Well, hee hee hee, this is so stupid. Ok, I'm warning you now, it's a
seriously weird fic (coz I'm absolutely bonkers but . you know.). Well,
carry on if you want. =^^=
By the way, in this fic, there is no magic. As in none! So it's kinda like reality!
Forgive and Forget
Chapter 1
"Ms Evans, are you still with us?" said the judge.
I felt the gaze of many upon my back as I turned mournfully towards him. A lump was stuck in my throat.
"Ye-yes, your highness," I managed to cough out, my voice, although quiet, rang in the vast courtroom.
Here I was, a small girl in a huge court. My family was situated behind me, dressed in the most expensive attires and with their head up high and their chin stuck out. I have never hated them more.
The judge looked suspicious at my answer, but didn't pursue further. "Then would you please kindly answer the question?"
I tried to clear my mind off all those disturbing memories. "I'm sorry, can- can you please repeat it again?"
A sigh, "did or did you not enjoy the experience you have encountered a month ago?"
I had rehearsed this. "One can never enjoy something that was forced upon them."
I heard a snort from the other side of the room, and shut my eyes, a few tears slipped out. *He* knew I was lying.
About 15 metres away from me, was a boy around my age. But unlike me, who was dressed up in a full length black dress that fitted in perfectly with the court, he looked totally out of place.
Instead of wearing a dark suit like all the men in the court were wearing, he was dressed in a plain T-shirt and torn jeans. And instead of having his hair combed back in a formal manner, his hair was ragged and windblown. It was dark as ebony, yet soft as feather, I remember exactly how they felt. His eyes were serious and cold, blank of emotions. But I could still feel the desire in those big brown eyes when they had swept over me.
At this very moment, his expression was one of sneer and scowl, which damaged his handsome profile ever so slightly. I knew that if it was a different circumstance, I would probably have taken a liking to him. But all I felt right now was fright and insecurity. I didn't want to be here.
"Any more questions, Mr Potter?" Asked the judge.
James Harold Potter shook his head and sat back down. I knew he was staring at me when doing so.
The judge then turned to my side of the room, and asked in the same tone. "Questions?"
My lawyer stood up and bowed to the judge, his white wig looked silly in my opinion. Next, he walked to the slouching boy, the shiny black shoes on his feet made sounds against the marble floor.
"You were drunk when you . touched Ms Evans, was that correct, Mr Potter?" it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yea." was the grumble reply.
"You were witnessed to have viciously attacked Ms Evans bodyguards before you took her away."
"Yea."
"Do you have any kind of idea the damage you have caused?"
"Yea."
My lawyer had obviously expected him to elaborate but when Potter failed to do so, he asked instead.
"Well? Would you please to share your opinion with us."
Potter took his time to prepare his speech. Seeming unaware of the eyes that were on him.
"I took away one of her womanly virtue. I did it without consent, therefore upset her. And now she's suing me because she wants compensation for it, well, you're all wasting your time, 'cos I ain't got no money. And I don't give a shit about the punishments either!'
Waves of shocked murmur broke out. And the judge whacked his hammer twice, shouting "SILENCE!" over the rambles. But not before carrying on, "no need to use such foul language in court, Mr Potter. It will do you no good."
Potter shrugged, "I know it won't. But I was sworn to tell the truth, right? And I am. So I don't know what's your problem."
I felt hurt. I knew he didn't care for me, but he could at least have the decency to *pretend* that he was sorry. He must know what a crime he had committed? He talked about the virtue as if it was nothing. I had protected it for many years, and resisted many temptations. And he just snatched it away in a click of your fingers.
"Mr Potter, as I'm sure you're fully aware. Ms Evans came from a wealthy and respectable family. Doing this . deed have damaged her life, her future. Don't you care at least a little about that?"
Potter didn't bother to even think this time. He didn't need to, "look mister, I grew up alone. My mother was a whore who ditched me in a dump when I was 10, she then left with a man who probably have sex with her every night until she dies. I don't know who my father is and don't really want to either if he had anything to do with my mother. Now you're telling me that this . *deed* I had done to Ms Evans here damaged her life? I mean, don't you think that's a little bit extreme?!"
Silence followed his statement. No one knew how to react.
I was shocked myself. Sure, I had heard stories about kids who were dumped by their parents when they were young, but I never thought they were true. I felt some sympathy inside my heart reach out for him, but then I got angry. Even if he had had a tough childhood (which I am very sorry to hear), it does not justify the crime he had done to me. Not in any way.
The people around me obviously thought differently, they started to whisper again. I caught some odd bits from here and there.
"That explains why he's got no lawyers."
"Poor kid, no wonder he acts the way he does."
"How could a mother do such a thing?!"
I felt my anger strengthen, he . hurt me and they're feeling sorry for *him*?! He deserved to be toasted in hell for what he had done. But I immediately felt ashamed, they were right, he did have a horrible youth. I mean, I can't imagine living 10 years alone on my own. But still, he did . hurt me.
I suddenly felt very dizzy and swayed on my spot.
The judge banged his hammer on the desk and shouted, "SILENCE!" for the second time. The noise worsened my headache.
My lawyer broke out of the reverie he was trapped in and blinked. After recollecting himself again, he reached inside his suitcase and brought a paper out. I took some time to recognise it, black spots seemed to unfocus my vision.
"You have raped a girl against her own will, Mr Potter, as the paper says,
"'Returning from a friend's birthday party last night, Lillian Maria Evans was sexually abducted by Ja."
I was unable to hear no more as my eyes fluttered shut and I slipped from consciousness.
A/N well? What d'you think? Please review lots. Thanks!! ^^
PS just reread it again, it's rubbish, innit?!
By the way, in this fic, there is no magic. As in none! So it's kinda like reality!
Forgive and Forget
Chapter 1
"Ms Evans, are you still with us?" said the judge.
I felt the gaze of many upon my back as I turned mournfully towards him. A lump was stuck in my throat.
"Ye-yes, your highness," I managed to cough out, my voice, although quiet, rang in the vast courtroom.
Here I was, a small girl in a huge court. My family was situated behind me, dressed in the most expensive attires and with their head up high and their chin stuck out. I have never hated them more.
The judge looked suspicious at my answer, but didn't pursue further. "Then would you please kindly answer the question?"
I tried to clear my mind off all those disturbing memories. "I'm sorry, can- can you please repeat it again?"
A sigh, "did or did you not enjoy the experience you have encountered a month ago?"
I had rehearsed this. "One can never enjoy something that was forced upon them."
I heard a snort from the other side of the room, and shut my eyes, a few tears slipped out. *He* knew I was lying.
About 15 metres away from me, was a boy around my age. But unlike me, who was dressed up in a full length black dress that fitted in perfectly with the court, he looked totally out of place.
Instead of wearing a dark suit like all the men in the court were wearing, he was dressed in a plain T-shirt and torn jeans. And instead of having his hair combed back in a formal manner, his hair was ragged and windblown. It was dark as ebony, yet soft as feather, I remember exactly how they felt. His eyes were serious and cold, blank of emotions. But I could still feel the desire in those big brown eyes when they had swept over me.
At this very moment, his expression was one of sneer and scowl, which damaged his handsome profile ever so slightly. I knew that if it was a different circumstance, I would probably have taken a liking to him. But all I felt right now was fright and insecurity. I didn't want to be here.
"Any more questions, Mr Potter?" Asked the judge.
James Harold Potter shook his head and sat back down. I knew he was staring at me when doing so.
The judge then turned to my side of the room, and asked in the same tone. "Questions?"
My lawyer stood up and bowed to the judge, his white wig looked silly in my opinion. Next, he walked to the slouching boy, the shiny black shoes on his feet made sounds against the marble floor.
"You were drunk when you . touched Ms Evans, was that correct, Mr Potter?" it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yea." was the grumble reply.
"You were witnessed to have viciously attacked Ms Evans bodyguards before you took her away."
"Yea."
"Do you have any kind of idea the damage you have caused?"
"Yea."
My lawyer had obviously expected him to elaborate but when Potter failed to do so, he asked instead.
"Well? Would you please to share your opinion with us."
Potter took his time to prepare his speech. Seeming unaware of the eyes that were on him.
"I took away one of her womanly virtue. I did it without consent, therefore upset her. And now she's suing me because she wants compensation for it, well, you're all wasting your time, 'cos I ain't got no money. And I don't give a shit about the punishments either!'
Waves of shocked murmur broke out. And the judge whacked his hammer twice, shouting "SILENCE!" over the rambles. But not before carrying on, "no need to use such foul language in court, Mr Potter. It will do you no good."
Potter shrugged, "I know it won't. But I was sworn to tell the truth, right? And I am. So I don't know what's your problem."
I felt hurt. I knew he didn't care for me, but he could at least have the decency to *pretend* that he was sorry. He must know what a crime he had committed? He talked about the virtue as if it was nothing. I had protected it for many years, and resisted many temptations. And he just snatched it away in a click of your fingers.
"Mr Potter, as I'm sure you're fully aware. Ms Evans came from a wealthy and respectable family. Doing this . deed have damaged her life, her future. Don't you care at least a little about that?"
Potter didn't bother to even think this time. He didn't need to, "look mister, I grew up alone. My mother was a whore who ditched me in a dump when I was 10, she then left with a man who probably have sex with her every night until she dies. I don't know who my father is and don't really want to either if he had anything to do with my mother. Now you're telling me that this . *deed* I had done to Ms Evans here damaged her life? I mean, don't you think that's a little bit extreme?!"
Silence followed his statement. No one knew how to react.
I was shocked myself. Sure, I had heard stories about kids who were dumped by their parents when they were young, but I never thought they were true. I felt some sympathy inside my heart reach out for him, but then I got angry. Even if he had had a tough childhood (which I am very sorry to hear), it does not justify the crime he had done to me. Not in any way.
The people around me obviously thought differently, they started to whisper again. I caught some odd bits from here and there.
"That explains why he's got no lawyers."
"Poor kid, no wonder he acts the way he does."
"How could a mother do such a thing?!"
I felt my anger strengthen, he . hurt me and they're feeling sorry for *him*?! He deserved to be toasted in hell for what he had done. But I immediately felt ashamed, they were right, he did have a horrible youth. I mean, I can't imagine living 10 years alone on my own. But still, he did . hurt me.
I suddenly felt very dizzy and swayed on my spot.
The judge banged his hammer on the desk and shouted, "SILENCE!" for the second time. The noise worsened my headache.
My lawyer broke out of the reverie he was trapped in and blinked. After recollecting himself again, he reached inside his suitcase and brought a paper out. I took some time to recognise it, black spots seemed to unfocus my vision.
"You have raped a girl against her own will, Mr Potter, as the paper says,
"'Returning from a friend's birthday party last night, Lillian Maria Evans was sexually abducted by Ja."
I was unable to hear no more as my eyes fluttered shut and I slipped from consciousness.
A/N well? What d'you think? Please review lots. Thanks!! ^^
PS just reread it again, it's rubbish, innit?!