A/N: Ok y'all, this is the last part of the trial (throws confetti around) It seems that is going to be a rather long story, I don't think I'm halfway through yet, and I'm trying to write a chapter a day, so I have two chapters done. Like when I finish the next chapter, I'll put this one up. That way I keep updating. Only works for this story though.

And thank you to those who told me the hammer thingy is called a GAVEL I kept calling it a gravel…but I was like 'isn't that like rocks on the ground, like a gravel road' Hey I was close though.

Disclaimer: My birth certificate says my name is Jyssica Marie…not Stephanie Meyer


"Ms. Swan, is it true that you and two of your friends went back to Mr. Johnson's home and had a dispute with him?"

Crap, crap, crap.

"Yes," I said just above a whisper.

"And, is it also true that, while Mr. Johnson was trying to get you to come back home, you decided to punch him repeatedly?" I gasped.

"What? No, I only punched him once." I explained, and then groaned when I realized what I had said. I was right; this guy could make you say anything.

"So you admit you punched him," He inquired, a little smug.

"Yes," I sighed. I hoped this guy would finish soon.

"And, what had Mr. Johnson done to provoke you to do such a thing." I actually thought before I answered that one, making sure I didn't say anything stupid.

"Well, he was mocking me, and said I had cheated on him, when I have been nothing but faithful to him. And, to make matters worse, he was talking about 'hooking up' with one of my friends that was there," besides the fact he deserved it. I made sure I didn't say that last part out loud.

"But, he didn't attack you at all?" I sighed heavily.

"No." He nodded.

"I see. Alright, your honor, I'm done with this witness," he said sitting back down. The judge, who was on my right, looked over at me and smiled sweetly.

"You may return to your seat, dear," she said. I nodded and went to sit back down next to Mrs. Brady.

"Do you have another witness, counselor," Judge Morgan asked Mrs. Brady. She nodded and stood up.

"Yes, I would like to call Dr. Carlisle Cullen to the stand." Carlisle gracefully walked to the stand. The bailiff was there again, bible in front of Carlisle. He put his left hand on it and raised his right hand.

"Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god?"

"I swear," Carlisle answered before taking his seat.

"Dr. Cullen, could you please describe what Ms. Swan looked like the night she showed up at the hospital," Mrs. Brady asked, walking so she could stand in front of Carlisle.

"Well, she had many large bruises, she was bleeding badly in several areas. Bella was also very pale and extremely underweight, so much that is was dangerous for both her baby and her." I was done fighting back tears by this point in the trial. I had already been crying, so I figured, what's the point? I must sound like a little child who needed someone to protect her. Who was I kidding? I was weak, and now, everyone in this room knew it.

"Why did you take it upon yourself to help Ms. Swan?" I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, but I still listened to Carlisle's answer.

"I've known Bella since she was seventeen. She was always like part of my family. I've never seen her look like that before; it was very hard for me to see. She was terrified to go back, she wanted to do everything in her power to protect her child. We had a spare room at the house, so I asked if she wanted to stay with us. I wanted to help her and that seemed like the best way," he finished. Mrs. Brady nodded then sat back down next to me.

"Dr. Cullen," the other lawyer stated, standing up, "Family means a lot to you, right?" Carlisle nodded.

"Yes, even though we're not related by blood, my family means the world to me."

"And, you would do anything for your family, correct? Lie, cheat, steal," he asked again. Carlisle tilted his head to the left slightly; he seemed just as confused as I was. What does this have to do with anything? How does Carlisle family's relationships fit in with this trial?

"Of course, anything to keep my family safe and together," he answered truthfully, not aware of the mistake he had just made.

"And you consider Ms. Swan as one of your daughters, is that correct." Carlisle raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, ever since she was seventeen." He answered skeptically. Oh, that's what he was trying to get at. That Carlisle was lying to help me because he considered me family. Wow, this guy was really good. Maybe we didn't stand a chance.

"Thank you, that's all." He stated, sitting back down. Carlisle walked back to his seat and the judge turned to Mrs. Brady once more.

"Any more witnesses counselor," Mrs. Brady shook her head, the judge nodded and turned to the other lawyer, "you may call your first witness then." The lawyer nodded.

"The defense would like to call Matthew Johnson to the stand."

Matt glared at me his whole way to the stand. He swore on the bible that he was going to tell the truth, but of course he was lying. Lying idiot.

"Mr. Johnson, do you love Ms. Swan," The lawyer asked, pacing back and forth in front of the tables we were seated.

"With all my heart." I scoffed. He couldn't even last two seconds without lying.

"And you've never harmed her, correct?" He shook his head.

"Never, all I've ever done was try to make her happy. But I guess it wasn't enough for her," he said, fake sadness in his voice. Oh my gosh, is that a tear rolling down his cheek? That freaking jerk is crying on purpose! How could we stand a chance now? If I didn't know any better, I would have believed him myself.

"During your marriage, what has Ms. Swan done to harm you, emotionally or physically?" Matt took a deep breath then said,

"She was out all hours of the night, I hardly ever knew where she was. When I asked her where she had been she told me that it was none of my business and that if she wanted me to know, she would have told me. She would occasionally punch me in the face when things didn't go her way. And now," He paused, pretending to fight back tears, "she's trying to take away my only child."

I lost it, yet again. I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over in the process, slammed my hands down on the table, letting the tears fall freely again now, and pointed my finger at him.

"That's bull Matt you know it! Don't you even try to make yourself look like the victim here! After all you've put me through, how dare you sit up there and lie like that. I've never hurt you, not even once. I never said a word all those times you came home wearing some cheap perfume. Or when you would beat me for not doing as you told, like I was some kind of slave or something. I've been nothing but faithful and loving to you, and here you are trying to make all these people think I'm the bad guy, when you are," I yelled. The crowd erupted in loud whispers. Matt and I were both glaring at each other. Mrs. Brady, who had put my chair upright again, leaned over to me and tried to get me to sit back down. Judge Morgan began to bang her gavel.

"Order, order, order in my courtroom," she yelled, stopping the whispers at once before turning to look at me, "Ms. Swan, please take your seat." It wasn't until then that I realized what I had just done. I sat down in my chair, buried my face in my hands, and began to sob. Mrs. Brady was next to me, rubbing my back soothingly. After a couple minutes of sobbing, I relaxed and my breathing slowed down, though I still had my head in my hands.

"Shall we proceed, Ms. Swan," the judge asked. I looked up at her and nodded, wiping my tears off of my cheeks, "Carry on, counselor," she said, and everyone turned their attention back to Matt and his stupid lawyer.

"Thank you, your honor, but I'm finished," he walked back to his seat and Mrs. Brady stood up.

"Mr. Johnson," she started, walking back and forth in front of me, "when Ms. Swan decided to stay with Dr. Cullen, you tried to contact her, right?" He nodded.

"When she didn't come home that night, I called her cell phone numerous times to see where she was. But I assumed she didn't get them since she never tried to contact me until two days later." Mrs. Brady nodded then walked over to her briefcase and pulled something out of it.

"You see, Mr. Johnson, that's where you're wrong. Ms. Swan just never listened to your messages," She handed up a little tape-recorded to show everyone, "I have right here all the messages you left Ms. Swan, shall I play them for you?" Matt had a look of pure horror on his face, I almost laughed. The judged nodded for Mrs. Brady to continue, so she did. Mrs. Brady pressed the play button and Matt's voice rang through my ears.

"Isabella, where are you? I came home and you weren't here. You better not have gone to the hospital; you know what will happen to you if you do. If you're not here in the next thirty minutes, I'll only kill you that much slower."

His voice stopped, the whole courtroom was silent, and then it started again. There were a few more messages similar to that one; they didn't bother me too much. But the last one made me sob into my hands.

"Isabella Johnson, I don't know where you are now, but you will come back eventually. You may have tricked someone into letting you stay the night, but you can't stay there forever. You've got nowhere else to go, no one loves you enough to save you. Even if you get me stuck in jail, I will find a way to get to you Isabella, no matter what. This is the closest place to a home you've got. You will come back and when you do, I'm going to kill you." Mrs. Brady pressed the stop button and said,

"I'm done with him your honor," she said a bit sourly before sitting back down. Matt, who was still a little shocked, returned back to his seat.

"Do you have another witness, counselor," the judge asked Matt's lawyer, who just shook his head. We sat in agonizing silence while the judge thought, looking over some papers. I looked back at the Cullens, who all seemed to be deep in thought, and couldn't help but let my mind wander once more. What did they think of me now? Did they think of me as the pathetic, weak, loser I was? Did they not want me around anymore? How much longer would they be around?

"I've come to a decision," the judge said, knocking my thoughts out of me, I turned my attention back to her and waited for the verdict, "Matthew Johnson will be sentenced to sixteen years in prison for the abuse of Isabella Swan, court is adjourned" she banged her gavel once more before walking into a closed door. The bailiff walked over to Matt and handcuffed him before walking him past me; he glared at me as they walked, to another closed door. I hugged Mrs. Brady and thanked her then walked around the gate to embrace each of the Cullens.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Matt was finally gone and out of my life, he could not longer bother me. Yet, as I hugged Edward tightly, I couldn't get those words out of my head. No one loves you enough to save you. I knew he was wrong, but I couldn't get the doubts out of my head. I knew I had to find a way to get the doubts out of my head once and for all, but how?


A/N: I'm not sure what the actual time in jail would be…but the number of years is actually significant and has to do with the sequel I'm planning on writing! And school doesn't start until September 3rd I think for me so if I continue doing a chapter a night…well I'll have a lot done by then. And next chapter I'm messing with Edward and Bella's relationship again...sorry. It needs to be done though. It's nothing too terribly bad though.

Preview:

"I need a ticket on the first available flight to…" I paused thinking of a place, "Seattle," I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. She sighed heavily and typed something into her computer and then looked back to me.

--Jyssica--