Post by sudsyclassix on Sept 28, 2018 14:28:51 GMT -5
"Ask away, Esquire."
Justin's already strained smile fell from his face at Ben's sarcasm. "Mr. Weston, at what time did your father approach you, asking for assistance," he asked. "A couple of hours after it happened. He said he was over at the Horton cabin and if I knew what was good for me, I would help him." "How did he knew about Horton cabin?" "I might have mentioned that it belonged to my girlfriend and her family." "If your girlfriend is in this courtroom, please point her out." Abigail wished her uncle hadn't said that. Bile that had nothing to do morning sickness rose in her throat as Ben smiled at her. "Let the record show that the witness has indicated Abigail Deveraux," sighed Justin. "And what did your father say to you when you arrived at the cabin?" "He said DiMera's bitch wife had pistol-whipped him, and if I didn't help him, he would set me up for both murders...that they were his fault, but it didn't matter because our DNA was similar enough." "The prosecution rests their case, Your Honor." "Well, that's surprising," Aiden smirked, "because I think there are still a few facts that need to be established. Mr. Weston, you're testifying today as a condition of your plea deal with the DA's office, correct "Some deal," Ben scoffed. "I wanted immunity, but they wouldn't budge because I-" "I think the phrase you're looking for is 'aided and abetted a fugitive's unlawful flight from prosecution,'" Aiden supplied. "Something the DA's can't deny, or else you would have gotten the immunity you were seeking. Specifically what kind of help did your father need?" "He wanted painkillers for his face." "So two fugitives just waltz into Unversity Hospital?" Aiden laughed. "Forgive me, Mr. Weston, but that sounds like the beginning of an awful joke. Incidentally, didn't Miss Deveraux work there at the time." "Was Miss Deveraux your accomplice in any way, shape or form." "Didn't need her. All I needed was swipe her precious ID card, and Abby had to wave bye-bye to her nepotistic little job." "And on that particularly hostile note, the defense also rests." Judge Craig's eyebrows shot upwards toward his hairline. "I'll allow it, Mr. Jennings, but let's make sure we understand each other. Am I to understand that you are waiving your right to present witnesses in your client's defense?" "I am, Your Honor," Aiden assured him. "All right, Mr. Weston, let me ask you. You are aware of your right to speak in your defense?" "Yep...er, yes, Your Honor, but frankly, after my son's little outburst just now, I think the jury's heard enough." "Then I guess the last word falls to you, Mr. Kiriakis...assuming you'd like to cross-examine the witness before the jury deliberates?" "I would. Why embroil Miss Deveraux in this whole mess?" "Because the little whore is pregnant with someone else's kid!" Ben cried. "Yeah, that's right, you're gonna be a daddy. DiMera! Go in your little room, and deliberate that!"
Post by sudsyclassix on Oct 2, 2018 17:31:36 GMT -5
"Here honey," Jennifer Horton put the plate of Grandma Alice's donuts on the coffee table and placed a warm cup of tea in her daughter's hands. "Drink this. You look like you could use it." "Thanks," Abigail looked over the rim of her cup with a sigh. "Mommy, did you see Chad's face." She hoped that small detail would make her mother understand just how scared she was. The last time she had deliberately used the word "Mommy" had been right after her father died. Jennifer took the hint, wrapping her arms around her daughter's shoulders. "Oh, honey," she hummed, kissing the top of Abigail's head as she used to after one of the kids had had a nightmare. "He was surprised, that's all. I think it's pretty safe to say no one in that courtroom was expecting Ben's little bombshell." "Yeah, me least of all. But Ben has so much hate in his heart where I'm concerned, I should have expected something like this. How long did I really think we could keep this paternity thing between you, me, JJ and Aunt Kayla? It's amazing no one has guessed before now; I'm showing way too early for this baby to be Ben's" Last time I visited Gabi, she...oh my God, Gabi!" "What about her?" "Visiting hours at the prison are almost over. I've got to go now if I'm going to make it!" "Well, what are you waiting for? Go, go, go!" "I will, I'll see you later." Abigail stood just outside the door catching her breath.