Fat Girl In A Little Coat 2

Part 17

Seven am, Billy wakes me up as he was getting up himself. "Come on, time to get up. Pipi said that he would make us breakfast."

Today no one was going to be in this chipery mood. Slowly sitting up as I looked around my bedroom. I rubbed the crust out of my eyes. Up from the bed as Billy was coming out. His hands placed on my shoulders.

"Hey we're in this together. Rather you want me to be there or not. You hear me?" I nod. Hugging me not to tight, but it was a long enough hug.

After that I got dressed, went downstairs we ate breakfast. Joyce and Hopper walked into the house because they were coming the first day and Steve with Laurie will come tomorrow.

My stomach started to act up, it could be morning sickness, or nerves. Both maybe. I didn't even feel like eating. All I wanted to do is skip and then eat with I come home. But I know being pregnant that wouldn't work.

Billy and I got into the car along with Joyce and Hopper and Pipi. In the drive Billy and I stayed quiet until we got to the court. Small little room, him chained up. To the table and floor. Now who likes it? I sat down looking at him as Billy sits right besides me and started to whisper. "Don't look at him. It's about him staying in here."

I smiled at Billy as I nod. My focus wasn't on him or court I just wanted to be home in my room, rubbing my belly and day dreaming. I wasn't called up like I thought I would be on this day. They were playing video after video when I was little and well... I don't want to put anyone else through. But listening to vial things happening, me screaming. I closed my eyes as I wanted to throw up. Billy held my hand. Squeezing my hand as I placed my forehead on his shoulder.

I won't cry. I can't. He will win if I do. Taking a deep breath as I lift my head up. Then they called my name. Here we go.

Standing up my heart beat fast and pounds as well really hard. I sat down, I see him. And whoever this girl is. She looks pissed, while he smiles at me. I look away as I faced the people who love me.

"Victoria is your full name correct?" My lawyer asked.

"Correct. I go by Tory." I stated.

"Tory, do you remember these videos that were taken of you?"

"I do. Most of them were when I was four and up." I looked at my fingers trying not to get angry.

"I'm sorry that we have to do this. Do you remember what the first time was like when the first man rapped you?"

"All I can remember was pian and asking him to stop or for... for.. my... Aston to make it stop." I'm going to take control back. "He wouldn't. Aston continued to let men twice his age from under, come into the room that we stayed in. It would be at a hotel. Never our home."

"What would happen when you did get home? Was he like your dad again?"

"No. I barely saw him. Even when he would want to tuck me in. I would scream. He would get a belt and hit me. Or gag me until I couldn't breathe anymore." I licked my lips.

"And he's supposed to be your father right?"

"Yes. He owed my grandfather a lot of money when my mother passed away. My grandfather would never wanted this. He would rather have smallest payments, then having men coming into the room at night rapping me." I cleared my throat.

"No further questions."

The Aston's lawyer came to ask me questions. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Who would want to believe a four year old? At that age they think, the kids are making it up."

"You're grandfather would believe you why didn't you tell him or Steve your cousin since the two of you are close?"

"I had no proof at the time. They didn't leave me marks. When I got to the age of six. The men got sloppy. That's when I started to talk."

"And they didn't believe you did they?"

"Some didn't. My grandfather did and then Steve."

"You went to therapy when you were ten correct?"

"Correct."

"Did they hypnotize you?"

"They did."

"So right now you could be lying and not realizing."

Shaking my head. "No. That's not what that was for. They were trying to help me forget. I woke up in night terrors. I would hurt myself every morning to stop the hell that I went through every night. I wouldn't want to wish this upon anyone."

"So it is true that you were locked up for hurrying yourself?"

"Yes." I hate talking about it. I looked at Billy who really didn't know about this other than I had went away a long time ago. "I got help. The real help that I needed. They showed me what I was worth. I took medicine that they gave me. So I could be better." I looked away from him. Licking my lips again as I sighed. "So I told myself that Victoria is dead. She needed to stay dead. That Tory was a different person. And it helped for the longest of times." I didn't mean to look at Aston but I did. "That part of my life still lives here. So I moved away, fell in love. And I couldn't be happier." I didn't mention the baby.

Aston looked right at me with a smile as he quickly stood up. Saying. "Baby tell them the truth that this is a lie. I would never hurt-" his lawyer shut him up. I wanted to tell back at him. But I didn't. It would only make it worse. They let me off the stand as I sat right back down. Billy will have a lot of questions to ask. And I don't know if I'm ready to answer them.

When court was dismissed after Aston outburst. Billy and I headed to the car along with Pipi. Billy was quiet as Pipi was talking. "Asshole to think that you would talk back. I'm proud of you princess. To bring up your past like that you handle it like a champ."

"I try." I took one good look at Billy and then looked away. With the gut feeling that Billy will drop off Pipi at home.

And that is exactly what happened. We drove in to highway to a little park that we went to three times. Pulling over, Billy turns off the car leans back further in his seat. "So you want to talk about you going to a a psychiatric hospital."

Looking at my palms, I sighed. "I did hurt myself a very long time ago before the two of us met. I swear I never did it again."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Billy, there lots of things we haven't told each other things that happened a long time ago."

With a sturn voice. "Did you ever think about ending your life still?"

"Do I feel like I fuck things up everyday? Yes. But to end it? Not a chance."

Starting up the car again. "That's all I need to know." While he put the car in drive he said. "You don't fuck anything up Mayflower. You are surviving just like the rest of us." And we drove off.