Insecure

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell.

Praying - Kesha

It had been hours. Hours since I sat down with Niall, Harry and an officer. Hours since the officer told us to sit tight and wait for an investigator, Harry has been holding my hand reassuring me the entire time as Niall tries to assess the situation.

Then the door opens and Niall's face drops as a middle aged woman enters, my stomach heaves and Harry squeezes my hand as Michael enters the rooms as well followed by what I would assume to be an investigator.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Harry snaps as he stands up.

"I'm Mrs. Donavan, Mr. Watson's layer. We would like to hear what he is being accused of from the source." She says and I immediately dislike her, Niall shoots Harry a look and he sits down as Michael sits across from me with his lawyer and the investigator on the other side.

"Miss Andrews I'm detective Jones, will you please tell me what you told the officer earlier?"

"Her interview was tapped, why don't you listen to it rather then force my client to relive it again especially in front of her abuser?" Niall asks in an authoritative voice.

"Because we have reason to believe your client is being coerced by her boyfriend." Detective Jones retorts as Michael smiles at at Harry smugly.

"That's bullshit! I'm the only reason why the abuse stopped, if she hadn't of met me he would still be beating her into submission!" Harry growls.

"Have you witnessed this abuse Mr....?" The bitchy lawyer asks.

"Mr. Selley." Harry lies, giving him what I recognize to be his mother's maiden name. "And yes, I have. I stopped him from hitting her, I've seen him hit her, I've heard him threaten her and I've seen the bruises on her body." Harry adds.

"Are you sure those are bruises from him and not you?" She asks with her brow cocked and I could feel Harry's anger boil over. "My client claims he witnessed you sexually abuse Miss Andrews." She adds as Harry jumps up.

"It doesn't matter what your client claims, Miss Andrews is not pressing charges against Mr. Selley is she?" Niall snaps as Harry sits back down. "We have proof that Mr. Watson carried on an illegal relationship with Miss Andrews, he was 28 and she was 15 at the time of their first sexual contact."

"Which she instigated." Michael sneers looking at me.

"I most certainly did not, I didn't even know what a dick looked like Michael! You manipulated me, you told me if I truly loved you that I had to show you." I explode as Harry squeezes my hand.

"Miss Andrews I will need to ask you not to address Mr. Watson directly." Detective Jones says.

"Then don't let him fucking antagonize her." Harry snaps.

"Mr. Selley I'm not your lawyer but I'd advice you keep your mouth shut, it's been noted in the case file that you attacked Mr. Watson on Thursday as well as last night." Mrs. Donavan warns Harry and Harry scoffs.

"Arrest me then, arrest me for defending my girlfriend from her abusive ex boyfriend." Harry says jumping up.

"Harry sit down." I state calmly and stare Michael in the eyes. "What would you like to know Detective? I have photographic proof of a four year relationship with this man, I have multiple witnesses who have seen my bruises. I have doctors reports, hell I have the remains of our baby he essentially killed! What more could you fucking want!" I state coldly.

"Why now? Why years later?" The detective asks.

"Because he threatened to kill my best friend Emily and her mother if I ever spoke a word. She was all I had, well until Harry." I add softly. "Plus my sister deserves to know the monster she's brought into her house."

"You know I don't give a fuck about Vanessa, I married her to be close to you baby girl. I love you." Michael says softly looking into my eyes.

"That's bullshit Michael and you know it." I spit as I begins to shake.

"Harry take her outside for a moment please." Niall says softly as Harry's arms wrap around me, he leads me outside to the lobby and sits down before pulling me into his lap.

"Shhhhh you're ok baby." He coos as I bury my head into his chest.

"I hate him, I hate him so fucking much Harry." I sob into his shirt.

"I do too babe but he isn't worth your tears." Harry whispers before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You are so strong Sara, I'm so fucking proud of you."

The door to the meeting room opens, Harry and I look up to see Michael with his hands cuffed behind his back. You'd think that the sight would bring me comfort right?

It was the exact opposite.

He had this massive grin on his face as he spoke to his lawyer, a grin I knew all too well. A grin that meant he had manipulated the situation yet again to get what he wanted.

Michael was lead away by an officer as Niall comes out of the room with a defeated look on his face. "Leslie fucking Donavan." He mumbles.

"What's going on Niall?" Harry asks.

"She twisted everything against Sara, it's what she's good at. The DA offered him a plea deal, 6 months in jail and a $50,000 fine." Niall says shaking his head as my body began to tremble.

"No, that can't be it. I didn't relive this shit for six fucking months." I snap as Harry tries to console me.

"That's not the worst part Sara, he may never have to serve a single day. His lawyer argued that a rehab facility would be better suited for him then jail, that way he can deal with his sexual addiction." Niall elaborated.

"Or they could just chop off his dick." Harry sneers.

"Sara, if Michael plays his cards right he could be out in as little as ninety days."