Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Day One of Trial

 We were parked outside of the courthouse, waiting for the clock to strike noon. All morning long I had been trying to mentally prepare myself, but nothing seemed to work. With two years of separation, you would think that I would be mentally prepared enough to tackle these next few days with courage and bravery. 

My lawyer was inside of the building, making sure that everything was in place and ready to go. Dad was sitting next to me, tapping the steering wheel lightly as he ate a breakfast burrito. 

"You need to eat something, little Seneca. It'll calm your nerves," he suggested.

"Yeah, sure. And throw it all up again? Smart idea, dad," I snarled.

"I was just trying to help. Calm down, honey. Everything's going to be okay. They're going to lock him up for good, sweetheart. When this trial ends on Monday, you won't have to worry about Nick for the rest of your life."

"What if they let him go free? What if he comes after me?" 

"He won't!" Dad exclaimed. "There's enough evidence to convict him. And besides, you have Jon, now. He won't let anything bad happen to you."

I felt like a horrible girlfriend for not telling him about the horrific chapter of my life, for not telling him that I will be in court for a solid four days, for lying to him when he was completely honest with me all the time. He had called me this morning, asking how I was feeling without him there. I said that I felt lonely and miserable. I wasn't lying. I needed him now more than ever, but I wasn't ready to tell him. I promised myself that after the Slammys, I would tell him everything.

There was a moment of silence before dad put a hand over mine and asked,"When are you going to tell him about all of this, little Seneca?"

I pulled away and leaned my head against the window. "On Monday, dad. On Monday."

Inside, there were people running all about. Secretaries carrying portfolios, interns carrying coffee, law enforcements guiding people to and from court rooms, and at least three judges having a serious discussion in a corner. Some people dared to look in my direction and smile. Others smirked and whispered fervently to their friends, their eyes never leaving mine. I didn't think the environment could be anymore hostile...until I lifted my head and saw Nick's parents staring me down from a bay window. And they did not look to happy to see the Cena quartet at all.

David and Bonnie Black were some of the nicest yet most judgemental people that I had ever met. When Nick had taken me to their home to meet them for the first time, his mother had instantly disapproved of me. She made it well-known that she did not like me but Nick's father took to me fast. 

It took awhile. I walked on thin ice for several months, but during a Christmas party, she confronted me and welcomed me to the family at last. David and Nick couldn't have been any happier. But then when the discovery of my infertility came about, I was afraid to tell them that their only son would not bear children with me. They didn't find out about that until Nick was booked in jail with the bail set at $10,000.

Bonnie eyed me from head-to-toe, her body too big for the magenta power suit that she was wearing. I wanted to claw her eyes out.

A male cop with ginger hair guided us into one of the courtrooms. Around that time, the jury poured in and so did my lawyer. He ran over the game plan with John and I, reminding us to include every minute detail of that night. 

"Honey, do you want to stay over at my house tonight? I can bake some of those cinnamon cookies that you like," my mom asked, gently stroking my hair.

"Yeah," I admitted, more tears falling down my face. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

"You're going to get through this, Brittany. We're going to make sure that Nick's going to be locked up, I promise. Brendan is a wonderful lawyer. He's never lost a case," she said, trying to distract me.