Alex's Life

Chapter 22

"Go on." Said the judge.
"Now Ms. Jones, did you have your own room?"
"Well I slept in a closed while Marc had two rooms." I was shaking really bad and working so hard to stay under control.
"Your honor I have three police men that have seen Ms. Jones "room" and they would all tell you it was a bed with a closet. Now Ms. Jones how has your father's child abuse affected you?"
That was too much that was a question we had not discussed yesterday I was so unprepared for this question that I had another panic attack, but I think that was his point. Well I couldn't breathe again and was shaking because all I saw was his fist over and over and over. Consequently the court was put in recess while I tried to breathe. When I finally got it under control the first out of my mouth were "Why did you ask that, you knew I couldn't answer?"
     "That was the exact point! Even the mention of your fathers child abuse sends you into a straight panic attack that you never had before. We have everything perfectly set up!"
      "Alright Mr. Morris whatever you say. I hope it works." Before Mr. Morris could answer the court room filled with people and the recess was over.
"Your honor, as you can see Mr. Jones' child abuse has caused Ms. Jones' to have panic attacks at just the near mention of his abuse. How is the child to live with him if even the mention makes her unable to breathe? Her family is not providing for her, their house is obviously not the best choice for her. Your honor as you know I have worked for child protective services and I now work as a lawyer. I have my own daughter Jane who I saved from an abusive relationship. I am highly capable of caring for Alex also."
    "Mr. Morris for your ability to have a a strong claim against the defendant and the defendant to have a weak defense I remove Ms. Alex Jones from the custody of Mr. and Mrs. Jones, and place Ms. Alex Jones in the custody of Mr. Morris!"
    The whole courtroom erupted in applause. I felt as light as air, finally a place where I was loved. I knew my life had made a turn for the better. My "parents" no longer loved me they only fought for me to be their maid and my brother hated me. No one else in my family even knew I was alive when we visited family I stayed home and cleaned. I was never mentioned, why would I, they hated me. But now it was different, now I was loved.