- was touching me and my uncle told him to get a room. So my uncle made Jason give him a hundred dollars. Then Jason was dragging me off into a guest bedroom.” I paused. “Jason took off my clothes and was whispering all the things he was going to do to me.” I sniffled. “I struggled and eventually got free by kneeing him in the groin. I didn’t bother grabbing anything, I just ran out the front door.” I took a deep breath. I ran to the corner of Jefferson and Main where the park meets the forest. And I just lay there for a while.” [I’m definitely skipping over the part about the weird voice.] “Then Damien found me.”

“Why was Damien at the park?” The prosecutor asked.

“Well, on my way home from school, he saw my arm bleeding. I blew him off and huffed out in a storm cause I needed to get home fast. And at that point Damien was pretty much figuring out what was wrong. So he probably came to find me.”

“What do you mean he was figuring it out?”

“I didn’t want anyone to know.” I said trying my best not to mumble.

“Why is that? So, then why are you doing this now?”

“I tried to turn him in five months ago, when I first got put in his household. But no one believed me and he got off free.” I stammered. “I didn’t want anyone to know because I figured that if I could survive two more years then I would be free! Jamison wouldn’t keep me there. Once I turned eighteen he’d throw me out because he wouldn’t be getting any more money from the foster care.” I paused. “And face it, no one wants an already grown person. There was no way I was going back into foster care.”

“So then why are you here now?” The prosecutor asked.

“Damien.” I said. “I’m here because Damien convinced me that it was wrong what Jamison was getting away with. He told me it was wrong to run away.” The prosecutor nodded.

Then it was Ivy’s turn and she asked similar questions but I answered them better because I wasn’t as nervous as before. The evidence folder of my bruises and gashes was passed to the jury table.

As soon as I was able to take a breath, the court had broken for the day. I was exhausted as I stepped down from the stand. Most people were making their way out as I joined Ivy, Joseph, and Damien, Gregory and Tessa. I ignored the people from school. However I couldn’t help but glance at Jamison. On his face was a look of pure rage at me. But the look was gone within a second. I jumped back bumping into Damien.

“You ok?” He asked. I nodded for if I tried to speak I knew no words would come out.

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