Have Faith - Part Six: Here We Go

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Have Faith

Part Six:

Here We Go

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Beth stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to Harriet, who had sat down with Mac on the couch. AJ was playing on the floor with toys Harm had kept in the apartment especially for him.

"There you are. I was just going to call Harm, unless you'd like to."

She quickly ran over to the desk and grabbed the phone. From habit, she dialed his cell phone, and waited for him to pick up.

"I guess you want to call." Harriet laughed.

Beth smiled, and looked at her feet when she heard someone pick up.

"Roberts."

"I'm sorry. I was looking for my uncle."

"Oh, hold on, I'll get him." He replied, and she could faintly hear Bud telling Harm it was her.

"Beth? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Harm." She walked back to the bathroom, "How's my sister?" She asked, sitting down on the edge of the sink.

He hesitated, but spoke, "She's scared. She wants to die. She thinks she's ruined your life."

"But she's gonna be okay, right?"

"I think so." He paused, and continued, "How was shopping with Mac?"

"Well, I only got my hair cut and bought another pair of pajamas."

"Really? You've always had long hair. How short is it?"

"It comes right to my shoulders. And it's layered. And it's angled."

"I bet you look like a princess."

Beth blushed, and smiled, "Thank you. So what'd you find in my room? I mean nothing I ever told her, fazed her. It most of mean something she didn't know."

The anguish and tiredness in his voice was obvious, "The rope and the knife."

"Oh." She looked down at her toes, "Guess what I did today besides shopping."

"I don't know. What?"

"I talked to this really nice lady. She talked to Mac afterward though, so I'm kinda curious."

"Interesting…what was her name?"
"Anya."

"I know her. Don't worry about what she told Mac, okay?"

"Okay."
"I have to go now, Little One. I'll be home tomorrow."

"Bye."

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"Good night." He said, as he hung up. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, Harm looked up at the ceiling as he thought. 'Mac got her evaluated without Beth knowing. Well, one more piece of evidence. And maybe I can get her into therapy now.'

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Beth once again, emerged from the bathroom, the cordless in her hand, "Sorry." She said, as she put the phone back in the base.

"It's alright. How's Davy?"

"Hurting." She looked away and then back at them, "So what's for dinner?"

"Let's find out." Mac smiled, evilly, and got up. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. "He has no junk food. I'm amazed." She poked around, and then pulled out a plate, "Any one want Harmon Rabb's Meatless Meatloaf?"
Beth looked at her, "I have an attachment to my life, so count me out."

"EWW!" AJ cried, knowing what it was.

"Okay. We'll just make this disappear." She set it aside, laughing at the child's response, and returned to her search of the fridge. After a moment she looked in the freezer, "Well, we can have frozen waffles or the leftover pancakes from this morning that Beth made."

"Pancakes." Harriet and Beth said in unison.

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"Pass me the red."

"Here." Mac handed Beth the red nail polish, "What are you doing with those?"

"I'm using a bunch of colors. Goofy Gold, Sensational Silver, Playful Pink, Glassy Green, and Blood…" She dropped the bottle, spilling red all over…

Beth had been trying all night to detach herself. Usually she could, but tonight…she just couldn't. And the pain was more then she could usually handle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the glint of metal. She turned her head, "Please, Daddy…Just leave me…Go to Mommy…" She cried, as he cut into the skin of her stomach. The cut was deep, but amateur surgery was his favorite form of torture.

The blood went everywhere…

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"Harmony…Harmony Parker…Beth, come back! Come on, Little One."

Beth opened her eyes. She was lying in the bed in her uncle's apartment, and Harm was two inches from her face, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I don't want to go to them. Please, don't let go back to them."

"I won't, Beth." He hugged her back then moved her back, "Sweetheart, do me a favor? Don't ever scare me like that again."

"What happened?"

"You had a flashback, I think, and were so scared. You've been asleep for almost thirty-six hours."

"At least I won't be tired today!" She laughed.

Harm laughed with her and then spoke again, "Beth, I know it's early, but I got a court date."

"When does it start?"

"Today."

"That is soon." She smiled, albeit weakly, "Are you sure you have all the thinks you need?

"Yeah. Gio and Gen talked to the kids at the Youth Court. Most of them noticed something that would only coincide with what happened to you. They agreed to testify. I have plenty of paper evidence. The only thing I don't have is your story."

She sighed, "It started when I was two. I told Davy it was when I was four, because that's how old I was when dad did it to her. But he just came into my room. It's odd how I remember every detail of that night, but I can't remember the day I started walking." She looked at the blankets, "After that it would only happen when he was high or drunk. Then it started getting more frequent. If I was bad, I got cut. If I was good, he only hit me. I can't remember when he started hitting in public and in the day, I just remember mom and dad kicking me because I crashed the computer."

"What do you mean he cut you?"

Beth rubbed her arms for a second and then pulled up her shirt to show only her stomach. A scar six inches long crossed her body horizontally. Small dots ran parallel to the scar, on either side. "Cut me then sewed me up. I got this bad infection and spent the day in school throwing up."

Harm reached forward and hugged her, as two tears ran down his cheeks.

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"All rise." The bailiff called out, and all complied.

"Be seated." The Judge ordered. He picked up the file and looked at the names, "Parker vs. Parkington and Parks. Both parties understand this is a preliminary hearing to see if there is enough evidence to court martial Ensign Parkington and Lt. Parks. If this hearing should determine that there is enough evidence, temporary custody of Miss Parker will be granted to a person of her choosing. Is all of this understood?"

"Yes, sir." The two lawyers replied in unison.

"Okay, Defense may start."

"Thank you, your honor…"

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Mac ran into JAG as fast as she could. She threw her things into her office, and continued running for Chegwidden's. She didn't even let Tiner announce her, instead she ran in on the Admiral and Bud, "I'm sorry to interrupt. Sir, we've got a problem."

"What is it?"

"Davadita Parkington is being transferred at this moment to a hospital in New York."

"Under whose orders?"
"Lt. Erin Saigon Cairn."

"Who?"

"Carli. Davy has a living will stating there are four people who have jurisdiction over her care. Harm, Beth, her fiancé who passed away, and a Lt. Erin Saigon Cairn."

"Slow down and explain again."

"Carli signed an order that she was Davy's friend."

"Where's Lt. Cairn then?"

"France."

Chegwidden grabbed the phone.

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"Prosecution, you're up."

"Sir, the prosecution has plenty of evidence proving that Ensign Parkington and Lt. Parks, knowingly and willfully, involved their daughters in a sort of sexual fantasy. They repeatedly beat Harmony Elizabeth and Davadita Serenity to the point of death several times, as well as raped them starting at the ages of two and fifteen."

"What evidence do you have Cmdr. Rabb, to support these allegations?"
Harm took the pictures out of his briefcase, "This are pictures taken by Davadita at various points in her and her sister's life. They were taken in the event that she could bring herself to tell authorities." He handed them to the judge who looked through them. He stopped at one, and Harm knew which one – the one of ten-year old Beth in a bikini, the long, stitched up wound shown in comparison to her body.

After a moment, the judge gulped and put the pictures face down on, "Continue."

"We also have medical reports on amateur medical care done on both Davadita and Harmony." He handed that to the judge as well, who looked over them. He picked up the pictures and handed the evidence back. Harm returned to his spot at the prosecution desk, as the judge looked at the groups.

He banged the gavel, "I find that there is enough evidence to warrant a court martial hearing. The hearing will begin tomorrow at 1300 hours."

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Cassie Jamie

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Next chapter will NOT be up tomorrow, but here's a teaser:

"Harm, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About us."

"How dare you! I own you! You are mine!" Jacob yelled. He slapped her across the face, "Don't forget – I brought you into this world. I can and will take you out of it." He sneered.

"Y…Yes…Yes, sir."