Dark night of the soul

Chapter 92

*Sarah's POV*
I check myself in the mirror one more time before we left. My hair was wavy and I had applied a small amount of makeup. I'm wearing high waisted black trousers (like Cordelia Foxx), a cream blouse and black heels.
Today is the day I lock this fucker away for good. I'll do whatever it takes.

We arrive in the court room. I was sat at the front next to my lawyer and on the opposite side of the room sat Danny. He made eye contact with me and gave me a sickly smirk that made my blood boil. I glared at him. "Jesus Sarah if looks could kill he'd be dead by now" Jessica laughed from behind me.

The judge entered the room as we all rose from our seats.
I was called to the stand. As I made my way up the stairs I heard "whore!" Escape from Danny's mouth. Mumbles were heard throughout the room. The judge banged his wooden hammer. "Order in the courtroom", his voice bellowed across the room and everyone fell silent. "Mr Houston if you make another remark you will go back to your cell without a hearing, you understand?"
Lydia began asking me questions. "Mrs Paulson could you please point to the man who sexually assaulted you and tell us what coloured shirt he is wearing" I pointed to the right side of the room. "He's over there wearing a burgundy shirt." I stated.
My hands were shaking as I pointed but Lydia reassured me by giving me a small smile.
"You've told us that he has sexually assaulted you on multiple occasions. The police report states what happened to you on the first night could you please explain to us what happened."
I gulp. This is it. "Well, the cast of American Horror Story and I were at the Paleyfest centre. We had just finished answering questions and speaking to fans. Previous to the show me and my wife, Jessica, had an argument which carried on after so I decided to walk home because we didn't live far from the building. I walked out and took a short cut down an alley way that I was somewhat familiar with and I saw a man walk up to me. He started to talk to me and he slurred his words. I could tell he was drunk because I could smell the alcohol in his breath. He touched me and when I tried to move away he pushed me to the floor where I whacked my head. Then he sexually assaulted me and when he was done he broke my ribs. That's when I blacked out." I explained.
"That's what is stated on the report your honour." Lydia says. Then It's the other lawyers turn.
"Miss Paulson, you told the jury that my client Mr Houston sexually assaulted you twice but you only filed one report, therefore we only have proof of one account of assault. Why did you not file a report the second time?"
It makes me think. Why didn't I?
"Because I filed a report the first time and the police hadn't done anything. What's the point in doing it again?" I explained taking out a tissue and wiping the stray tear.
"Tell me, what happened the second time?" He asks. He's trying to push me.
"Well, I was pregnant at the time, with his child. I was sat there reading a story out loud to my child because I had read online that it creates an early connection. Anyway, once I had finished I heard claps coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a man wearing a large hood so I couldn't make out his face. He said something about me talking to his child and I knew exactly who it was. I recognised his voice but I couldn't put a face to it. I tried to run away from him, I attempted to lock myself in my room but he was too quick on his feet. The next thing I know I was lying on the floor with him on top of me. Minutes later my wife came in and tried to stop him but he tied her up and continued his sick game." My voice begins to shake. "He left and I could see blood. I thought...I thought that he had killed my child" I could feel sick rising in my throat. "Could I please be dismissed?" I ask the judge. "Everyone is dismissed, please return in ten minutes. Thank you" he says banging his hammer and leaving the stand.

I rush out of the courtroom and into the toilets. The next thing I know I'm kneeling in front of the toilet throwing my guts up. "Damn you Danny you fucking bastard!" I shout and hit the stall wall.