Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Nineteen: The Trial

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

It was four days after I was released from the hospital. I'm feeling better and most of my injuries have healed, I just have to be careful with my stomach.

Today was Ben's court trial and I have to be there, since I'm the victim. While I was dressing, I stopped and stood in front of my mirror, looking at my body.

There were a few scars scattered along my stomach and the cuts on my arm weren't deep enough to stick around. I turned and ran my finger over the burns on my back, flinching.

The doctor said they could do nothing about them. I'm stuck with the word 'whore' branded into me for the rest of my life. 

I sighed sadly and quickly got dressed. I put on some light brown pants and a teal blue jumper. I still didn't feel comfortable exposing myself. I have to go to therapy every Wednesday and Friday, because I get horrible nightmares of /him/ and to keep me from going into depression.

Marcel has been taking care of me for the past week and insists on helping me get better. He says he's afraid I'll overdose on my meds or something. I won't do that. No matter how much I want to, I won't.

The boys of One Direction have visited me. Niall provided me with plenty of teddy bears and half empty chocolates. Always eating, that one. Zayn always talks to me on the phone. He's a really chill guy, always makes me feel better about myself. Liam is just a big sweetheart. He's insists on doing things for me when he's over, even though I'm perfectly capable of doing them myself. Louis cracks jokes and makes stupid faces when I'm really upset. There's a reason why he's my favorite. Last, but not least, Harry. He made sure everything was comfortable for me. He paid all of my bills, which I found out later and yelled at him for. They're all really sweet.

I did my normal routine and slowly went downstairs. I saw Marcel sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. He saw me and smiled.

"Good morning..." He said quietly.

"Good morning, warden." He rolled his eyes and I hugged him. He's the only man I've let make physical contact with me since the incident. I trust Marcel completely and I know he'd never hurt me.

"I am not a warden. I'm only here to help you." He said, sipping his hot beverage.

"By help, you mean, watch my every move." I said playfully. He chuckled and then neither of us said anything for a while.

"Today's the day. You nervous?" He prodded gently.

I nodded my head slowly, but smiled. "Everything's going to be fine, right? Nothing to worry about." I said, easing myself.

"Well, we've got to go, so just take your pills and we'll be off." He handed me the three different pills I'm supposed to take daily. One for pain, one relaxant, and one for depression.

I took a cup of water, swallowing then down, Marcel watching me carefully. Worry wart.

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We arrived at the court house and I was literally shaking when we walked through the doors. Marcel hesitantly rubbed my shoulder, calming me down a bit.

We went inside the court room and sat at our designated table, where the lawyer Mami hired sat.

She did everything in her power to make sure I had one of the best lawyers in London.

"Good morning, Ms. Flores. How are you feeling?" He smiled.

I sent him a small smile and shrugged. "Could be worse." He gave me a sad look but nodded at me in encouragement.