ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ [ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ]

6 your warning sign

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yesterday john b got arrested for a murder he didn't even commit. i sat in between sarah and kie and the court hearing, attempting not to cry once again.

it was as if we'd lost him all over again, in such a short time, i had only just got my brother back and now he was in jail.

"john booker routledge, pursuant to the north carolina statue section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances" the woman began.

she took a deep breath "if convicted the maximum sentence would be the death penalty"

those words almost sent me to have a heart attack, now he could really die again "your honour he's seventeen!" jj yelled out and kie shut him up.

"don't fucking touch me" i shouted at the police officer pushing everyone out the doors, i held onto sarah who cried along with me.

once outside we were faced with overhearing words from ward's lawyer "so sorry for what you and your family have gone through" he spoke "thank god the system works"

"can you please shut up" kiara raised her voice cussing them to stop walking "of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect people like you!"

the lawyer gave a stern look "he'll have his day in court, a jury will decide"

"he shouldn't even be in court" she argued "you should" she said turning to ward "cause you're a murderer you have a lot of nerve showing up to court!"

the police standing guard immediately came over as ward tried to diffuse the situation acting like he understood "i know you're upset, he's got you all fooled" he spoke.

"i'm not just upset!" kiara yelled reaching out at them like she was going to get violent.

we all pulled her back "it's not a coincidence that your daughter is sitting with us" she said as we got ordered to leave by shoupe.

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back at the chateau, we tried to think of a plan to help John b. the rain poured outside, fitting with all of our emotions right now.

"i'm gonna testify under oath I was there" Sarah proposed "I just need to speak to my sister, kie do you have your phone" she asked holding out her hand.

I could've said I would testify too, but what good would it do? a sixteen year old girl from the cut against ward cameron the well-liked kook, Sarah had better credibility than me.