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Chapter 4: A Boy Brushed Red... Living in Black and White

Can you feel your heartbeat racing?

Can you taste the fear in her sweat?

You've done this wrong

Its too far gone

These sheets tell of regret

I admit that I'm just a fool for you

I am just a fool for you

The day of the trial is kind of a blur. I remember parts, but other pieces, not so much. I hadn't seen Matt since the day he almost killed Jake and I thought I could handle seeing him. I was wrong. Get a hold of yourself, Stewart. I told myself. I didn't eat breakfast that morning. I couldn't. I'd broken up with Jake the day before, and now I had to face the man, no, boy, who raped me. My stomach was in knots.

"Mr. Ryan, can you tell us who, in this room, attended your party December 4th of this past year?" My lawyer asked Jake.

"Hannah Montana, her manager, and driver, her friend, Lola, I think her name was, Matt James, his uncle Roger, and myself."

"And was there any type drugs or alcohol at your party that you know of?"

"None."

"So, no one was drunk or 'high' or anything else?"

"Not to my acknowledge. My parents are very strict about that type of thing, and I do not participate in that sort of behavior."

"Can you tell us how the conversation between yourself, Miss Montana and Mr. James went?"

"I was talking to Hannah about some stuff we had talked about when she guest stared on Zombie High when Matt came over. I introduced them and I got called away shortly after. That was the extent of the three of us talking."

"And when did Miss Montana leave?"

"About thirty minutes after I left them"

"Did she seem upset at all?"

"Well, I didn't talk to her after at all, but she sang a sort of anti-Christmas party song. I remember thinking something was wrong.?

"Thank you, Mr. Ryan." Sunday said. "Your wittiness."

Matt's lawyer found no use for Jake because he would only help convict Matt, so he was asked to step down. Dr. Huntington and Detectives Yager and Graff also testified. Dr. Huntington said that there had been signs of forced entry and with the DNA sample Matt had given, she had scientific proof that Matt had actually done it. The detectives also said things that would help the prosecution.

Matt testified. He didn't lie, but twisted the truth. His lawyer asked things like, were you alone with her, did you touch her. Nothing like, did she ever say no or tell you to get your filthy hands off of her.

Sunday started just like always. "Where were you on December 4th of last year?"

"I was at an early Christmas party at the Ryan household."

"As in Jake Ryan?"

"Yes."

"What was the purpose of your visit?"

"Jake asked me to perform. I agreed to do it."

"Can you recall all the events of that night?"

"I arrived and almost immediately started my first set. The only thing I did before that was drink a bottle of water in the green room.'

"And after that?"

"I had a quick conversation with Jake. He introduced me to Matt James."

"The defendant?"

"Yes."

"Continue"

"Jake got called away and Matt asked if he could get an autograph for his sister. We went into the green room because I had a few photos in there." I started crying again, but Sunday encouraged me.

"It's okay Hannah. It's okay to cry," she comforted me "Please, if you can, go on."

"Okay" I breathed deep and wiped the tears off my cheeks. "We went into the green room because I had a few photos in there. I started to get one to sign for him. He pushed me down on the couch and undid my pants and he... he forced sex with me."

"And did you protest?"

"Yes. I said 'no' and 'stop' several times. But he didn't stop and he didn't quit."

"What happened after that?"

"My manager came into the room a few minutes later. I asked if we could leave, but he said I had an obligation. I didn't tell him what had just happened. I went back on stage and sang another song, a negative song. Then my manager asked what was happening with me. And I told him everything. He took me to the hospital."

"And what happened at the hospital?"

"They did a rape kit and I talked to the police. Dr. Mary Huntington and Detectives Yager and Graff."

"Thank you." She turned to Matt's lawyer's "Your witness."

This was the part I was worried about.

"Miss Montana." he said. "Were you attracted to my client?"

"Maybe a little bit." I said confused.

"Did you not invite him into the greenroom?"

"Yes, for an autograph."

"Were you perhaps, suggestive in your behavior?"

"No."

"Were you wearing revealing clothing?"

"No. Not at all."

Matt's lawyer looked as nervous as I was. He quietly cursed himself. "No further questions."

Court broke for the jury to deliberate. Sunday told me that I had shattered the defense with only a few questions and answers. She told me not to worry, that the jurors would probably rule in my favor. I hoped she was right.

"Jury," The judge said. "Have you reached a verdict?"

"Yes, we have your honor." Juror number one said. "In all charges we find the defendant..."