*Aubrey*
I was waiting in a cell for about two weeks before a hearing. When they led me into the court room, it had some kind of dizzying feeling. Somewhere I'd dreamt about but never imagined I'd be here. Everything just had some kind of moment feel if that makes sense. Like everything was blurry.
I was seated, the handcuffs were gnawing at my wrists. I didn't really know what to do it when to say. I felt filthy. Even though what I didn't wasn't even bad. I just don't understand. All I want to do is find my daughter, does no one understand that?
That woman that said she saw my daughter stood and began speaking. "Hello, your honour, my name is Vivian Akers and I'm a victim of assault," I sighed of boredom as she said this. "As I was saying. Mrs Perry showed up at my door and asked me if I knew anything about her missing daughter, Ivy Perry. I came forward and told her that I saw a girl about her age walking alone the night she disappeared and two men came up to her. The she asked me if I saw anything else and I said no.that's when she hit me and gave me a black eye. Thank you, your honour."
This is bullshit.
It's true but it's bullshit.
Then my solicitor stood up as I tried not to say 'that's bullshit', even though it was.
"I'm sorry, your honour, but Aubrey Perry was clearly upset about the disappearance of her daughter. It's understandable that she'd react the way she did-" before she was cut off by Vivian.
"All I did was help," she complained.
"Be realistic. If you had a child and someone witnessed them being abducted, but they let it happen, what would you do?"
"Why are you making me out like the bad guy?"
"I never said that, I'm asking you would you would do in this scenario?" My solicitor did have a good point.
I felt wind of relief blow past me as the judge stood as said 'Aubrey Perry, we'll release you on caution,'. That was the best news I've heard in almost three months. Now I'm setting all my energy of finding my daughter whether it kills me or not.
I was lead out of the room. I glazed at the dull yellowish walls as the handcuffs were released off my wrists. Everyone in the room was starting at me.
I have some kind of hankering for a perfect family. When I was younger, I thought I'd get married, have children and I'd be contented with a stay-at-home life. I thought life was easy. Newsflash, it's fucking not. Nothing been going right. I'm likely to get divorced if Ian ever comes back. My daughter's kidnapped. I'm on police caution for 'assault'. Can it possibly get worse?
All I need to do is get Ivy back and get the fuck out of here. Maybe go live somewhere nice. Like America. We could go to New York and live in an apartment together.
I've always wanted to live in France. Get a job at a small cafe by the Eiffel Tower.
My goal was to do all this by the time I'm fifty. I'm fifty in six days. I don't see Ian coming back anytime soon, or Ivy coming home. Id probably kill myself if there wasn't a small chance of anyone coming back.
As soon as I stepped out the building it went from sunshine to rain. I think I give up. What a wretched life I've lived.
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Good Girl
Mystery / Thriller'We live on a safe street, I never imagined this,' 14-year old Ivy's parents have been arguing all night, she's had enough of this and decides to run away. She starts to hear voices as she follows them and gets kidnapped. She slowly goes insane as s...
