Jillian
"Miss Jones, do you have anything else to say, before court is adjourned?"
The judge asked me.
I stood up and fixed my dress, then silently nodded.
She nodded for me to proceed, and I turned to the court reporter, pointed then said.
"To this funky bitch you drive a white 2019 white Nissan Altima. That was driving north on i95 this morning, bitch I see you!
I want you to know you have a complete stranger in me praying for your demise.
I hope all of your edges fall out you funky bitch! Yes....yes! I hope you stub your same pinky toe every morning.
"Because that foolishness you was on this morning was uncalled for, and almost caused me to spill my 50 dollars coffee all over my Gucci suit.
"Where were you going? That was worth me wasting some deliciousness in a cup. You dumbass!"
The reporter face goes white, and the judge fights hard to bite back a laugh.
I bid the judge and the funky Nissan driver good day and carry on with my day.
I had to attend court this morning to be granted power of attorney of my mother.
She has been in a coma for the last six months and shows no sign of coming out of it. My father is completely distraught and blames himself, I have told my father over and over again that this was not his fault.
Eight months ago, my father was drugged and sexually assaulted.
A couple of weeks later a video showed up of my father and a young woman, engaging in a sexual act. The video was addressed to my mother, she was devasted and swallowed a bunch of sleeping pills.
She had to be placed in a medically induced coma.
I confronted my father about the video, and that's when he told me he had been sexually assaulted but was embarrassed to say anything to my mother or me or my twin brother. My uncle confirmed that my father had confided in him that he had been sexually assaulted, there also was traces of GHB in my father's blood stream.
My family has been in shambles since.
I have tried to keep things together as much as possible, but I'm not my mother. She is the glue that keeps us together, and it feels like a void without her.
My father has been inconsolable, and has just checked out, he is carrying a serve amount of guilt.
I'm not mad at my father.
I know he let his pride get the better of him, but he isn't responsible for my mother being in a coma.
My so-called best friend and her sister are.
Sara, and Lisa.
The fact that Sara and Lisa came up with a plan to hurt my family especially my mother and father is to me the dumbest thing in the whole universe.
My father was the mafia king of North America, and five years ago he passed down his throne to me, making me the first ever Mafia queen of North America.
I took control when I was 25 years old and had just graduated from medical school.
By day I'm Dr. Jillian Jones, head of the trauma unit, and by night I'm known as Madam Slasher, a.k.a the Don.
Normally men take over their father's throne in the mafia, but my brother Jullian wanted no parts of the mafia, he was openly gay and obsessed with fashion.
