Court Trial

Shane's Point of View

The trial for him was held the day after I got out of the hospital. I still hadn't told Mitchie, Nate, or Jason who he was. They thought he was just some crazy psycho who kidnapped us for no reason. It would not help to tell them the ugly truth now.

I carefully lifted my arm, testing to see if I could get it through the sleeve. The second I moved it, pain shot through my arm but it was a good sign. The knife had pierced a nerve and I lost feeling in my arm. The doctors said that I was going to regain full feeling in my arm. I had regained feeling in my arm but my hand was still numb and I couldn't move anything below my wrist meaning I can't play guitar for a while. I just draped the coat around my shoulder and stuck my good arm in the sleeve. The bandage on my left arm just stood as a reminder of everything that bastard had ever done to me. I grabbed my cell phone off of the table and walked out into the living room to meet up with Nate, Jason, and Mitchie.

"You ready?" Nate asked. I nodded stiffly and followed the others outside to the limo. The courthouse was surrounded by press snapping pictures of us. I did my best to hide my arm under my coat and behind Mitchie but I was positive that pictures of my arm would be on the cover of every major magazine tomorrow and several smaller ones. Nate and Jason tried to help shield my arm but they didn't have very much luck either. Most of the questions were about what happened to us but there were some questions about what happened to my arm. I just continued walking to the courthouse, ignoring all of the questions.

Inside the courtroom, there were only a few reporters. Nate, Jason, Mitchie, and I sat in the seats behind the prosecutor stand. We were going to be used as witnesses during the trial but first, he was up on the stand.

"I would never do anything to those innocent kids," he lied, easily.

"Is it not true that you stabbed this young man in the arm, in front of these witnesses?" the lawyer said, gesturing at me. I stiffened and refused to look him in the eyes.

"Why would I? I would never do that to him. What kind of person would I be if I did that to my own son?" Every one in the room gasped and turned to stare at me, especially Nate, Jason, and Mitchie.

"You are not my dad," I growled, standing up to leave, ignoring the stares. The cameras flashed as I got out of the courtroom. The second I was out of the courthouse, I broke into a sprint, tears flowing down my face as the memories that I constantly fought to forget, came flooding back.

Flashback

"I don't like my birthday," I pouted. Mom saw my face and laughed.

"But this is a very special birthday; you're 10 now," she said. I continued to pout.

"But it's the day you and Daddy broke up," I whined. It was just my luck that I would have my birthday on the same day as when my dad left us. Ever since, Mom's had to work two jobs to keep us financially secure. Mom just gave me a sad look. The front door started rattling. Someone was trying to break in.

"Get upstairs," Mom whispered but before I could take more than a few steps, the door fell off of its hinges. I recognized the man standing in the doorway; it was Dad. He immediately walked over to us and punched us both in the face. When I regained consciousness, Mom and I were tied to chairs facing each other. My dad was standing between us, holding a gun.

"Let him go, it's me you want!" Mom screamed.

"Now why would I do that? I'm not letting him go, I'm going to make him suffer," he laughed. With that he pointed the gun at my mom's heart and pulled the trigger. Sirens were heard outside the house and Dad turned and ran.

The sobs coming from my throat were making it hard to breathe as I ran. I reached up to wipe the tears from my face but they just kept flowing as I remembered the day my dad left us.

Flashback

Mom had forced me upstairs when Dad came home, drunk. I may have only been 5 but I knew that something was wrong when I heard my mom screaming. I ran downstairs and saw Mom in a heap on the floor.

"Shane, get back upstairs," she muttered. Dad kicked her in stomach and she groaned. He then slapped me across the face. I screamed and started crying as he started punching me until I fell, unconscious, to the floor.

Breathing was becoming impossible and I had to stop. I found an empty park and sat on the ground, trying to catch my breath. I buried my head in my hands and sobbed for what seems like forever. My eyes seemed like they were going to be wet forever from the nonstop crying. My shoes and coat laid abandoned a few feet away. I hugged my knees to my chest, trying, and failing, to calm down and stop the tears. I hated that evil bastard. The day he killed my mom, my dad died; to me anyway. My arm was throbbing but I just ignored it.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I heard Mitchie say. I turned and saw Mitchie, Nate, and Jason standing there.

"What kind of dad comes home drunk and beats their wife and seven year old son? What kind of dad forces his son to watch as he kills his wife?" I said my voice cracking. "All he's ever done for me is this," I said and held up my left arm. Big mistake; the second I did, my arm was screaming in pain. I winced and put my arm back down.

"Shane, I'm so…" Nate started to say.

"Don't say you're sorry. I don't want your pity, I just want to forget about this whole thing," I said and started walking towards the hotel.

"Want a ride?" Nate called. I shook my head and kept walking.

For some wierdo reason i started working on this about a month ago. WOW 3 updates in less than an hour!!!!!! y can't i ever give shane a dad the doesn't die or beat him