JR was now awaiting trial, and his lawyer was supremely confident for a win. Sitting in his room, JR couldn't help wonder what kind of life would be waiting for him if he got out. He had burned so many bridges, but the thing that haunted him most was the look of hatred on his son's face when he spoke out at the trial.

JR had been having to talk a lot about his feelings this past week, now that Dr Stanhope had taken an interest in his case. JR's strongest emotions was still hate towards the two women who had destroyed his life, but thoughts of AJ would sometimes temper is rage. He was going to get his son back, he was going to be his father again, if only AJ would let him!

Having been transferred from the maximum security wing of Oak Haven, JR was finding it wasn't an improvement. Instead of his own room, he was now sharing with an old man who would simply sit and stare at him and a guy called Shane who seemed perfectly normal except for his constant need to talk about sports.

...

JR was sitting in his cell flicking through newspaper articles. Carol, his lawyer, had insisted that the best way to move forward was to try the case in the media. He scowled at the headlines in front of him, he wasn't happy.

On the front page was a family photograph of Marissa, AJ and him with a rip tearing the picture in two and tearing AJ's image in two in the process.

"Is that your son?"

JR looked up to see 'Sporty Shane' peering at the picture.

"It is." said JR bluntly, not wanting to be drawn into another debate about football teams. But then JR noticed the glint of sympathy in his room mate's eyes.

"I had a son once." Shane said sadly, "But my wife took him away… What gave her the right to decide I couldn't be a father. I would have loved that boy, he wouldn't have wanted for anything and she took him away!"

"I know how you feel." said JR.

Shane sniffed back a sob and nodded his head.

"Don't let her take him away!"

"I won't." said JR fighting the urge to screw up the picture of Marissa's smiling face. But instead his eyes were drawn back to the image of AJ being torn in two. He had wanted his son kept out of this, or how else was he going to rebuild their trust when he was released. Marissa and Bianca were the ones to blame. AJ was just an innocent in this. He would have to have words with Carol when she came for the meeting later today.

There was a grunt from across the room. JR looked up, his other roommate was still staring at him, not saying a word.

…

Carol Robinson was sitting in the common room with her files stacked in neat piles on the table in front of her, when JR was escorted in.

JR took a seat opposite and put his newspaper cuttings on the table for her to see. One of the good things about being out of maximum security was the extra freedom he was allowed.

"When I agreed to this, I told you not to get AJ mixed up in it." said JR, pointing his finger angrily at the headline 'Child Torn Asunder'.

Carol sat back slightly, not expecting JRs outburst.

"AJ is the story." she said.

"No." said JR, "Marissa and Bianca are the ones to be torn down and humiliated. He was supposed to be kept out of the papers."

"Mr Chandler, the only story was how Marissa was keeping AJ from you. It is the foundation of our defence."

"But Bianca…"

"Bianca is the nation's sweetheart. She has sympathy by the bucket-load after that Erica movie. The sequel of which, the reason we had to rush the trial date."

Carol pulled one of the cuttings from JR's stack – 'JR Chandler - The Lost Prince'.

"It is working." she said. "You have their attention. All press is good press, Mr Chandler. You are making headlines; you have the backing of five major news corporations."

"But my son…"

"Your son is the prize, Mr Chandler. This is the reason we are fighting this fight."

JR scowled.

"You seem supremely confident."

"In this business it is the only way to be." said Carol. "Besides I have an inside source. I will know what the Marissa camp is planning before they do!"

JR looked at Carol intrigued, she clearly had a plan.

He nodded his head in defeat.

"Just try and keep AJ out of it."

"I can't make promises." said Carol, pulling one of the files from her stack. "Now Mr Chandler we need to go through your deposition on the night of the shooting…"

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