It has been a month in a half since my so called accident happen. That is what my mom and Stan are calling it. I ended up having two cracked ribs and needing stitches over my left eye. His ring did a nasty number to my eye. I have been living with Ashley during this time waiting for the trial to be over. Ashley and I have been going strong, and I don’t think I will ever be able to sleep without her next to me again. Depending on the outcome of the trial I might not have to though. My social worker told me that I would only have to go back home if he was sent to prison. I have never wanted to even consider having to go back to that house again. Jessica and I talk when she can get away from our mother. She usually lets me know what is going on and such. Leslie and I talk a little. She was not as accepting as Jessica was, but she trying to get past her fears on it I guess. I figure as long as she is trying it can’t be to bad right.

Ashley and I are getting ready for the trial. Today we find out if the jury is going to convict him or not. D.A. wanted to charge him with attempted murder, but they figured it would be easier with first degree assault charges instead.

"Ashley is it weird that I want him to get off on all charges just so I don’t have to go back?"

"No. Not at all, baby" she said giving in a hug. I just nuzzled my face into her neck taking in that wonderful sent that is Ashley.

"I would of thought that my social worker wouldn’t of put me back into that house no matter. I mean my mother was just as bad."

"I know me too but maybe it will get better after this whole trial thing is over."

"I hope."

I turn to her dresser, so I could do my makeup to finish getting ready. Ashley came up behind me wrapping her arms around me and resting her chin on my shoulder. Looking at us both through the mirror "Everything will be fine. One way or another it will be fine. I promise." I really want to believe her, but something in the back of my head was telling me differently.