Haii, you guys. Sorry this took so long to get out. I PROMISE adds will be more frequently. We're just hitting half way in to the story now. Yup only just half way. I'm hoping to get the sequel posted straight after this. So I'm posting against myself really. The sequel is unfinished. Who knows how it could turn out.
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Chapter Thirty One

"What did you think?" Dad asked Hannah and Becky as he hugged me from behind.

"She's definitely got potential here, Harry. I'm glad this meeting was organised." The darker woman spoke, tossing her long brown hair back behind her shoulder. The two stood up simultaneously and walked round the table to greet me. The one who had spoken, offered her hand out for me. " Hannah Andrews, Nice to finally meet you."

"Finally?" I questioned, taking her hand in mine and shaking it.

"McFly don't shut up about you." The other woman smiled, also sticking her hand out. "Becky McCarthy. I'll be managing you."

"Oh right. You'll be what?" I could feel my eyes widening, and my jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Managing you. Not quite yet, but in the near future I'm sure." She smiled.

"Harry, would you mind if we spoke with Brenna alone? You know how the company likes it's details." Becky smiled.

Somehow I think it was a little superficial, but I shan't judge.

Nope, shall not.

Dad nodded and winked at me, before walking out of the room again, pushing Danny out with him who had decided upon not wanting to be left out of the big commotion. I laughed lightly.

"Would you like to fill in some forms for us?" Hannah asked politely.

I looked over at Tom who nodded.

"Yes please." I was barely audible.

This was all a bit too much for me at the moment.

"It's not a contract yet, we don't want to pile a lot of information on straight away. It's just filling in some details for us as a company. Something to keep a record of for other opportunities." Becky explained as the five or so pieces of paper were shoved under my nose.

"You weren't meant to have listened to me." I poked my tongue out as Dad walked along side me out of the room, Dougie and Tom in close proximity.

"Your mum rang." He replied, now looking a little pale.

"About..." I prodded at his middle for him to continue.

"You've had your court summoning." Dad said. "For Calum's trial."

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My smile faded as I realised the full extent of what dad had just told me.

A court summoning.

To Calum's trial.

I'd have to be in the same room as him?

Breathe the same air, as him?

I'd rather not.

"I know this will be hard, but you have to go." Dad squeezed my arm slightly, trying to be reassuring. "It'll be over quicker this way."

"When is it?" I asked.

"Next year. May Seventh." He replied.

What?!

"You expect me to not only go there on my birthday, my eighteenth birthday, but on the same day that he raped me?" I almost screamed. "No. I don't care."

"Brenna, maybe you should listen to him." Danny frowned, concerned.

I shook my head. "I will not be forced to have to look at him." I could feel the tears, already welling up and ready to spill. I shook as I felt two arms wrap around me protectively. I didn't care whether dad was watching on a little disapproving. I sobbed uncontrollably as Dougie sat down with me on a nearby bench outside the building, cradling me slowly. "Don't make me do it." I cried.

"Brenna, do you want him to get away with this?" Dad knelt down, level with me, his hands on my knees. "If You don't give evidence he get's away with it."

My eyes widened.

"Does he?" I gasped.

I looked up at Dougie who nodded solemnly, then to Dad who simply bowed his head.

"We'll all be there for support.." Danny smiled.

"Yeah, and if he dares try anything you know you've got all of us here." Tom grinned.

"Oh yes, with your handbags and Zimmer frames." I snorted slightly with laughter.

"Yes, not forgetting the fanged dentures." Dougie squeezed me slightly.

I sniffed and got up, holding on to dad's hand as we continued to walk.

"And Dougie has to give evidence anyway. All of the witnesses do." Dad said.

"All of the witnesses?" I asked.

"Yeah. Kids at your party." Dad still didn't seem to impressed by the fact it had been a party for me.