Sam felt all the atoms in his body disassemble and collapse.  It was like he had disintegrated into billions of tiny pieces and it felt like he'd disappeared, leaving a pool of clothes on the floor.  Sadly, Sam had not disappeared, he was real.  This was real.  Having sat through the trial that bastard of a father was guilty of all counts.  He was sure, the pieces connected together.  Why was he at their house?  To get Louis.  Why did he want Louis?  Because he knew his own blood was away, framed for a murder he did not commit.  Who could have known that except the murderer?  The person whose vile seed was responsible for his existence killed Brooklyn - Sam was certain.  Why did he kill her?  To hurt Autumn.  Why did he frame his own son?  To hurt Patty.  This evil son of a bitch did everything out of revenge for his own disgusting actions.

Sam had coped, he really had.  This trial, this seeing it through was bringing closure to the last few months.  He would never, ever forgive his father but if he was jailed forever that would be enough.  He would never, ever stop loving Brooklyn, but she was gone from this mortal realm and he'd be an old man before he saw her again.  Tomorrow was going to be the start of a new day, but now this?????

"NO!" Sam yelled from the public gallery, "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" he screamed as the judge banged his gavel calling for order.

In the dock Harvey Hanson laughed, "you little pussy, just like your momma, you ain't fit to have that boy..." he jeered.  Twisted as Harvey was, inside his mind his son was a massive failure.  Timid and shy at home, hanging around with girls, awful at sports.  As a man the fag worked at a library for chriss'sakes.  Harvey wished he'd smacked the boy just a little more, in fact he'd respect the little prick if he had took a swing at him all those years ago.

Sam's life had been slowly repairing since dawn rose in that grey cell, the memory of Brooklyn's love and inherent goodness was the shining light that guided him every single day no matter how hard it was.

[i]'Not guilty.... how...why???'[/i] went through his head before his hearing connected to his brain and he understood the words the bastard was saying.

At times of extreme stress and pressure the body is energising to do more than it has ever done before, feats of prowess, strength and speed.  Instinctively Sam leapt over the barrier at the dock and dropped to the floor.  He was a matter of metres away from Harvey whose cuffed hands were raised, egging him on for a fight.

"I'll show you who's a fucking pussy!" yelled Sam as in a split second officers moved towards him and others moved to take the soon to be convicted down.  Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw the pistol in the holster of a young officer rushing him.

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