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Innocence (Andy Barber x F!Reader) Chapter 1: Violate (18+)
Summary: y/n’s boyfriend rapes her, and andy barber is the lawyer for her case
wc: 1220
Chapter 2
content: mentions of grooming, mentions of sexual assault, rape, sexual themes, alcohol, swearing, angst, you’ll probably get angry, not being believed, andy is a good guy, y/n is 5’10, andy is 6’
currently not proof read
Pov: second person
I have never seen an episode of Defending Jacob because my broke ass can’t afford Apple TV. Also can't find the book anywhere. Everything I know about the show is from fanfiction. If anything is incorrect, I apologize.
This fic was written to spread awareness on sexual assault
This fic is inspired by “Prima Facie” starring Jodie Comer, and my own personal experiences. If you or anyone you know has been a survivor please know that you’re not alone. If you need anyone to talk to, know that as someone who has been groomed, I am here for you. My Discord will be available below. I am not a professional however. Professional services will also be linked below. Remember: YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE. and if anyone tries to gaslight you into thinking that it was YOUR fault. Fuck them. It wasn’t.
My Discord: chxrry#3063
MeTooMvmt.Org
DomesticShelters.Org
YWCA Canada
Nikki Land
Grooming Definition: Grooming is when someone builds an emotional connection and a trusting relationship with someone, typically younger, in order for them to manipulate, abuse and/or exploit them. People of all ages can be groomed and can be the groomer.
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782 days. Seven-hundred-eighty-two days. 2 years and 51 days. 2 years, one month and 21 days. That’s how long ago it happened. How long ago it was since you’d had enough. Since you realized that he didn’t love you. That he was using you. That he was grooming you. That he’d physically and emotionally abuse you, then proceed to gaslight you into thinking that he was doing this because he loved you. Gaslight you into thinking that your family didn’t love you, and that he was all you had. You were convinced that he really did love you. So convinced in fact, that you’d let him fuck you after he’d gaslight you, because you were vulnerable. You were manipulated by that piece of shit man; Jake Hall.
You were convinced that all was well until the night you finally said, “NO.” You two were out drinking with your friends Sierra and Ethan. They were more so Jake friends than yours, but they still cared plenty about you, and you knew that. Surprisingly, you hadn’t been gaslit into thinking otherwise. That night, you were intoxicated, however, you were still sober enough to be aware of your surroundings. After taking your third shot of tequila, things started to get hot and heavy between you and Jake, so you two both made the decision to go back to your apartment. There, you had a few glasses of wine, some vodka, and some more tequila. You drank much more than Jake did, however you didn’t think of it.
Now, you were quite intoxicated, but yet, you were still aware of your surroundings. You let Jake know that you were still, “sober enough” to put it in the same words you used, and you two went to your room and fucked. Shortly after, you felt sick. You let Jake know, he pulled out, and you went straight to the bathroom to throw up. All of that alcohol was coming back to haunt you.
You slumped down with your back against the tub, and placed your head on your knees. Jake then came in and picked you up. He carried you to the bedroom, placed you on the bed, and peppered you with kisses. You told him to stop, but it was more playful than serious.
“Stop,” you giggled, “I have to brush my teeth.”
Jake continued.
“Jake, my breath stinks.”
“I don’t care about your nasty breath,” Jake remarked. “You’re still absolutely perfect.”
As you rolled your eyes and smiled, Jake added, “Let me make love to you.”
You’re unsure how long he’d been going, but suddenly you wanted it to end. “Please stop.” You let out. But he didn’t. Instead, he went harder. “Jake… Pull. The fuck. Out. Right now” You demanded. Instead, he put his hand over your nose and mouth, and went even harder. You wanted to cry, to thrash, do anything. But you couldn’t. You just sat there as he raped you. You were there, but at the same time, you weren’t. Eventually, he pulled out, came on your stomach, and fell asleep. You gently pushed him off and went to the bathroom. You turned on the shower, hopped in and cried. When you turned off the shower, you sat on the toilet lid, gasping for air as you tried to comprehend the situation. When you came to, you went straight to your home office and pulled out the suitcase you had full of clothes. You and Jake were going to take a trip to Rome, so you had a suitcase prepared. That was definitely no longer happening.
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As you stepped out of your apartment building, it was pouring rain, with a little bit of hail. You didn’t care though, you just wanted to make it to the nearest police station.
When you arrived, the wall clock read 3:09. Wiping your slightly dried tears away, you walked up to the reception. It was a larger woman in her late-20s/ early-30s. She had blonde hair, that was done in a half-up half-down beehive, and the most gorgeous brown eyes you had ever seen. She looked a lot like WWE Hall of Famer, Trish Stratus. With a thick jersey accent she asked, “May I help you?” It wasn’t rude, as a matter of fact, it was the kindest way you could possibly ask a question. She could tell you were in distress. “May I please report a crime?” you stuttered out. “Of course,” She said. “You don’t need to ask.” You just nodded and let out an inaudible, “Sorry.”
“Would you like me to get an officer?”
You nodded again.
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“Sorry we didn’t have any female officers at the station right now,” You heard the thick jersey accent say. You looked up and saw a tall officer. Roughly 6’4, and looked to be in his mid-30s. He had brown hair that framed his face perfectly, and was quite fit. If you hadn’t just been violated by a man, you’d almost say that you found him attractive.
“It’s alright,” You smiled, “Anyone is perfect.”
The receptionist nodded as the officer led you towards an interrogation room. He set up the video camera, and started recording. After introducing himself as “Officer David Johsnon”, he had you state your name, your date of birth and your birthplace before he started to ask questions:
“What was the crime that you wanted to report?”
“I was raped.”
“Do you know his name?”
“Jake Robertson Hall.”
“What were you doing before?”
“I was throwing up in my bathroom before he came in and started pampering me. We had sex before I felt sick, but it was consensual.”
“So these events took place at your place of residence?”
“Yes. They were at our shared apartment.”
“Were you intoxicated?”
“Yes, but I was sober enough to know what was going on.”
“Was he intoxicated?”
“I’m unsure. He drank a lot less than I did.”
“When did this happen?”
“Roughly an hour ago.”
“What did you do after?”
“He fell asleep so I got up to take a shower. After that, I got dressed and came here.”
“Were you two in a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you two been in this relationship?”
“Roughly a year.”
“Where did you meet?”
“I met him at a WWE event.”
“Has he ever abused you?”
“Yes. He’d constantly abuse me and then gaslight me into thinking he was doing this out of love.”
“Do you know if he has a past of abusing women?”
“No.”
You held back your tears harder and harder after every question, choking back those tears as you answered.
“It’s okay to cry,” Officer Johnson said in a reassuring tone. “You’re safe here. Don’t worry.”
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Officer Johnson took your phone incase Jake decided to message you. He also got you a hotel room for you to stay at since you couldn’t go home. Everyday he visited you to make sure you were okay, except one day, he took you to the station. He took you to the interrogation rooms once again, however, much to your dismay, you saw Jake in one them.
“You’re not taking me to see HIM are you?”
“No, Ms L/N. I’m taking you to see a lawyer.”
“Who is it?”
“His name is Andy Barber. He’s a good friend of mine, and a damn good lawyer too.”
Innocence (Andy Barber x F!Reader) Chapter 2: Unbelievable (18+)
Summary: y/n’s boyfriend rapes her, and andy barber is the lawyer for her case
Chapter 1
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wc: 930
content: mentions of grooming, mentions of sexual assault, rape, sexual themes, alcohol, swearing, angst, you’ll probably get angry, not being believed, andy is a good guy, y/n is 5’10, andy is 6’, lots of dialouge bc idk how to end a conversation
currently not proof read
I have never seen an episode of Defending Jacob because my broke ass can’t afford Apple TV. Can’t afford the book either, and idk how to get a library card. Everything I know about the show is from fanfiction. If anything is incorrect, I apologize.
Yes, the restaurants in this chapter are Bob’s Burgers and Jimmy Pesto’s. No, I’m not THAT original. Shhhh I just wanted a lil easter egg.
Sorry that it’s a bit short.
Pov: second person
This fic was written to spread awareness on sexual assault
This fic is inspired by “Prima Facie” starring Jodie Comer, and my own personal experiences. If you or anyone you know has been a survivor please know that you’re not alone. If you need anyone to talk to, know that as someone who has been groomed, I am here for you. My Discord will be available below. I am not a professional however. Professional services will also be linked below. Remember: YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE. and if anyone tries to gaslight you into thinking that it was YOUR fault. Fuck them. It wasn’t.
My Discord: chxrry#3063
MeTooMvmt.Org
DomesticShelters.Org
YWCA Canada
Nikki Land
Grooming Definition: Grooming is when someone builds an emotional connection and a trusting relationship with someone, typically younger, in order for them to manipulate, abuse and/or exploit them. People of all ages can be groomed and can be the groomer.
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775 days until the trial
Nervously toying with your necklace, you sit down across from Mr. Barber. You watch Officer Johnson leave as Andy gives you a sympathetic look. When you look back at him, he gives you a warm, compassionate smile before softly saying, “It’s okay.”
“So you know what happened?” You ask, your voice just above a whisper.
“Yes, but don’t worry. You don’t have to talk about anything that you’re uncomfortable with.”
You nod before Andy continues, “For now, I just want to get to know you. Tomorrow we’ll go over the details of your case.”
For the next forty minutes you two share where you’re from, your Starbucks, your favorite type of cookie and pretty much every personal detail about your lives. In that moment, Andy felt like your best friend, and you almost forgot about why he was there. That was until Officer Johnson came in with your phone.
“There’s a text from someone named, ‘Katy Kat,” he hands you your phone and before you read the text, you ask if Jake has texted or asked about you. He shook his head "no".
katy kat:
Hey, girlie! It’s Katy.
I’m in town and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch and hang out a bit.
I went over to your place yesterday but Jake said that you weren’t home.
That you haven’t been home for a while.
If you get this, let me know that you’re okay.
I really want to catch up with you!
You look up at Officer Johnson, and he gives you a nod of approval. Signifying that you can respond to Katy’s text.
y/n:
Hey!
I’d love to hang out with you.
It’s been so long!
I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. Things between Jake and I haven’t been the best lately, and I’ve been staying at a hotel for the past week.
I’ll explain everything when we meet up
Katy responds right away.
katy kat:
Great! I’m glad you're okay!
Can you meet me at Jimmy Pesto’s in half an hour from now?
y/n:
Of course!
katy kat:
Awesome!
See you soon xx
You place your phone on the table, face down and explain the texts to the two men in front of you. Andy offers to drive you as Officer Johnson needs to talk to Jake about what happened that night.
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Before you exit the car, Andy asks for your phone. Confused, you hand it to him and watch as he opens contacts.
“My personal cell number. If you need anything, call me.”
You thank him before exiting the car. Katy sees notices, smiles widely and waves you over. The table she’s at is on the patio of Pesto’s. Two seater. There’s two glasses of water on the table. One in front of her, and one where you’d be sitting.
“Hey,” you said as you sat down.
“That’s a nice car that you got out of. Definitely not Jake’s.”
“It belongs to a friend of mine.”
“We have the same friends, and none of us own a Prius THAT nice.”
Shit.
“It’s my lawyer’s.”
“Lawyer?” Katy said as she leaned over on the table.
You took a large sip of water before stating, “Jake and I,” another sip, “had an incident that requires legal action.”
“What was it?” She asked.
You took a deep breath before looking up at your best friend and telling her what happened. You were in absolute disbelief when she responded with, “He’s your boyfriend so it doesn’t count. You have immediate consent.”
“Katy, I told him ‘No’,” You told her with slight hurt in your voice, “I told him to stop, and he didn’t. He went harder, and put his hand over my mouth”
“And you didn’t fight back?”
“You bitch,” You stood up and stormed to the restaurant across the street, Bob’s Burgers. It was much smaller and emptier than Jimmy Pesto’s. There was only one customer, and he was sitting at the counter. He was a larger man. He wore a gray beanie, a blue button down shirt and brown khakis. He and the woman working at the counter were laughing about something. She was tall, wore a red shirt and glasses of the same color. When you sit down at the seat next to the man, the woman asks if you’d like anything. You shake your head no, and she asks if you’re alright.
“Not really, “you sigh, “my best friend, well ex-best friend now, is being quite bitchy in such a way that I can’t be her friend anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Hun,” the woman says.
The man chimes in before you can say anything, “I could never stop being friends with my best friend, Bobby.”
“Teddy, not know,” states the woman.
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You shoot Andy a text and within a few minutes he’s picking you up.
“Hey, why were you in-” before he could finish, you were breaking down in the passenger seat of his car.
“This past week, I’ve been telling myself that this wasn’t going to change anything, but then I tell my best friend what happened, and she doesn’t care.”
You wipe away your tears, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Andy turns in his seat to face you, and places his hands on your biceps, “you’re a strong, independent woman, and I promise that Jake will be put in jail for his heinous crime.”
You sniffle, and smile a little.
“Thanks, Mr. Barber.”
“Hey, if I put myself in your phone as ‘Andy’, you call me that in person too.”
“Thanks, Andy.”
“Anytime, y/n.”