I had an incredible Detective Sergeant called Christopher Page who I honestly owe everything to and still to this day I speak to regularly. I found myself worrying about my ex constantly and it was Chris who made me see a lot of sense. Especially as I never wanted to originally report him.
I was on the bus from Sloane Square going to Oxford Circus when I received the call. Before Detective Page could speak I was crying down the phone saying I couldn’t take it much longer, it was all too much. As soon as I heard the words “Laura, he’s been charged”. I jumped off the bus and fell to the floor outside John Lewis crying on the ground. I suddenly felt a relief that I had been heard and believed.
It’s to put you at ease so you know what happens and where, in the court room. I had Detective Page with me and a very sweet lady who showed me around. It was all becoming very real.
The judge had soon asked me to come in. It was my time to walk into the court and see him. As I entered the room it was completely silent apart from the rustling of papers. I stood up and promised the judge I would tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. As I sat down I faced him sitting there in the glass box. I thought I would see him and have a rush of love and over whelming feelings for him but instead I felt completely different. He wasn’t the person I once looked up to, he was no longer my hero. I looked at him and felt so much disgust that he had continued to cause me this much pain by putting me through all this.
These were friends I lost during my relationship that came forward. Obviously I had just experienced how nerve wracking it was sitting up there, to see them now being questioned they did so incredibly well.
It was then his time. I should have known he would have tried anything possible to get out of this but I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to hear. He claimed he didn’t speak English. I mean, I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me so much but I gasped so loud the judge actually told everyone to keep the noise down. He had an interpreter next to him to which he didn’t need at all as he speaks fluent English, as good as mine! I on the other hand can’t say a single word in Italian so it was very clear to see for the judge from the get go he was a liar. Of course he denied everything and his friends told the judge I was the liar.
It was a long day but finally there was a verdict. There was a lot of key evidence especially one piece that came from his housemate that heard me screaming for help one night. It also came to the judge’s attention and mine this wasn’t the first time he was arrested for assault. He in fact had slammed his ex partner’s head against a lamppost to which she later decided to drop the case. I found myself now not just doing it for me, I was there also for this girl I had never met.
For more serious offence it is normally at a later date. In my case he thankfully was found guilty and the sentencing was then to be given 3 weeks later. I didn’t feel a sense of happiness as it was no shock to me, I always knew he was guilty.
If you would like to attend court on the date of sentencing you can or the police will inform you of the result straight after. I attended court this day.
I woke up anxious and worried. In my head I thought he’ll get a slap on the wrist and community service. The room was busy with people watching which is allowed. My prosecutor stood up and read out loud to the court my impact statement. I made sure to go into every little detail with exactly how he made me feel as a human being. How it had affected my work and relationships with loved ones.
As the judge told him to stand he went into detail how he believed I was genuine. He went on to explain how he found it hard to believe someone could physically do the things he did to me and how he took my life away from me. He wanted to give him the maximum sentence he could as well as a restraining order for when he was released. The restraining order was a minimum of 5 years imprisonment for any form of contact on release. I sat and cried my eyes in my friends arms as Detective Page (pictured with me in this post) turned around to give me a nod as if to say he’s going down.
There was no remorse from him. He didn’t even look at me once. I hugged and cried my eyes out to my prosecutor and thanked him for all that he had done. He then told me ‘now you can finally move on and get on with your life Laura.’
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