"All rise for Judge Stanton," the police officer says. We stand and the man walks in. I watch him look between both us and him. I look over and notice he has no one supporting him or defending him.
"Sir where is your lawyer?" the judge asks him. Everyone looks at my attacker and he stands up.
"I don't have an attorney because I'm guilty," he says. My eyes widen and I look at the judge.
"Okay. Lets get this over with. Of like the plaintiff to come up to the stand and explain everything that happened." I stand and walk around the table. The police officer holds the small door for me and I sit in the seat.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? So help you God."
"Yes." The officer nods and stands back at his area. I look at the judge then the jury and finally my attacker. "My fiancé had just left thirty minutes before to go to the grocery store for dinner. I stayed at home to get everything ready for our date night. Ryan and Ricky had gone to their girlfriends house so we had the place to ourselves. That never happens you see. So I planned out this whole evening for us. When Chris was to come home he would have found a note in the kitchen that said 'I have a gift for you upstairs.' His gift was me. I had stripped down and presented myself on our bed. I knew Chris would be home any minute so I grabbed our handcuffs to chain me to the bed. We like to do that sometimes. I heard the front door open and got excited because I thought it was him, but then I saw that man standing in my doorway. Wearing all black and a baseball hat. I tried to cover myself but I was chained and the key was on the dresser. My attacker, the defendant, came over to me and spread my legs as far as they can go. Then he shoved himself in me. I pled for him to stop, that Chris was going to be home any minute, but he continued and yelled at me to shut up. Then he told me to come. I refused and he punched me, nearly broke my nose. He aggressively rubbed me and because my body knows what my points are, I came. I was so disgusted with myself after he ejaculated in me and left. Chris came home and took me to the hospital." Everyone looks horrified and some dangerously angry.
"Thank you Miss Hanes. You may return," the judge says quietly. I look at him and notice he wipes his eyes. I get down and quickly go back to my seat. My lawyer pats my knee and stands up.
"Your honor, my clients results for the last doctor visit are here. Would you like to see them?"
"Yes, yes." The officer comes and my lawyer gives him my medical folder. The folder is then given to Judge Stanton. " Okay. Eleanor Hanes, your medical record shows that you don't have any STDs. I want you to go back in five months and get checked again. Just in case one decides to pop up. Also it shows you are indeed one month pregnant. Correct?"
"Yes, your honor. But what it doesn't show is that the day prior Chris and I had sexual intercourse so they may be his," I tell the judge. He nods and looks at my file some more.
"Alright. Here's what I'm going to do. You are going to prison because one, the facts all point to you and two, you confessed to doing it. You will be there for twenty years with no possible way of an earlier release and five years probation. Eleanor when you have the babies I want a DNA testing to see who's the father. Also if they are his do you want him to see them?"
"Judge, I will allow him to have a photograph of them if they are his, but he will never get to see them in person," I say looking at my attacker. The defendant nods that he's alright with that.
"Okay. When you are out of prison you will owe ten thousand dollars per child in child support. You will not be allowed to continue working as a decorated police officer."
"Okay," the defendant says.
"Alright case closed and dismissed."
"All rise," the officer says. I watch the judge leave and smile. Chris touches my back and I hug him tenderly.
"Everything will be able to go back to normal and then we can get married and you will have the babies," Chris whispers.
"Would you consider us keeping the twins? Even if they aren't yours?" I ask.
"I have considered it Eleanor. I'd be happy with any children with you. I love you that much."
