"Where is Mr. Jackson!?" The judge yelled 22 minutes into questioning. I shrugged and sighed. "You are the closest to him, Ms. Braer. You will have to go get him," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, your honor," I said getting up and leaving the courtroom.
I looked around the cafe, the parking lot, the other rooms and found him in the park 2 blocks away. "What is wrong with you?" I asked him. He shrugged. "The same thing that's wrong with you," he replied, "this shit. I don't wanna do this shit and I don't want the shit I been working so hard for to get fucked up because of it." I patted his shoulder. "Like I said before, Terren, we both know what happened that night," I said, "and if we don't Ty does."
"You right," he said. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said, "but they need you back in the room."
...
The lawyer finally asked Ty to come to the stand. He got up there and gave Terren and I a look like he wanted to kill us too. It wasn't our fault. He recited the oath, and sighed like he didn't wanna be there. None of us did.
"Tell me exactly what happened," the lawyer said. He took a deep breath. "Me, Terren and the rest of the basketball team threw a party on the beach that night. I guess Terren invited Royce... and Royce invited Kimma. When Terren had told me to go talk to her she was mad about something but she smoked and got over it..."
"Did you give Kimma the drugs?" The lawyer asked. Ty nodded. "Were you trying to get her high so that you could have sex with her?" He asked. Ty sat quiet for a while. "Yes, sir," he finally said.
