Wild hearts run free (Joe Elliott fanfic)

Ch10 A long fight

******All warnings apply some DV mentioned and rape mentioned

During the awards the band won and performed. I can't really remember what they won. Isabel stood up and wanted to go to Joe. When he said he'd like to thank his wife she sat back down and tried to comfort me. I wasn't upset, had expected it. The only thing that got me upset was I was supposed to be his friend or fiancée and he didn't even tell me.

I was more worried about her. I also couldn't believe that neither of the Rick's told me and was upset with them for a bit. Isy turned four not too long ago and she was like her father in every way. Very bright and intelligent. Only now he wasn't acting so bright. I had later found out that was due to drugs and alcohol.

He had agreed to me that no matter what he would always be my friend. After I cared for him when he was sick, he had done a complete turn about. The paper Stormy had handed me was summons to appear in court with Isy and Rick.

So Rick and I got the best lawyer since Joe was forcing him to. Rick was shocked because the whole entire tour Joe never said anything to him. Now all of sudden it was being questioned as to whether Isy was even his. The court lasted for about 2 days. The summons also stated that if Isy was his that him and his wife were going to push for custody of her.

We all agreed to the DNA test. He even dragged poor Sav into it. Sav was more than willing to prove he wasn't her father. On the second day they put me on the stand and the test results had been rushed back. No one knew what they were but myself, Rick and our lawyer. Sav came in for support although he wasn't taken sides. I understood. I just wanted the whole thing to be over with and by that day so did everyone else.

"Ms. O'Mallery, for the record is it true in yer medical records it states and I quote that yer husband is that man over there Mr. Joseph T. Elliott the second?" My lawyer started out the questions.

"Ahe" I said looking at Joe and he whispered in his lawyer's ear.

His lawyer stood up and said, "Objection, dat's not legal proof. Mr. Elliott told doctors in 83' and 84' he was related to her so he could get information on her condition. He never said he was married to her. Her medical records are not the issue." He sat back down.

"Noted, overruled. Please proceed with yer client." The judge said.

Joe then lowered his eyes and kept them down at the desk fidgeting with his hands. "Is it true you've known and loved him since he was a lad?" My lawyer said.

"Ahe." I said.

His lawyer stood up again, "Objection, this line of questing is not relevant to the case again."

"Overruled. Their past is not the case today." The judge said.

"Ms. O'Mallory is it true he was in fact engaged to you when he left out on tour and even acknowledged the fact Isabella Star was his?" My lawyer said.

"Yes, he said he wanted me to wait for him to come home." I said.

"Yer honor where is this going?" Joe's lawyer said getting frustrated.

"Yer honor I have here the DNA results and it is an exact match to Mr. Elliott." Everyone was in an uproar as he handed the papers to the judge. Joes wife, Stormy got up and started shouting,

"It's all lies. Don't listen to them Joe. She wants yer money." The judge was looking over the papers and Joe sat up fully in his chair. He handed the papers to Joe's lawyer and slammed the gavel down.

"Order, Mrs. Elliott will you please leave the court room." She had been yelling things since the whole thing started. She stormed out as Joe sat there covering is face after his lawyer showed him the papers.

"Ms. O'Mallery there are rumor's you're doing or saying this for his money. Fame, fortune etc. is this true?" Joe's lawyer said standing up.

I looked at Rick and he slouched down in his chair knowing what I was going to say and signed not to. I looked at Joe for a second and he looked at me. "As far as Oi'm concerned Mr. Elliott can shove his money where the sun doesn't shine. He has no right to come into me life whenever he wants and make a muck of it." Everyone again was in an uproar and Sav fell out of his seat from laughter.

Joe turned to look at him and he stood up laughing, "Sorry." The judge banged the desk.

"Order. Five-minute recess. Mr. Elliott, Ms. O'Mallery I'd like a word with you in privet without counsel." We both stood up and Isy got up in Rick's lap. We went in as Rick just waved at me that he had her. Joe dragged his feet in the room.

He looked tired and like he didn't really want to be there. He plopped down in the chair and just stared off into space. "Mr. Elliott do you really want to proceed custody of yer daughter?" The judge said sitting down.

"No." He said horsed and clearing his throat. "I'm on the road 99% of the time but I would like to see her whenever possible." He said again in a harsh voice. He had stained it big time a few days ago and was trying not to speak much.

"I understand you've just come off a long tour and yer voice is strained a little. I also understand its yer wife wanting this not you, dat correct?" Joe shook his head yes. "Ms. O'Mallery do you deny him visitation or custody of Isabella Star provided that he agrees he won't take off with her or allow his wife near her?"

"Yes of course. Oi have no problem with him seeing her when he wants. Oi just don't want no one else raising her expect us."

"Does this sound good Mr. Elliott?" Joe shook his head again. "Good then its settled. From here on in you two are to meet halfway with the visitation. Mr. Elliott all you 'ave to do is name a place, time and for how long. Yer wife is not to take part in these visits. Rick Allen has waved the adoption papers. He made it clear it was temporality. Until such time when you, Mr. Elliott would step in. So from now on Isabella Star Elliott-Allen will be just Elliott. Yer dismissed. Oh and one more thing. Ms. O'Mallery I'd like a word with you alone a few." Joe looked at me then stormed out. "Ms. O'Mallery, you're not the multibillion-dollar O'Mallery are you?"

"Ah, maybe."

He laughed. "Now I know why you said what you did about the money. Can I 'ave yer autograph please?" I signed something for him and said to him walking out the door.