My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

CHAPTER 39: A DAY IN COURT

Sitting out in the hallway at the courthouse, waiting for our case to be called, I can’t stop my leg from bouncing nervously. Jace literally has to hold it down with his hand, and even then, it doesn’t stop it completely. I don’t think I would be quite as nervous if I didn’t have four pair of eyes burning holes into me from down the hall where my attackers sit and wait with their lawyers and parents. When I take a quick peek in their direction, they all glare except for one. Mason sits a little apart from the other three and has a smirk plastered to his face as he stares at me. I turn back to Jace and my parents who are oblivious to the others. I guess if they can ignore them, I should at least try.

I place my hand over Jace’s that is still on my leg, and I give it a light squeeze. When he glances at me, I smile and mouth the words thank you. He nods and then lifts my hand to place a kiss on top of it. My face heats when I see that my mom noticed Jace” s little show of affection, and she smiles excitedly. My eyes roll at her, but Jace still rumbles under his breath.

“Such disrespect, Precious. That earns you a spanking once we get back home.” Jace raises his brow as he speaks softly to me,

“That wasn’t for you, Jace.” I whisper.

“It doesn’t matter. I plan on breaking you of that eye roll you seem to enjoy using on everyone.” He gives me that stern look, daring me to argue, but I know better. Instead, I give him what I know he likes to hear.

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirks and then kisses my hand once more just as our case is called. He never let’s go of my hand until we get to the front of the courtroom, and I have to go through the little swinging door to sit at the Prosecutor’s table. He doesn’t go far, though. In fact, Jace and my mom sit directly behind me, giving me their strength to make it through this ordeal.

The bailiff asks us to stand as the judge comes into the courtroom. The judge is a man who looks to be in his early fifties, with a scowl painted on his face. I’m not sure if I should take that as a good sign or a bad one, but then I hear my dad’s sudden intake of breath and I glance over at him. There is a tick in my father’s clenched jaw as we are told to be seated. I don’t have to ask him what is wrong because he leans in right away and tells me that this is a different judge than the one that was supposed to preside over this case.

Well, this can’t be good. Why would they replace the other judge? I turn my attention back to the room when I hear a burly voice talking to the Defendants. Of course, as expected, all four plead not guilty, and the hearing begins. When this all started and we went through a grand jury, every juror had agreed on an indictment, giving us hope that the trial jury will see it the same way as the grand jury, but my dad explained that it isn’t always the case. Different evidence can be brought in that could change things around, but we are hoping that since there really isn’t any other possible evidence then it should be an open and closed case, with us coming out as the victors.

One by one, each of my attackers takes the stand to try and defend themselves the best they can. My father is brutal as he asks both Toby and Brandon the questions that he had lined up for them specifically since Toby is the one that held me, and Brandon was the one that was about to rape me. When Kaylee got on the stand, though, my dad played nice at first, until he was sure that Kaylee had let down her guard, and then he laid it on her the worst, because she was the ringleader in all of it.

When Kaylee started her fake tears, I glance over at the jurors and notice that about half are sympathetic to her, while the others show no signs as to how they feel at all. By the time all four are questioned, it’s time for lunch and the judge calls it, telling us that court will resume in one hour. I’m so ready for a break that I quickly leave the courtroom and head for the women’s restroom.

My bladder was about to burst had the judge not called for lunch, so it felt so good relieving myself. I step out of the stall and go straight to the sink to wash my hands and pat my face with some cold water. As I’m bent over the sink, I hear the door open, and to my dismay, hear a nasally voice speak to me as though she has every right to do so.

“Well, look who we have here! Little miss goody-two-shoes who thinks that she’s going to send us to jail over a stupid little prank.” Kaylee stands directly behind me and crosses her arms.

I ignore her completely just like my dad had instructed me to, but Kaylee isn’t having any of it. She steps in my path when I try to leave, and every time I go to walk around her, she follows, blocking my exit each time. Kaylee isn’t the one that scares me, she’s just annoying as hell, but I refuse to give her anything that will work against me in this case, so I just wait her out. I stare at the wall just past her as I ignore every word, which only pisses her off.

“I don’t know what Jace see in you,” she looks me up and down, “You’re a pathetic nerd. Oh, but wait, that’s right, you let him do

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whatever he wants to you, because you’re his little greedy whore, aren’t you?”

Her words send me into a slight panic, because they are the same words that are said on the video. If Mason is the one who took the video, did he show it to the other three as well? I must give something away in my facial expression because Kaylee starts to chuckle.

“You do, don’t you? How many others do you spread your legs for? Who else gets to call you a dirty slut and greedy whore?” | finally glare at her, but she sneers back at me, “I should have let them rape you, you fucking cunt! Then we would have seen if Jace would have still wanted you! You’re nothing but…”

“THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!” A voice cuts her off, but it’s not one that I would have expected. Kaylee’s mom stands in the doorway to the restroom with a bright red face as she glares at her daughter.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Kaylee’s annoyance at her mother’s interruption is noticeable in her voice.

“I could ask the same to you, Kaylee! You know you are not supposed to have any contact with Ella, and not only do you break that order, but the words, also, that I just heard come out of your mouth…” her mother takes a deep breath, “I don’t even know who you are anymore! You need help, especially after what you all did to poor Ella, Why, Kaylee? Just because a boy you liked didn’t like you back? The woman shakes her head with tears in her eyes, “I don’t fault him for not liking you, I wouldn’t want to date a vile girl like yourself either!”

“What are you saying mom?” I hear a bit of hurt in Kaylee’s voice when she asks her mom this question.

“I’m saying that I hope they send you to some kind of treatment center, because you need help, and I no longer wish to have you under the same roof as me and your father. Not until you’ve gotten the help that you need.” Her mom then turns to me, “Please forgive me, Ella. I don’t know where we went wrong in raising her, but we must have somewhere. Please let us know if there is anything that her father and I can do for you.”

Inod, “Thank you, Mrs. Simpson. That really means a lot, and I don’t blame you or your husband for this. This is all Kaylee. ***

Mrs. Simpson holds her arm out to me, and I move towards her as I step around her daughter who is now frozen to where she’s standing with her mouth hanging open. The woman puts her arm around my shoulder and walks me out of the restroom, leaving her daughter behind.

After Mrs. Simpson walked me over to my family and relayed everything to my dad that she overheard her daughter saying to me in the restroom, she gave me a hug and wished me good luck. I don’t know about you, but I know I can’t even begin to try and understand the pain that woman must be going through, having to turn her back on her own daughter. I would like to believe that I never have to worry about it, but I’m sure she thought the same exact thing at one time.

My father had excused himself, telling us to go grab a bite to eat and that he would meet us if he had time. He needed to meet with both judge and Defense attorney about adding Mrs. Simpson to the witness list for the Prosecution. He wasn’t gone long before he met us at the diner across the street from the courthouse. It was all set and needless to say, the Defense wasn’t happy about it at all.

When mom excused herself to make a phone call after she was done eating, dad excused himself as well, leaving me and Jace alone for the first time today. I’ve picked at my food the whole time, only taking little bites here and there, but I just didn’t have the stomach for it right now. My thoughts are all over the place after my run-in with Kaylee. I don’t know why I was handpicked to be bullied by them; I still don’t know why Jace did it either. I glance over at him and see that he is already staring at me, probably wondering what I’m thinking about.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind, Precious. Would you like to share any of it with me?” Jace asks.

I study him a moment, “Kaylee said something in the restroom, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.” I shrug.

“And…?”

I sigh, “She referenced a couple of things that were said in the video that was made of us. How would she know? Do you think Mason shared it with her, with all three of them?”

Mason. We just assumed it was because Madison wouldn’t give up the name.” He thinks about it for a moment, “Maybe

scoff, “I highly doubt Kaylee would climb a tree just to get

in agreement, “Very true, but hey, her and the other two seem

it, all we can do

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“Hey, try and calm down. There isn’t anything that we can do about it right now. Let’s just concentrate on getting through today and then we will turn our attention

glad that you are here with me, Jace.

anywhere else, Precious.”

getting pushed off, and I need to know

he

over that night a million times trying to figure out what went wrong. I know I was angry with

seems like Mason had a lot to do with it as well, since he’s the one that lied

I crinkle it in confusion, “What do you mean,

the caller ID shows that it’s my dad, “Hey, Dad.” I answer. He tells me that we need to be back in the court room

with the server, “Dad says we

he smirks and then tells the server to keep the change, “I guess

I smile softly, “Okay.”

our little talk. Jace holds my hand the whole way again, making me feel wanted and loved. Kaylee’s words haunt me just a little bit when

“Get out of that head of yours, Precious,

can’t help

this trial and forget everything else, or I will bring out the cane later and stripe that pretty peach of yours, and I will not give you any mercy.” He says it all in

“O-Okay…”

He

“Okay, Sir, I understand.”

take those motherfuckers down.” He turns us and pushes through the swinging doors, taking

my body reacts to it, not allowing me to disobey him. For the next few hours, my mind is completely on the trial and nothing else. My palms sweat the whole time Mrs. Simpson testifies, and when Jace takes the stand as well. He seems so cool and collected while my dad goes through his

you please tell the court what your relationship is

this so proudly that I have to grin. I also

me.

mind if I

“Actually, I

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burst out at his words and at the sight of the Defense lawyer turning

the lawyer pauses briefly, “Mr. Palmer,

calls out, “I think we all know

I’m only trying to establish the kind of relationship they have, and

at my dad,

lawyer turns back to

answer the Defense, “There

looks confused as he glances around the courtroom before his eyes land back on Jace, “By all means, educate us on the definitions that you know

mean the description of women’s clothing that is designed to be over-sized.” Jace smirks as soft chuckles break out in

down on his bench, “Order in the court!” The room quiets down once

for women.” The lawyer puts his hands behind his back, “Now please tell us the definition of boyfriend

male partner within a relationship.” Jace

tell us, Mr. Palmer, are you called anything other than

my chest. What the actual fuck is he getting at? Is he meaning what I think he’s meaning? I look over at my dad, but he has a poker face, other than the tick in his jaw. When I look back at Jace, he’s

Jace begins, “boyfriend is what people see me

the lawyer turns toward the jurors, “so, you’re not known as Miss Baxter’s Dominant?

this time, “What they do in their private life has nothing

so it does have to do with

objection. The Prosecution is right, it has nothing to do with this case. You’re walking on thin ice, keep the questions about the

scolded, “Is it or isn’t it true that for two years, you bullied the

I don’t take my eyes off of Jace. He looks over at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes, but he

“Yes, it’s true.”

going into great detail, I quickly tell my father everything that happened over the last two years. How Jace stopped being friends with me and how he had the whole school against me. Even though he doesn’t

make eye contact with Jace and give him a reassuring smile. I never thought that this would come out in court, but it has, and we have to deal with it. My mom gives me her ‘we are

good part that came out of this is that Jace and I no longer need to have our little talk, because it

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