**Trials and Tribluations**
I was so nervous. Today was the start of Todd's trial for attacking me. He was being charge with attempted murder, among other charges, such as assault with a deadly weapon, apparently he used a steel pipe to beat the living shit out of me. I couldn't list everything he was being charged with if my life depended on it. Sara agreed to watch Mark and Joie for John and I while we were at the trial. I didn't want to see that asshole again, but hey, it was part of the whole thing. I had healed completely, but there were scars from where I had stitches, they weren't noticeable, but I hated them. They would be there, always as a reminder of that prick! God, I wanted to kill him. John and Dad did too, but I had them promise me they wouldn't do such a thing. I had a feeling that that promise would be broken.
During the trial, I was called up to the stand to be questioned by both parties. As I was sworn in I looked at Todd; he was staring holes in me. I felt the anger rising in me, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to jump from that stand and attack that piece of shit. I then turned my attention to the D.A. as he started with his questions, "Would you please state your name for the court?" "Angel Leigh Cena." He nodded, "Angel, would you please tell us what you remember about the night in which, the Defendant, Todd Reever attacked you?" I nodded, and tried to remember, "I was watching cartoons with my kids, and fell asleep. When I woke up, they were upstairs, playing. I got up to go into the kitchen and noticed the back door was open. I didn't think much of it at first, but then got worried. I had my kids hide in the master bathroom, and gave my son, Mark my cell phone. I told him to wait until, 9, and if I wasn't back by then to dial 911." "Then what did you do?" "I got a baseball bat out of my closet and checked the house. I then went down into the basement. The last thing I remember was the Defendant coming at me." "And what kind of injuries did you recieve?" I sighed heavily, "I had three broken ribs, lacerations on my face, bruises around my neck from where the Defendant tried to strangle me, and lots of trauma to my body from where he repeatedly struck me." "What is your relationship to the Defendant?" "He was my stepfather." "Was?" I nodded, "He and my mother are now divorced." "Did you live with Todd Reever?" "Yes." "And in the time that you lived with the Defedant, did he abuse you?" I swallowed a lump in my throat as years of abuse came flooding back in my mind; I nodded, "Yes." "How often?" I shrugged, "Just about every day." "Did you obtain any injuries from THOSE attacks?" I nodded, "My back was injured when he threw me down a flight of stairs when I was 8." The D.A. nodded, "Thank you Mrs. Cena." I nodded and watched nervously as the Defense Attorney approached me. I looked passed him and saw my Dad fighting to keep from crying. John, on the other hand was seething with anger. The Defense Attorney caught my attention, "Mrs. Cena how old are your children?" I licked my lips which were now very dry, "Mark is 5, and Joie is 3." He nodded, "I see. Do you always fall asleep when you're supposed to be watching your children?" The D.A. shot up from his seat, "Objection, relevance." The judge looked at the Defense Attorney, "Sustained." He smirked, "Mrs. Cena, are you sure that it was Todd Reever you saw in your basement?" I nodded and looked at him as if he were insane, "Yes, I'm sure. I'd know his face anywhere." "Is it true you once attacked my client in a gym in Houston?" I swallowed and slowly nodded, "Yes." "And why did you do that," he asked turning to look around the court. I sighed, "When I saw him, and thought about all he did, I snapped." He turned sharply and looked at me, "Is it possible that you're accusing my client of this so you can get back at him for all the years of ALLEGED abuse?" "Alleged?!" I was now totally pissed off, "That son-of-a-bitch used to kick my ass every day, yeah, but if it were up to me, he would have been put out of his misery a long time ago, not gettin' the easy way out, and goin' to jail, so no. I'm not just doin' this to get even. I'm doin' it so that piece of trash can't hurt anyone else." "Why did you leave your children?" "I thought I would be able to take care of the situation. I can generally defend myself, but not against a steel pipe." "No further questions." The judge looked at me, "You may step down." I nodded and walked over to take my place next to John. I looked at him, he was now staring holes at Todd, and I was worried about what he would do. Without warning, he jumped over the wooden divider and attacked Todd. They wrestled to the floor and John began to beat the shit out of him. Four baliffs had to rip him off and carry him out of the courtroom. My Dad and I quickly got up to follow.
John was being calmed in the hallway, no one really needed an explanation why he did it. Dad and I walked out there and I looked at John as the baliffs left. I sighed and hugged him, "Babe, why?" John sighed and returned the strong hug, "After hearing all that he did to you, I couldn't help it." I just hugged him tightly as Dad stood there and watched. When we pulled apart, Dad smiled at John, "I'm damn proud of you boy." John smiled, "Thanks Mark." I shook my head, those two were certainly something different.
I walked into the house and sighed as I collapsed onto the couch. I was relieved, the trial was over and Todd was found guilty. Thank God. I needed a break from everything, and John knew it. He smiled and kneeled down next to the couch, "Angel, how about your Dad watches the kids for us while we go on a little vacation." I smirked and nodded, "Yeah, and where would we go." John smiled and grabbed my hands, "I don't know, Italy?" I looked at him in shock, "Italy?" John nodded and kissed my forehead, "Yeah, our plane leaves day after tomorrow. So, get packing." I smiled as I watched him go. Italy, damn, he was certainly full of surprises!
Author's Note: Isn't that so sweet????????? LOL, I think it is... some time away from everything... I think that's what Angel needs... I hope to update soon, but in the meantime REVIEW
I was so nervous. Today was the start of Todd's trial for attacking me. He was being charge with attempted murder, among other charges, such as assault with a deadly weapon, apparently he used a steel pipe to beat the living shit out of me. I couldn't list everything he was being charged with if my life depended on it. Sara agreed to watch Mark and Joie for John and I while we were at the trial. I didn't want to see that asshole again, but hey, it was part of the whole thing. I had healed completely, but there were scars from where I had stitches, they weren't noticeable, but I hated them. They would be there, always as a reminder of that prick! God, I wanted to kill him. John and Dad did too, but I had them promise me they wouldn't do such a thing. I had a feeling that that promise would be broken.
During the trial, I was called up to the stand to be questioned by both parties. As I was sworn in I looked at Todd; he was staring holes in me. I felt the anger rising in me, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to jump from that stand and attack that piece of shit. I then turned my attention to the D.A. as he started with his questions, "Would you please state your name for the court?" "Angel Leigh Cena." He nodded, "Angel, would you please tell us what you remember about the night in which, the Defendant, Todd Reever attacked you?" I nodded, and tried to remember, "I was watching cartoons with my kids, and fell asleep. When I woke up, they were upstairs, playing. I got up to go into the kitchen and noticed the back door was open. I didn't think much of it at first, but then got worried. I had my kids hide in the master bathroom, and gave my son, Mark my cell phone. I told him to wait until, 9, and if I wasn't back by then to dial 911." "Then what did you do?" "I got a baseball bat out of my closet and checked the house. I then went down into the basement. The last thing I remember was the Defendant coming at me." "And what kind of injuries did you recieve?" I sighed heavily, "I had three broken ribs, lacerations on my face, bruises around my neck from where the Defendant tried to strangle me, and lots of trauma to my body from where he repeatedly struck me." "What is your relationship to the Defendant?" "He was my stepfather." "Was?" I nodded, "He and my mother are now divorced." "Did you live with Todd Reever?" "Yes." "And in the time that you lived with the Defedant, did he abuse you?" I swallowed a lump in my throat as years of abuse came flooding back in my mind; I nodded, "Yes." "How often?" I shrugged, "Just about every day." "Did you obtain any injuries from THOSE attacks?" I nodded, "My back was injured when he threw me down a flight of stairs when I was 8." The D.A. nodded, "Thank you Mrs. Cena." I nodded and watched nervously as the Defense Attorney approached me. I looked passed him and saw my Dad fighting to keep from crying. John, on the other hand was seething with anger. The Defense Attorney caught my attention, "Mrs. Cena how old are your children?" I licked my lips which were now very dry, "Mark is 5, and Joie is 3." He nodded, "I see. Do you always fall asleep when you're supposed to be watching your children?" The D.A. shot up from his seat, "Objection, relevance." The judge looked at the Defense Attorney, "Sustained." He smirked, "Mrs. Cena, are you sure that it was Todd Reever you saw in your basement?" I nodded and looked at him as if he were insane, "Yes, I'm sure. I'd know his face anywhere." "Is it true you once attacked my client in a gym in Houston?" I swallowed and slowly nodded, "Yes." "And why did you do that," he asked turning to look around the court. I sighed, "When I saw him, and thought about all he did, I snapped." He turned sharply and looked at me, "Is it possible that you're accusing my client of this so you can get back at him for all the years of ALLEGED abuse?" "Alleged?!" I was now totally pissed off, "That son-of-a-bitch used to kick my ass every day, yeah, but if it were up to me, he would have been put out of his misery a long time ago, not gettin' the easy way out, and goin' to jail, so no. I'm not just doin' this to get even. I'm doin' it so that piece of trash can't hurt anyone else." "Why did you leave your children?" "I thought I would be able to take care of the situation. I can generally defend myself, but not against a steel pipe." "No further questions." The judge looked at me, "You may step down." I nodded and walked over to take my place next to John. I looked at him, he was now staring holes at Todd, and I was worried about what he would do. Without warning, he jumped over the wooden divider and attacked Todd. They wrestled to the floor and John began to beat the shit out of him. Four baliffs had to rip him off and carry him out of the courtroom. My Dad and I quickly got up to follow.
John was being calmed in the hallway, no one really needed an explanation why he did it. Dad and I walked out there and I looked at John as the baliffs left. I sighed and hugged him, "Babe, why?" John sighed and returned the strong hug, "After hearing all that he did to you, I couldn't help it." I just hugged him tightly as Dad stood there and watched. When we pulled apart, Dad smiled at John, "I'm damn proud of you boy." John smiled, "Thanks Mark." I shook my head, those two were certainly something different.
I walked into the house and sighed as I collapsed onto the couch. I was relieved, the trial was over and Todd was found guilty. Thank God. I needed a break from everything, and John knew it. He smiled and kneeled down next to the couch, "Angel, how about your Dad watches the kids for us while we go on a little vacation." I smirked and nodded, "Yeah, and where would we go." John smiled and grabbed my hands, "I don't know, Italy?" I looked at him in shock, "Italy?" John nodded and kissed my forehead, "Yeah, our plane leaves day after tomorrow. So, get packing." I smiled as I watched him go. Italy, damn, he was certainly full of surprises!
Author's Note: Isn't that so sweet????????? LOL, I think it is... some time away from everything... I think that's what Angel needs... I hope to update soon, but in the meantime REVIEW
