They took Joe to court and he was put on trial. The trial only lasted a few weeks.
Although it seemed to drag on forever, the last day hit Jonathan and Lena unexpectedly. It was October the ninth; a Sunday.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked the judge. Lena held her breath and squeezed Jonathan's hand. She had been waiting for this moment for so very long. Her lawyer's information was undeniable and the arguments he presented were perfect. There was no way any one of the jury could possible plead Joe not guilty. But in times like this, Lena had a tendency to become a pessimist.
There were only eight people in the jury, and the speaker rose. "The jury has reached a verdict, your honor. First juror pleads," Lena held her breath. "Guilty on account of multiple rape." As soon as the rest of the jury gave their say in the matter, guilty on all accounts of rape and domestic violence, Lena put her head on Jonathan's chest and started to cry.
"It's okay, Lena. You are safe now. Joe got 24 years of prison. He can't hurt you anymore," Jonathan said as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm crying because I am relieved!" she said in between sobs. "He got every thing he deserved."
"He should have gotten the death penalty," Jonathan said, his anger boiling up inside. "They should have killed him right now after what he had done to you."
Lena wiped her eyes and said, "Forget about him. Like you said, he can't hurt us anymore."
As they walked to Jonathan's car Lena said, "Did you know that tomorrow is my birthday?"
"Yes I did," Jonathan lied. Shit I forgot!
"What did you get me?"
"I'm not telling you."
They laughed and went to Jonathan's house to relax and just to be in each other's arms.
When it came time for Lena to leave, neither of them wanted her to go, but she had to. So, Jonathan dropped her off and went back to his lonely, empty house.
It started to storm.
When Jonathan got home, all he could think about was Lena. He tried to get his mind off her in anyway possible, but nothing seemed to work; he couldn't even work on his toxins he was so distracted.
"Maybe if I take a cold shower…" he thought out loud. He went into his bathroom and got the shower running. He had taken his jacket off and was halfway done unbuttoning his shirt when he heard a knock at the door. Who in hell could that be? He grabbed his glasses, turned the water off, and headed for the door.
"What are you…" he didn't get to finish his sentence because a very soggy Lena threw herself on him and sobbed into his shoulder.
"I hate them! I want them to die! All of them need to die and burn in hell!" Jonathan wrapped his arms around the distraught girl and said,
"What happened Lena? Who needs to die?" He held the girl at arms length. He saw clearly; she had bruises and cuts all over her face and, when he took her jacket off, all over her body. "They beat you didn't they?" he asked horrified that anyone would want to hurt an innocent girl like Lena. But that was your original intention, wasn't it. To hurt her, to make her suffer. said Scarecrow. Jonathan brushed him away. I don't anymore though. I love her, I care about her. But the better half of his real conscience told him, But you love fear more.
She just nodded and threw herself on his shoulder again. Jonathan led her to the couch and went to get some towels for her to dry off with. After a while she calmed down and he asked her, "What happened? Why did they beat you?" she was sitting in his lap on the couch and he was rocking her back and forth.
"I went home and I hadn't even stepped all the way in when I heard, 'WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!' from Mallory. She was drunk again, but normally when she gets drunk she is really passive, but something was different this time."
"'I've been with Jonathan, why?' I asked."
"'We've been waiting for you all day! The floors and walls aren't going to clean themselves you whore!' she said, screaming at me"
"'Well,' I said. 'If you are so worried about the way your house looks, then get off your fat ass and do it yourself!' That was a big mistake. She slapped me first and then it escaladed. Bob came to, just as drunk as Mallory. He held me down while Mallory beat me. I tried to fight back but Bob was stronger then I had given him credit for. Mallory's foot was aiming for my head, but I moved and she kicked the pillow instead. They must have thought that the pillow was me because Mallory started to beat the pillow while Bob held it down. I crept out of the back door and ran all the way here because they had the keys to my car." She went back to weeping on Jonathan's shoulder.
He sat with her for as long as she needed. She had finally calmed down to where instead of sobbing, she was just sitting in Jonathan's lap, trying her hardest to relax.
"Why don't you spend the night here?" Jonathan asked Lena. "I don't think you should go home after that."
"No! I never want to go home, never," she said.
"Well why don't you try to get some sleep after I clean these cuts and bruises?" He walked her into the kitchen, picked her up, and put her on the counter.
He grabbed a dish towel and ran it under the warm water from the sink. He put his hand on Lena's face so he could clean the cut on her cheek. She shuddered under his soft touch and grimaced. "Sorry, does that hurt?" he asked.
She nodded slightly. "Okay I will try to be gentler," he said in a gentle tone.
"It's not that you aren't being gentle, it's just, the bruises are so," she looked in Jonathan's eyes and didn't finish the sentence. They sat there looking into each other, lost in a mix of wanting to make love right then and there, and knowing that it was a bad idea.
Minutes passed and Jonathan finally broke the gaze and put the, now, cold towel under the hot water again, and finished cleaning that particular cut.
"There, all done with your face, now let's see your body," he said. Lena blushed and took off her shirt to reveal a white bra, but that was the only thing white about her; she was cover in black and purple bruises and red cuts. But one stood out in front of all the rest. It was a deep bloody cut that spanned the length of her back. "Jesus." Jonathan took his finger and ran it lightly along the open wound. Lena sucked in air through a clenched jaw. "Lena, they couldn't have cut you this bad by just hitting you. Did they pull a knife on you?"
She took in a shuddering breath and with tears spilling out of her eyes again, she said, "Yes. I didn't think you would help me, so I didn't tell you." Her shoulders started to shake with sobs again and Jonathan turned her around and wrapped his arms around her.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here and I'll help you. But I really need to clean these cuts and check if they are infected, okay?" he said in a soft, caring voice. She collected herself and turned around, still sitting on the counter.
Jonathan could almost hear her trying not to cry out in pain, and she was doing well, but when he started to clean the cut that crossed the width of her back she let out a small yelp and gripped the counter top so hard, her knuckles went white. He put his hand over hers and she didn't relax immediately, but he whispered in her ear, "Take my hand and every time you feel pain, squeeze my hand and try to transfer it into me, let me take the pain for you." Her beautiful hand slowly relaxed and grasped his pale one. He continued to clean and she grasped his hand, tighter with every stroke of the wet towel on her back.
"Finished. Do you have any cuts on your legs or front?" he asked, his hand painfully entwined with Lena's.
She took her pants off so he could make sure that the cuts on her legs weren't infected and could clean all the rest.
"All done," he said as he helped her off the counter. "Why did you think that I wasn't going to help you?"
She refused to look at him. "No one has ever helped me before. I have had to fend for myself since before I can remember. My parents died when I was four, and I didn't even go to an orphanage. I went straight to the asshole of a family."
Jonathan thought, I think I have found my next test subjects.
Jonathan took her face in his soft pale hands forcing her to look into his ice blue eyes. "I will always help you no matter what happens. I swear till my dieing day, I will always help you."
Tears rolled down her cheeks and into the cuts on her face. She put her hands on his. "You swear? You swear to me on my life?"
"I swear to you on both our lives, I will always help you, always." They looked into each others eyes and put his hand on the small of her back, as close to her bottom as he could get, pulled her in close, and kissed her.
Hello once again my little ducklings! Today is a momentous day! I have, for once, updated in a timely fashion! WOOHOO! WOOT WOOT! e- fudge for everyone who read and reviewed! Thanks for sticking with me guys! I love you all! Oh, and if you want, I'll give you a preview for the next chapter! This one's gonna be good!
Jonathan stepped out of the shower stall and he hadn't even had his glasses on for two seconds when Lena jumped on him and kissed him roughly knocking him into the wall behind them.
She had her body pressed up against his so hard Jonathan could feel every one of his cells tingling with anticipation and pleasure.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, breaking the kiss.
"I was to busy thinking about you," and she went to kiss him again, but Jonathan put his hand in front of her mouth to stop her.
" Lena, I'm gay."
Teehee! Just kidding about that "I'm gay" part, but the rest is what you have to look forward to!