You Are Protected

Chapter 18: Preparations

Nala's pov:

"Oh my gosh I've tried texting you and calling and everything! Why wouldn't you answer? I was so worried!" Jackson exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. I just self isolated I guess. It helped ease the pain?" I said in a questioning tone. 

"Your Dad told me everything, and I'll be in court to testify as a witness." He says. I just smile at him, trying to be happy. "I'm glad you called me over anyways, because we all have to go to the lawyer's office before court." He adds and I look at him confused. 

"When's court again?" I ask, not remembering if Dad told me or not. 

"Oh, um three days." He said after thinking about it. I gasped as I started to panic. 

"Three days?! That's all of the time I have?!" I say in one, shaky breath. 

"I'll be there for you, no matter what." He says, pulling me into a hug. I took a deep breath, calmed by Jackson's cologne. I nod into his chest, and he starts playing with my hair. 

"Thanks." I sigh, pulling away. 

"Nala, we need to go to the lawyer's office." Dad walks in, and interrupts our moment. "Come on, Jackson, you have to go too. I already talked to your parents." 

"Dad!" I shouted. Jackson grabbed my arm and smiled at me. 

"It's fine, let's go." He said happily, pulling me along behind him. 

"Are Papa and Eri coming to?" I ask Dad. 

"No, just me, you, Jackson, and Toshi." He answered as Toshi followed us out the door. We all got into the car, and the drive lasted for about an hour, but I had my earbuds in. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until we got there, and Jackson slightly nudged me awake. 

"Nala, we're here." He whispered. I leaned up, off of his shoulder, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. 

"Mhmm. M'kay." I say, getting out of the car. Jackson helps me out, and I start blushing, as he grabs my hand. He looks at my face, and sees me blushing and starts to blush himself before letting go quickly. I look up at him and smile. We all walk in, and take a seat in the waiting room. We waited for about ten minutes until Dad's name was called. 

"Let's go." He said, standing up, and walking into the office. We all followed, and took our seats. 

(A/n: Guys, I don't know how to write any of this, so If it isn't accurate, I'm sorry.)

"So, I have only heard what happened briefly, and would like to hear it from the victim herself." The lawyer said, looking at me. 

"Um," I started to breathe heavily, until Jackson grabbed my hand. I looked at him and smiled before continuing. "I had gotten detention for a fight the previous day, and when I walked into his-"

"Who is he?" 

"Um, Mr. Lienem." I answer. He gives me a 'go on' look, so I do. "He told me that I would be cleaning out the classroom closet, so I walked into it, but he was right behind me." I started to shake, not wanting to go into details. 

"And?" He ushered me to go forward. I really didn't want to, but Jackson pulled me in by the shoulder.  

"It's okay. Take your time." Jackson whispered. I took a deep breath. 

"H-he pinned me to the wall. He th-then continued to lift m-my skirt. I asked him wh-what he w-was doing, a-and he said, 'Shh. It's okay sweetie." I shuddered at the thought. Feeling sick, I grabbed the trash can next to me before continuing.