A/N: Yes, it's me, I'm not dead. So sorry I haven't updated in a couple of weeks, I was really busy and working on my other stories as well and couldn't use the laptop for the past days. And there's one more chapter after this, kind of like an epilogue, and then it's over. But I hope you like this and leave a review…please?

And this isn't proof read, so sorry for the grammatical mistakes that I know are in here but I am too lazy to edit this. Maybe I'll edit this some other day. Maybe.

The whole room went silent.

So damn silent that Maya was pretty sure every single person heard her heart ramming against her chest.

She was dreading this. Maya hated—no, despised—courts.

Seriously, it was all a hoax. The judge will have two people state their cases, their lawyers will fight dirty and below the belt, and then the judge doesn't even decide who's guilty or not—the freaking "jury" does. What kind of crap was that? Furthermore, Maya despised politics and laws and whatever the hell people did at law school. She told herself she would never even set even a foot in any damn court. But, really, Maya told herself a lot of things.

"Ms. Hart," Melissa Lope, Andy's lawyer, said, waiting expectantly. "Please answer the question."

Maya felt like crying. Just letting out all the tears she bottled up for years and just sob her heart out. She just felt so damn guilty. She looked at Riley in the audience. She was also looking at Maya expectantly, waiting for her to answer and looking anxious. She was sitting next her father, Farkle, Zay, and their wives. She looked at all of their anxious, expectant faces and silent pleads for her to just say something.

Maya looked at Topanga, the lawyer, stiffly sitting with papers in her hands that were getting crumbled because she was unconsciously squeezing them.

"Ms. Hart," Melissa repeated. "You have the answer the question."

Maya was vaguely aware of Melissa's words and honestly didn't care. She was more preoccupied with Lucas, who was sitting next to Topanga. He was staring her down and just looked so desperate. His face was a mixture of desperation, expectation, fear, and slight anger. That face alone would have had Maya shout her answer and have him free. But then she looked at Andy. She told herself not to even look his direction. But Maya's always telling herself things, isn't she?

She looked at him. She looked at his blonde hair and green eyes that were staring her down more than Lucas's. He didn't say anything, but Maya knew. She knew because of his face that was yelling out many silent words. His angry face that told her if she told the truth, or anything close to it, he'd go after her—and Lucas.

Maya was so damn petrified that she didn't even notice Melissa was talking to her until the Judge banged his gavel to get her attention.

"Ms. Hart!" Melissa said through gritted teeth. "Answer the question—does Andy Ruiz physically abuse you?"

Andy's face darkened and Maya knew that he would punish her and Lucas. She really felt like crying now.

I'm sorry, Lucas. "No. Andy does not abuse me," she finally said, looking down. She didn't want to see the disappointed and shocked faces of them. Or Andy's happy and smug one either.

"Your honor!" Lucas exclaimed, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Andy. "That's not true! I saw her bruises with my own eyes!"

"Then where are her bruises, then?" Melissa said with the slightest smirk of triumph.

"She uses make-up to cover them," Lucas explained desperately.

"I highly doubt that make-up can cover up bruises, and so well at that," the Judge drawled in disbelief, eyeing Maya's skin.

"That's correct," Melissa nodded. "I'm a woman and I know my make-up, so I assure you none can cover up something like that."

"Objection!" Topanga said, standing up.

"Overruled," the Judge said.

"Your honor!"

"Over. Ruled."

"Even if Ms. Hart did cover up the marks with bruises," Melissa said pointedly, "Why wouldn't she confess that Andy does abuse her? Why would she lie, and continue to get beat? That's ridiculous."

Maya blinked back her tears.

"Now Mr. Friar obviously made up that lie for an excuse to assault Mr. Ruiz—or attemptive murder, perhaps."

"Objection!" Topanga yelled.

"Proceed," the Judge allowed.

"Mr. Frair cannot be guilty of attemptive murder! He only put Mr. Ruiz in the hospital for a month, but had absolutely no intentions of doing anything of the sort!"

"On the contrary," Melissa said. "Mr. Ruiz said he only survived because he managed to get away from Mr. Friar's brutal beating and could barely call for help. If he hadn't escaped, Mr. Friar possibly would have continued his acts and done more damage than fractured ribs, bruising, inner bleeding, and an extreme concussion that he had to suffer through. If Mr. Friar was not trying to kill him, then what else was he trying to do?"

Topanga's mouth closed and she looked helplessly at Lucas. He looked like his heart just got crushed and his mouth turned down in defeat. Maya saw and felt as if she just died on the inside—again.

"Alright. The jury have reached a verdict," the Judge said after a moment, beckoning for a man to come forward.

"Right, Your Honor. For the unnecessary physical assault, attemptive murder, and hospitalization of Andy Ruiz, the defendant, Lucas Friar, is found…guilty and is sentenced to fifteen years in prison."

Gaps of shock and horror filled the room as well of cries of protest. Two guards came for Lucas, and he looked like he was in shock. Riley ran from the audience, sobbing, and hugged him. After the guards pried her off and began leading him away, he looked up. And his and Maya's eye met.

She so desperately wanted to go back and tell the Judge that Andy was beating her, and she was just afraid he would beat her and Lucas to death when he got out of jail and that she was so sorry. But all she did was stare into those sea-foam green eyes she had always loved but were now filled with disappointment and betrayal. And if she thought that her heart wasn't already broken, she was wrong.

Lucas turned away from her without a word. And, once again, her heart was ripped out and stomped on and just plain broken by the look on his face. She didn't give a damn that hope was for suckers—she was a huge one as she hoped and wished that one day he could forgive her. That he would know that she was sorry—so utterly and completely sorry.

As Maya turned, she caught something. She saw Andy slip the Judge something green and he nodded and took it before hiding it behind his robe. Her mouth fell open. He had the audacity to do that?!

"Hey," Andy said softly as he walked over to Maya, taking her hand and leading her off the stand. "I'm sorry for everything. Being in that hospital gave me a lot of time to think, and I realized I was treating you so wrong and taking you for granted. I promise that I will never to those things to you ever again."

Maya wanted to scream and yell and hit him over and over. How dare he pay off the judge so he can side with Andy? How dare he hit her everyday. How dare he break down her sprit with every spiteful word he threw at her? How dare he be standing there with a smile while Lucas has to go to jail?

And how dare she for not doing anything to stop it? She was just as bad as he was.

Maya looked past Andy and saw Topanga hugging her husband for losing both her case and son-in-law. She looked at Farkle and Zay, who she hadn't seen in months, look sad and distraught because they just lost their best friend. And as she looked at Riley's tear stained face for losing her husband and having to be a single mother for the next 15 years, Maya realized she just lost her best friend as well.

She looked back at those green eyes that she always loved. They weren't as deep as Lucas's sea-foam ones, but they were close enough. That thought had always made her guilty.

"Promise?" Maya whispered.

"I promise…I love you."

Maya looked back at everyone and realized she probably lost all of their trust and friendships that day. The only person left in the world who loves her is only Andy. But that was okay. She was broken, anyway—broken beyond repair.

"I love you, too."