Shane's POV

I sat in my prison cell, staring blankly at the bare wall before me. Tears trickled down my face as thoughts flashed through my mind. Claire. My Claire. My broken, beaten, bruised Claire.

I let out a small whimper as I relived the memories in my head, I could feel my fist hitting her face, my foot kicking her stomach, my fingers clutching her hair. It wasn't me who did it. But I could feel it in my bones. The 'New Shane' may be gone, but he left his memories, destruction and consequences behind.

It felt like hours, months, years that I was sat like that for. I needed to know how Claire was. I needed to know she was okay, I had to make sure she knew it wasn't me who hurt her.

But I couldn't do that, I was stuck in jail, waiting for someone to tell me my fate. Was I going to be let out and be able to work on Claire and Eve and Michael to forgive me, or was I going to be stuck in here for eternity and never see any of them again. It could go either way.

I heard a sudden jangle of keys hit the steel bars of my cell. My head shot up to find a police officer, the one who had locked me in here, unlocking the cell door. My heart raced as I watched, should I just make a run for it? No. That would make things worse. But I could go far enough to the hospital to talk to Claire, Michael and Ev-

"Mister Collins," The officer announced as he eased his broad shoulders through the slightly open door. "I'm going to come in, handcuff you, and take you to court."

Court. My eyes widened at the word. Now it's really time to discover my fate. The officer walked straight in and I rose to my feet, turning around to give him access to my wrists. He handcuffed them, slamming the lock down, making me wince.

We walked for what seemed like forever. Down gloomy corridors. You'd think by now that I'd be used to gloomy, I live in Morganville for god sake. But this was a different gloomy, one I was petrified of.

We walked towards two big wooden doors. I frowned, noticing it had windows, but they were blacked out. The officer stepped in front of me and eased the door open. He pushed me forward first. I went in with my head down, because I knew all eyes were on me.

The court room was strange. I'd seen a court room once when I was a kid when my mum was discovered dead, but this one felt different. It had a different vibe.

I looked around the room to find a few people I knew, and quite frankly, some people who had no reason to be there. I scanned the room and spotted Myrnin, Monica and her sheep, Hannah, Richard (Dick), Claire, Han- CLAIRE! My eyes darted back to her, and I nearly broke. She sat in a wheelchair, her face was bruised and cut, her hair tied scruffily into a ponytail. Eve sat beside her, holding her hand and glaring devil eyes at me. Michael sat on the other side, he nodded at me.

I kept my eyes on Claire as I sat down by the Judges seat. Tears welled in my eyes the more I looked at her. She looked so hurt and fragile, just like the first time I saw her.

"All rise." My head shot to another door beside me as the Judge walked through, I stood. Once the judge sat down, so did I. Still looking at Claire.

"Lets get right into it." The Judge said. "Claire Danvers, it says here that you didnt want to press the charges of domestic abuse against Mister Collins, is that correct."
"Correct." She wheezed.

Oh my God, she wasn't pressing charges. I was going to be let out! My heart raced and I shifted in my seat. I smiled at Claire. God, she knew. She must know it wasn't me! The stress and tension that had built up the whole time I was in my cell lifted away from me. I slumped down in my seat and breathed. I was going to be okay, I was going to go home. I was going to get my Claire back!

"But Miss Eve Rosser, you're insisting on pressing the charges."

Oh for god fucking sake.

"100% correct." Eve said with a smile as she rubbed Claire's shoulder. I shook my head as tears welled once again in my eyes. I should have fucking known she wanted to get her opinion across, as always.

"We have evidence that Mister Collins abused Miss Danvers and Miss Rosser. Video camera's were built into Claire's room several months back. So Mister Collins, anything you'd like to say?"

The whole room went silent, everyone stared at me, apart from Claire. She looked down at her hands. I stared at her. Even with a bruised and cut face, she looked absolutely stunning. "I love you, Claire." A single tear fell from my eyes. "I love you so much." Claire looked up at me with a shocked expression. A snigger came from Monica's side of the room, but I ignored that. I was focused only on Claire's face. I had to, I may not be able to see her again.

"Okay." The judge shrugged. "Mister Collins I charge you with the charge of domestic abuse, in this town, that is extremely illegal. You are to serve 15 years in jail and 10 years doing community service. That is a total of 25 years in pris-"

"Let him go." A stern voice echoed from the end of the room. The sound of high heels hitting the floor hilled the room as Amelie walked forward.

"Absolutely none if this is Shane's fault. Let the boy go."

God, I'm so sorry I havent updated in so long! I've had a lot going on in my personal life that I really needed to sort out, but at the minute I'm not myself, so I thought getting back into writing again might help me. I'm sorry if this is a bit bad, I havent wrote in a very long time and I have forgotten a lot of my stories story lines! I will be updating a lot more of my stories soon and hopefully will be bringing some new ones out! Please review, even though I am really bad at updating! I'm really sorry again! Thank you for reading! x