Saving You.//n.h

51.

-Heather's P.O.V

Today was the day, the day I would found out if I was guilty or innocent. I think we know what I am, but according to Max and Clayton I'm guilty. I sat on the cell floor in silence, sense my cell mates were snoring on the bunk they shared together. I haven't slept, I've tried to sleep but it doesn't help. I've lost a few pounds from my lack of food, and my skin has gotten extremely pale. I don't even remember the last time I've been in the sun. I was able to shower, so that was actually good, I didn't feel clean though. I felt dirty sitting in the cell, hearing the clock tick making my stomach fill with nervousness. Being in here for a week sucked, especially not seeing your family.

"Foster, lets go." Mike the officer unlocked the cell door, I pushed myself up. He cuffed my arms behind my back before he cuffed my feet also, well lets hope I don't trip and fall. He locked up the cell, as two different officers grabbed one of my arms, leading me towards the court room. I could feel my heart beating through my ears, I was nervous. When I stepped into the court room, all eyes were on me. My eyes scanned the benches for my family, when I noticed them all sitting in a line together. It went my mom, Ami, Paul, Elizabeth, Luke, Niall, Louis, Harry, Zayn, Liam and Lola. My mom gasped loudly as she stared at me, probably from the damage done to my face. I was sat in a roller chair next to my lawyer, Marcel. I looked to my right, seeing Max and Clayton smirking at me while their lawyer was eating a donut. I gave them a death glare before turning my attention towards the front of the room.

"All rise." Everyone stood up, before sitting back down. "Today we have Heather Foster here with a murder of Dylan O'Brien." I heard a sob from behind me, making me turn around. The O'Briens sat right behind me. "We have Clayton and Max Ewell here with the kidnap of Heather Foster. Heather would you please come to the stand." I stood up, my chains hitting against the floor as I walked up to the stand, sitting next to the old judge.

"Heather where were you on the night of December fifth before you were kidnapped?" He asked, my eyes searched the crowd meeting Niall's blue orbs.

"At my boyfriends." I spoke, not breaking the eye contact.

"What happened when you were at your boyfriends?" He asked, I turned my attention towards him then back to Niall.

"Max, Clayton and Macy showed up. Clayton held me against him as Max held Niall. Clayton threw me in the back of a van." He nodded, continuing to ask questions.

"How long were you their for?"

"Two weeks." I spoke with no hesitation, I looked at Max who was glaring at me. If looks could kill, i'd be dead right now.

"Please tell me what happened, from day one." I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring at Niall.

"I was locked up in a room, there was a twin size bed with weapons that laid on the floor, there were pictures of my boyfriend and I on the walls-" I was interrupted by the judge.

"What kind of weapons?" He asked.

"Knifes, whips, rags, needles." He nodded, informing me to continue.

"He forced me to sleep in the room, Dylan watched me the first night. The next night, Max had told me we were making a video for Niall. I didn't obey, he cuffed my legs and hands to the bed post. He then took off my pants and started to whip me," my voice cracked as I heard gasps from the crowd, I looked over at my mother only to see her and Ami were crying. "While the video was still on and Clayton was still in the room, he raped me." I squeaked out, several whispers came from the crowd.

"Judge, I have some questions." Max and Clayton's lawyer spoke as the judge nodded, the lawyer stood up from his chair shoving his hands into the pocket of his slacks.