Damaged Hearts

Chapter 3

Omniscient POV

"Trey! You ready yet?", April yelled while putting on her shoes.

She finished putting on the second shoe then got up, sighing.

"Trey!", she yelled again.

"Don't tell me this boy not even getting ready", she muttered while walking to Trey's bedroom.

She opened his room door to see Trey sleeping as if it was any regular Thursday morning.

"Trey, what-", she sucked her teeth and pulled off his bed sheets holding them in her hand.

This woke him up.

He sucked his teeth and said, "Ma, what are you doing?", while rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doing? I'm waking you up 'cause apparently you can't wake yourself up. What you needa be doing is getting yourself ready."

"Ma it's not even 10 o' clock yet", he said looking at his phone to check the time. "What do I needa get ready for at this time?"

"You don't listen at all Trey. I told you we have to go meet this lawyer before the trial at the Starbucks right on 5th ave. Pay attention", she says while leaving the room.

He got up to go the bathroom and began getting ready.

*
Trey POV

"Good morning Ms. Tucker and Mr. Tremaine", Mr. Matthews greeted us.

"You can just say Trey.", I said.
That felt weird as fuck hearing somebody calling me Mister.

"Right, Trey", he said giving me a small smile then turning to my mother. "So Ms. Tucker, I'm very confident on us winning this case. You have a witness, Trey, and Mr. Neverson has none."

"Okay so how much time will he get?", I said anxiously. He was just telling us stuff we already knew.

"15 years with parole is the most he can get. If he takes the plea, however, he'll get about 7."

I nodded my head and remained silent

He spoke again, "One thing I need you to do is to say he hit you first the night you two fought. I know it was self defense but saying he hit you first will get him more jail time which is what we want. I dug up some files and found out there were a couple other reports of him abusing women so it wouldn't be hard to convince the judge that he's an abuser."

No problem. I wanted him to suffer in jail after making my mother suffer. At this point, I didn't care what happened to him.

"You filed a restraining order against him right Ms. Tucker?"

"Yes", my mother said.

"Okay, good. Just in case he gets bailed out."

"Bailed out?", I asked.

Why would he even be allowed to get bailed out? To beat up more women? He deserved to rot in jail.

"Yes. Don't worry though. The bail should be really high."

I sighed and just calmed down.

"Okay that is all. I'll see you both at the trial in...", he said looking at his watch, "46 minutes."

"Thank you Mr. Matthew", my mother said, getting up to shake his hand.

I did the same. After him leaving, we ordered coffee and sat in Starbucks 'till we had to leave.

*

"Dear God", my mom began to pray, holding my hand with both of our eyes closed while sitting in the courtroom, "please guide us through this trial. Please help us to win this case and carry on with our lives peacefully after this situation. Please ensure that that man", she paused, "will get everything he deserves, meaning he'll go to jail and we'll be left alone. In the precious name of God, amen."