Part 66

                                    

                                          
Hi, it's me. Please keep in mind that I have no f*cking clue what goes on in a courtroom so this is 100% made up!
                          
Hannah's POV
                          
"I'd like to call my next witness" the prosecuter states "Miss Irwin, would you please take the stand"
                          
I adjust my uncomfortable skirt and look for Ashton in the audience and he gives me a reassuring smile. I walk to the witness box and take my oath. 

                          
"Now Miss Irwin, What date was your mother allegedly murdered?" The prosecuter asks. The word allegedly makes me feel sick.

                          
"March fifth two-thousand and eight" I state without hesitation
                          
"and why do you remember that date so clearly" he asks
                          
"That "date" has played in my nightmares for nearly six years, that was when mylife went to pot" I say
                          
"Could you tell us what happened on that day please?" he asks
                          
"I was seven and I had a nightmare so I went down to my mum who was in the kitchen and my Dad came in. He got really angry beacause there was no beer in the fridge and he slapped my mum. Mum got really scared and picked up the phone to call the police but m-my Dad kicked her and p-picked up a knife and" my voice breaks "h-he slit her throat. T-then he cut h-her fingers and t-toes off. He was so drunk he forgot I was there, I was in shock and I couldn't move but once I regained awareness of everything I ran to my brother and we ran to the police station" I fight back tears and thankfully they stay put
                          
"and prior to the attack was the defendent ever violent towards you, your mum or your brother." the prosecuter asks
                          
"Yes" I say rubbing one of my scars

                          
"Ok and what about the pictures he sent you when you were living in St Mary's home for orphans?"
                          
"Erm, after I lived there for about two years I got a letter, well it was just a picture of my big brother.H-he was on the floor a-a-and his t-throat was cut underneath the photo it said you're next and the he signed it off Dad" I say
                          
"and on the twenty-fifth of october the defendent kidnapped you, would you like to tell me about that"
                          
"We had just come back from our tour-"
                          
"We being" he interupts
                          
"Me, Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford. Anyway we were just back from tour and I went to bed, when I woke up I was in a basement tied to a heater and a few minutes later my dad came in. He told me I didn't deserve a quick death"
                          
"In the month that you were there what sort of things would he do to you?"the prosecuter inquires
                          
"He liked to carv things on my body with a knife, he would kick me and punch me. Basically anything you could think of to physically hurt a human being." I say
                          
"Alright and how did you escape?"
                          
"At one point I lost control I told him to just let me die already, he went upstairs and I ripped the rope that was binding me to the radiator and I found a canned airfreshener" I take a deep breath "I hid behind the door and when he walked in I hit him and then I called the police"
                          
The prosecuter looks satisfied "No further questions your honour"
                          
Next it's time for my Dad's lawyer to take the stage "So Hannah" he says waving a file at me "It says in here that you take anti-depressants, Could they maybe cloud your brain maybe makeyour brain foggy or make you see things differently" 

                          
"No, I don't believe so and if you'd bothered to do your research then you'd know that I didn't start taking anti-depressants until 2014, a year after the letter was sent to me and several years after I witnessed the defendent murder my mother" I sass
                          
He then asks me what feels like hundreds of meaningless questions about nothing in particular but each question I have a solid answer and not a solid answer to and not one of them make me doubt the fact that everything I have said has been true.
                          
Fastforward to the end of the trial
                          
"Has the jury reached a decision?" the judge asks
                          
"We find the defendant guilty with attempted murder and kiddnap and also guilty for two counts of murder in the first degree."
                          
"I sentence Steven Huges to life without parol in prison." the judge says
                          
He is going to jail, he can never hurt me or my family again.