This is the sequel to Wanted Hurt, so if you haven't read that, I suggest you do. Thank you to those have read Wanted Hurt AND stuck with it and reviewed. Hopefully this story isn't as intense and can outdo Wanted Hurt in some ways. So let's start 2012 with this New Year and please, please tell me anything you don't like throughout this story so I can make it better.

-Dark Angel

EJ: Yes, please read the first one so there would be no confusions. Mainly because there is a lot of info in the last one and if you don't know me, I am Jazmin, Dark Angel's editor and best friend from now on I will be EJ to keep it short :)

MAX P.O.V

Why was I here? Why did I need to be here? Couldn't they have done this without me? I don't want to see him. His face will only make me fear him more and it'll bring back more painful memories. I refused to come but Dr. Martinez made me and on top of that made me wear a simple dress for the occasion.

Right now I was trying to calm down and get myself in order. Fang was sitting next to me and Iggy, Dr. Martinez and my lawyer were talking in the corner. They were discussing with Iggy about his statement he was going to give as my witness. I wasn't ready for this, I felt like throwing up.

Jeb threatened to kill all of them if anyone found out. What if he will kill? It would be my entire fault, I can't let this go through! As if Fang was reading my thoughts he put a hand on my lap from stopping me from running out this court room.

He took my hand and pulled my head onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and took my other hand in his. His shoulder has hard but soft just like his hand. "Max, he deserves this. Please try to calm down and let the lawyer do the work. All you have to do is please against him and the lawyer will do the rest. Take a deep breath.", he whispered in my ear and turned so he could give me a peck on my cheek.

So I did what he told me, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. But it only worked for about 5 seconds before I started ringing my hands on my sweater sleeves again. So Fang took both my hands and wrapped them in his, but then I started to bounce my right leg to try and give myself something to do.

Fang heaved a sigh and let go of my hands but picked me up and sat me on his lap. He tucked my head under his chin and wrapped his arms around me. It felt nice to be held like this and it brought fresh new memories of how my mom used to hold me like that. I tried holding in the tears and took another deep breath that worked more or less.

Iggy came over to us and sat down where I was previously sitting. "Max, they said they're ready to start in about five minutes. Police escorts will bring Jeb in and he'll be far from you, don't worry.", Iggy said. He patted my back and stood up and went back to Dr. Martinez and the lawyer. Fang rubbed my arm and slowly took me off his lap. He stood up and put an arm around my shoulder. "I'm here, don't worry. I won't let him touch you", Fang said and led us to the court room.

We entered the court room and I sat down with the lawyer on one of the tables in the front. Dr. Martinez, Fang, and Iggy sat in the seats behind us. The judge came over to us and said hi to all of us. She wished me best of luck and went to sit in her place and get ready.

My lawyer started taking out papers from his briefcase and started organizing them. He turned to me and gave me a small smile. "Everything will turn out fine, don't worry. Any person who's like Mr. Batchelder deserves the worst.", he said and patted my hand.

Before I was able to answer him, the doors opened. I was scared to turn around so instead I looked down at my lap and closed my eyes. I heard the squeaks of his sneakers against the shiny, polished floors of the court room and I flinched every step he got closer. I heard them taking out his handcuffs and heard the chair being pulled back. The judge called the trial now in session and if I thought I was scared before, well I was petrified now. No backing out now.

****Time Skip****

Iggy was giving his statement first. Jeb's lawyer drilled him with questions then Iggy answered them back, getting more aggravated and upset with each question.

Have you ever seen Mr. Batchelder abuse his daughter?

No but I have seen the bruises and other injuries.

What other injuries are you talking about?

Once Max showed me her head when he hit the back of her head with a glass bottle.

When was this encounter to where Ms. Ride showed you such injuries?

This was in the park a couple of months ago, right around when Fang moved in.

And how long have you known about such assumptions about Ms. Ride's abuse?

Assumptions? Are you really serious? This is the truth! She told me 4 years ago, when Jeb started drinking and became an alcoholic. That's when he started getting aggressive with Max! You can't stand there and tell me she was making this stuff up!

Apparently that's when the judge said Iggy could have a seat and Fang was up next. The same cycle began with Jeb's lawyer drilling him with questions and Fang answering them.

Have you've seen Mr. Batchelder abuse his daughter?

No, but I have heard him trying to.

When did this occur?

Well, Mr. Batchelder has been away from his home for a few days but almost every day I would here her screaming and him yelling at her and crashing.

Have you ever seen any injuries that were not self harm?

Yes, one time her face was bruised and so was her back and stomach.

And how long have you known about such assumptions about Ms. Ride's abuse?

I've known the truth since a few days after I moved in.

Dr. Martinez had to answer the same questions and she explained how Jeb has change ever since the death of my mom. Then it was Jeb's turn. My lawyer drilled him with questions, but Jeb didn't seem one bit scared or nervous

How many times have you've been intoxicated in the past year Ms. Batchelder?

A few, but nothing too bad.

The police have found you to be intoxicated the day you were arrested. Can you explain to why you came home intoxicated?

Some friends from work invited me a few drinks and they urged me to have too many than I could handle.

So does going out and drinking with fellow work friends happen often?

No, they invite me but I refuse to go most of the time.

So where do you go when you refuse?

I go home.

It continues like this, my lawyer asking him questions and Jeb answering very short, giving half true answers, or lies. After no luck, it was my turn. I got up and took a seat in that little booth thingy. I tried not to squirm in my seat, Jeb just having sat there. His lawyer drilled me with questions but I wasn't nervous surprisingly.

Do you have any marks that prove Mr. Batchelder's assumptions of abuse?

Yes, a few on my back and legs and stomach.

So are these bruises or scars?

Some are healing bruises from a week ago. Some are scars from when he would throw something at me.

It seems the doctor who attended you when you were in the hospital from when he sealed your vein, gave the court some x-ray's of your head. He explained how you can see fractures in the back of your head. Were these fractures made from childhood accidents or when suppose Mr. Batchelder abuse of you?

Those are from when he hit me with glass bear bottles, thrown stuff at me in the back of my head, and from when I was tripped down the school stairs.

He asked me more personal questions that made me get terrible flashbacks and when I started to shake and was short on breaths, the judge said that was enough. She shuffled through some more of the x-ray's the doctor took and was ready to say whether Jeb was guilty or not.

"After seeing the documents provided and hearing the testimonies of the witnesses and Mr. Batchelder and Ms. Ride, I find Jeb Batchelder guilty of physical abuse and sexual abuse to a minor. He is sentence to 40 years in jail and to stay away from Ms. Ride for as long as she lives. I put Dr. Valencia Martinez in full custody of Ms. Ride.", she said and hit that stupid mallet on that wooden thing and made me jump.

We all sat there, trying to register the good news. Then we all stood up and started congratulating each other. My lawyer patted my back and told me that this was a fair case. Dr. Martinez hugged me and started crying. I was pretty sure those were very happy tears.

Then Iggy hugged me too and had a big grin on his face. Dr. Martinez was thanking my lawyer and then Iggy did the same. When Iggy stepped away from me Fang came and hugged me tight. He had the biggest smile on his face and he picked me up and spun me around.

I realized now that I was crying too, but happy tears. Jeb had to stay away from me! I would never see him again! And Dr. Martinez was my new guardian! I gave a small laugh and hugged Fang back. All of a sudden a scream interrupted our festivities.

"But Max you're my daughter! How could you be happy about something like this?" Jeb yelled. We all turned and looked at him. He didn't have his handcuffs on but the police escorts were behind him. This time I got a good look at him. His hair was messy and he had some stubble. He had those ridiculously orange jumpsuits they make you wear in jail and he had those plain white sneakers.

"I'm not your daughter! When mom died my real father died too! My family died when mom died!"I yelled back, finally not afraid to let it all out. Before Jeb could throw himself at me, the two police escorts held him back and quickly put on his handcuffs.

They quickly escorted him out, but Jeb put up a fight. He thrashed around screaming curses at me and everyone else. Fang screamed them right back, trying to stick up for me. They took him out but you could hear his shouts. Fang pulled me to him and stroke my hair.

"Don't mind him, he's gone now. You won't have to suffer from him anymore.", Fang whispered in my ear. Iggy and Dr. Martinez said the same words of encouragement. Fang let go of me and offered me a smile but he still held on to my hand.

"Well, it was nice fighting for you Ms. Ride. If you have any issues in the future I can help you with just give me a call", the lawyer said and he said goodbye to us. We all thanked him and I gave him a smile. If it weren't for him, Jeb probably wouldn't have gotten what he deserved today.

"Where do we go now Dr. M?"I asked. Her smile slowly came off her face and she heaved a long sigh.

"The doctor gave you permission just for today. Max you have to go the hospital, I'm sorry honey.", she said and patted my head. Oh crap, I wasn't ready for this, not yet.

That's the start of this sequel! How did you guys like it? Was it good? I hope it was! Any suggestions please tell me in a review! Please review since I worked hard on this! And if this not how trials usually go, forgive me. I've never attended one and don't plan on any time soon!

Thank you to an anonymous reviewer for the title idea. You guys gave me all good names and I thank you! Please, if you want to follow this story, add it to your alerts!

EJ: Happy Holidays guys and hopefully, you will enjoy this story a lot. I gave Dark Angel a bunch of ideas and even helped out of her writers block a few times. Bye!

Happy Holidays people!

Dark Angel!