Orphan

Chapter 55

After our 'wedding', or rather, our marriage. Wedding wasn't the ideal way of describing what had happened yesterday. Anyway, after the occurrences I was quite aware of the ring on my finger. While small, it carried a weight far greater than the diamonds which accented it. As my hand raised up in the framing of light which managed to pour into my cell, I was taken back slightly. It had hit me all at once and I realised just what I had to come to terms with. Not only was I married to this man, my kidnapper, my rapist, a murderer, a criminal and a gang leader, but I was tied to him for the rest of my life. Any hope I once had for my dream life as a child was now completely gone and Harry was going to be a constant in my life. Maybe we had jumped the gun here...we had only ever done this so that we could do it before he was inevitably locked up forever. I frowned as the diamond sparkled slightly, its delicate shimmer may as well have been a ray of sunshine the way it had blindsided me. This was no doubt going to be all over the news as soon as it got leaked.

"Get up, time for your boyfriend to go to prison for a long time." A guard announced walking up to the cell doors as I stood to my feet frowning. "Whoa, don't be mistaken there its husband now. Yeah, they got hitched yesterday. Beautiful service truly." Another taunted as he opened the gate and cuffed me. I rolled my eyes at their childish games. But they were worrying me. This was very sudden, not only the marriage, but Harry moving up the hearing to today. He was psychotic, now I was certain of it. Why would he do this? Purposefully have them move up the sentencing when we had so much more time to go over things.

We walked through the dingy halls and soon everything went numb. My nerves had skyrocketed, and I had no control over my movements, I froze staring at nothing in particular. I couldn't explain my state, except for blank. That's all that went through my mind. Blank. "What's the hold up over there?" the same guard who came to my cell questioned as he turned around and realised that I had stopped walking. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words had managed to come out. I hiccupped slightly as I drew back a breath and tried to speak, once again, nothing. "Are you okay?" he questioned as I broke down in tears and crumbled to the floor along with my sanity. I had no idea what to do. What was going to happen after this? What was I going to do if they had to be locked up forever? How could I go back home after all this? Nothing is going to be the same again. "Hey! Don't start trying that catatonic shit with me, get going don't test my patience!" he scolded as I stood still, trying my best to remain calm.

He gripped my arms and started shaking me violently, earning the attention of everyone else surrounding us. As if on cue, Harry had walked out in cuffs, eyes lit with fury at the sight of me being man-handled by anyone other than himself. "Leave her alone!" he scolded attempting to lunge forward at the guard, breaking free from the ones which were restricting him. With a speed I never knew he had, Harry was sprinting towards us before other guards had jumped him and got hold of him. I shook my head slightly, trying to withhold the tears as I looked to the floor. "I'm fine. I'm fine, I promise." I lied, following the guard to the car as we drove to the official Court, where the hearing would be held. One by one, we got out of the police vehicles. Protestors and members of the town were stood outside along with the press, all urging for some form of justice. I cringed hearing their vicious attacks at everyone, their relentless questions burning holes in my brain as a police man shielded me from the flashing lights and the microphones. Once inside and everything had settled slightly, I stood awaiting the judge. The judge entered, and you could hear a pin fall in that courtroom. In front of me sat the boys, dressed in orange and accessorised with cuffs, I couldn't help but feel terrible at the mere sight. On the other side of the room, a jury sat – doe eyed, yet hungry for bloodshed. I frowned as a stifled cry was heard, a familiar one. As I cocked my head to the side, I noticed a familiar brunette, Hunter. A small smile plastered on his face as he stared down Niall – who looked about ready to jump him. But then my eyes caught glance of the very people I had completely isolated from my memory in order to stay sane. My parents. They looked ghastly, just as Hunter had described. Tears filled my eyes to the brim as we made eye contact for the first time in months. I smiled bitterly at the familial group while my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach. I should be happy... why am I not happy?

I let out a shaky breath, turning my head back to the front, staring down at my lap immediately, unable to face the judge head on. All the missed hours of preparation, talks with lawyers, all of it just gone with the wind because of Harry's rushed decision. Maybe this is what he wanted. To be locked up forever, he didn't want to give his own lawyer a chance to defend him. There was nothing to defend in the first place I guess. "Everything okay...with you, I mean?" Abby mumbled softly as she faced me, I nodded slowly feeling the heat rise from the tips of my toes to my face. "I didn't want this. Didn't want em to be locked away." I frowned, she nodded slowly placing a hand on my knee. "Don't. I know you don't mean any of it. I don't want your false sympathy." I sighed moving her hand away. "What are y-"

"I'm talking about how you wanted this. You wanted them caught you said so yourself in the last session. You just want to be free of them. So, you don't need to fake it with me. You're happy, just be happy." I muttered out playing with my fingers. "You don't know anything."

"I know enough! Stop telling me that, when I've done more here in a couple months than you have in all these years." I brought down my voice as I cleared my throat. "Oh...Yeah. Like get em caught huh?" she scoffed, I closed my eyes tightly as if that would block out the unfortunate reality of the present situation.

"I did not get them caught, it was your stupid boyfriend's fault." I sassed rolling my eyes as Niall's head instinctively turned at the sound of the conversation. "Listen yo-" Abigail began, before the courtroom erupted in a frenzy of gasps and objections. I looked up in shock as the jury made their way back out. I hadn't even realised they had left in the first place. This had all been happening too fast, the court hadn't even had a break yet. "What the fuck is going on, this cannot be right? How is this happening like this?" Abigail questioned with furrowed brows. I couldn't help, but agree with her – that is, until my eyes made contact with an icy pair of green ones while a smirk fell on his devilish lips.