No One Finds Out

Chapter 1

"This court is dismissed." The Judge announces, as he hit the gavel onto the hardwood.

I heard the collective sighs around me, as the officer's began to cuff Alex Francis and take him away. I turned to look at my client, Rachel Troy, who began to break down in tears and sob into her mother's side. I didn't even realize her parents appeared sitting at the defendant's side, they weren't supposed to be here. 

But who cares at this point. 

Just before I rose up from my seat to leave, Francis decided to pull a stupid, ignorant move. Suddenly breaking out of the policemen's grasp, he turned and bolted towards me, attempting to lunge across the table to get to me. But the officer's caught him last minute, pinning him to the table while also holding him back. I was face to face with this man. 

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" He yells, each word causing a small ounce of spit to flick onto my face. 

I heard the commotion of people around me, Rachel stepping back in fear and clinging to her family. All I did was stare back at him, not even twitching from his outbreak. It was common for criminal's like him to act out aggressively, and judging by the case I knew this could possibly happen. 

The police finally tasered him at the back, and I watched him cry out and bow back, crashing to the floor numb and half conscious. With that, they dragged him out, leaving the room as silence suffocated everyone. 

All I wanted was a good night sleep. I simply stood up, grabbing my briefcase and stepping towards the Troys. I looked up at them, and smiled a very reassuring smile. "He'll be gone for a much longer time." 

"How come you didn't move?" Mrs Troy asks with slight surprise. 

I only glanced at her and said simply. "He wanted to get a reaction, to make me feel fear. If I moved, he would've gotten the satisfaction he needed. Now all he got was embarrassment and approximately an extra 2 years in jail for attempting to assault a person of law, especially in spite for revenge." 

The family all glanced at each other, and before I knew it, Rachel's petite figure was hugging me tightly. 

"Thank you, Ms Grayson." She sniffles. "You saved my life." 

I tried my best not to grimace, awkwardly patting her back before pulling her away from me. I wasn't the affectionate type, and physical touch really gave me an off putting feeling. It was just who I was. 

"It's my job, Ms Troy." I shrug, trying to seem casual. In reality, I was quite happy I got her out of this. 

Even though losing a case was extremely low with me. Rachel Troy came to me not even a month ago, claiming that she had a stalker. After a while, we gathered enough evidence and managed to get Mr Alex Francis, her ex, behind bars today. It wasn't the hardest case I've been given, but I knew it meant a lot to them. 

As I step out to exit the court room, Mr Troy stopped me. "Ms Grayson, I insist you join us for a dinner tomorrow night." 

I pause, turning around and looking at them. The golden three, one big happy family. Of course, I couldn't relate. I was an orphan. 

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." I counter back. 

"No please, we insist." Mrs Troy pipes, looking at me expectantly. "It's the least we can do." 

"Please?" Rachel adds.

I never got attached to clients. I knew this because once my job was done with them they would go on with their lives as usual, not thinking twice about me. This is the first time a client actually decided to...care? 

"I have a tight schedule." I pause, before adding. "But I'll see if I will be able to turn up." 

I left without another word, not looking back at the way their faces lit up. I don't get it, why invite me to your warm welcoming home full of love? I'm not the funnest person to be around, and I know this because for as long as I've been here, you wouldn't catch me going out with friends or having fun. 

I stepped out of the courtroom, dodging some infamous reporters who waited for me. I wasn't the most popular person these reporters follow everywhere, but if they hear I'm doing a case, they won't hesitate to try stop me for some questioning. 

It was all because of this day a year ago. 

I headed outside, realizing it was pouring rain. Dammit, the one day I don't bring an umbrella. I raise my arm over my forehead and make a beeline for the parking lot. I didn't even check both sides as I stepped onto the road to cross—

Someone grabs my collar and pulls me back, just as a car narrowly speeds past me. 

"Careful there." The voice says with a hint of concern. "I know it's raining, but is it such an excuse to not be safe?"

I couldn't really see the person, but I just barely tilt my head up to make out who the person was. Tall, put together, smelled like vanilla. This man looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put the pieces together.

So all I say is. "Wouldn't it save the embarrassment?" 

He chuckles darkly, tipping over the umbrella I didn't even notice he had with him over my head too, so we both shared cover. I finally was able to lower my hand, and I could finally read who this man was and why he rang a bell. 

"Take it." He spoke smoothly, his grip on the stick loosening, beckoning me to hold it. "My car is right here." 

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly—" 

"I insist, truly." He grins. "Us workers of law must support each other, don't you think?" 

I only then realize his badge, and his outfit under his overcoat. He was an officer, a sergeant, to be exact. How did I not notice this? I'm usually an observant person. 

"Thank you." I say with caution, before I finally step back and head across the road with the umbrella with me. Before I got into my car, I quickly realized something and immediately look back up in search for the man. 

"How will you get the umbrella back!?" I yell over the sound of the pouring rain. 

The man opens the car door, and yells back "Perhaps later, perhaps never!" before getting into his the police car and driving off. 

That car. I recognize it. Yes, every police car practically looked the same, but it had that indent on the side from when he was arresting him. 

He was the one who caught Markus Evans, the man I defended this day one year ago.