"Case #37069A for the matter of Liberty Justice Vs Tim Johnson " said the bailiff in a strong intimidating manner. As I walked up to the stand to share my truth I could feel the judge staring into my soul I could feel the tension in the room, more thoughts start to attack my brain 'would he believe me , would he find my actions reasonable' but there was no time to think . The judge beings talking ending with the question how did I get here. It was finally time to speak my truth "How did I get here" I chuckled .
"Good question" I replied "Well it all started..."
flashback:
On a Tuesday morning as the alarm rings repeatedly, as my eyes began to open , I have this eerie feeling as if something bad was going to happen today. I started getting ready for work as I normally do but this time it was different there was no smell of breakfast cooking, no music playing ,no good morning kiss from my husband Tim and the voice of excitement and laughter from my daughter Hope was not there .
My husband leaves to his business trip without saying a word just a kiss on my forehead. Hope rushes out of the house saying "I love you" as the door closes quickly, as if she was mad or hiding something. I continue to get ready for work and as this dark cloud hovers over me I begin to ask myself a million questions 'did I do something wrong , did I say anything unintentionally to hurt Tims feelings, is Hope mad I didn't let her go out with her friends last night, did she sneak out and was afraid I knew...?' I couldn't put my finger on it .
As I lock the front door heading for work I noticed hopes diary laying on the floor. I pick it up and put it in my glove compartment , not thinking anything of it she must have dropped it when she was rushing out of the door I assumed . Driving to work all my mind can focus on is the diary should I read it or should I not invade her privacy, she would be very upset if she found out that I read it. There was no time to decide I was already turning into my jobs parking lot .
Sitting at my desk watching the clock tic as time goes by, I start debating if I should read the diary on my lunch break or not. My phone rings from an unknown caller and quickly stops that debate. I answer the phone with a curious "hello" , " hi is this Liberty?" "yes this is she whos calling?" "I'm john calling from Bayshire police department unfortunately I have some very disturbing news for you we have found your daughter in an alley near your home deceased-". My eyes opened as wide as a lions roar, I dropped the phone before he could even finish.
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How did I get here?
Mystery / Thrillerhow far will she go for justice? She stands before the Jury and The judge simply asks "How did you end up here?" "How did I get here? Well, it all started when..." as she begins to tell her story would her actions be justified or would the jury find...
