My Kiddnapper

Chapter 8: The Kidnapper

* Rachel's POV *

3 months later

We're in court waiting for the judge and Michael to come out.

I haven't seen my baby in 3 whole months.

The door opens on the side and a officer and Michael walks out.

Michael has a black suit on with a white band around the arm part. His hair is straightened and he is wearing black sunglasses.

They walk up to the chair to sit and Michael's eyes meet mine.

Then it goes blank.

I'm actually looking at him right now. We are actually looking at each other.

You know when your a little kid looking at fireworks for the first time ever. Your scared for the really loud pops and bangs and books but soon the scared feeling goes away and then your excited for the next firework to go off.

This is the feeling I'm having right now.

People in the court are shouting and cursing at Michael and I'm scared but I soon drown it out and just look at this beautiful man that stands before me.

"ORDER IN MY COURTROOM" The judge finally arrives and bangs the gavel down.

It gets quiet and the crowd sits down and Michael gets out of his trance and sits down, facing the judge and stealing little glances at me. 

"Now we are here for the case on Mr. Michael Jackson for the kidnapping of Rachel. Mr. Jackson what do you find yourself??" The judge asks Michael

Michael stands up and fixes his suit, " I find myself not guilty your honor"

People in the court start whispering and making noises towards Michael.

The judge bangs the gavel one time, and sets it back down.

"Mr. Jackson, you do know that you are getting charged with 1st degree kidnapping??"

"Yes your honor I am aware of my charges, but I still see myself innocent for many reasons." He says then slightly looks back at me and I can't help but to lightly smile.

" Plaintiff call your first witness to the stand." The judge says while shaking his head.

" We call Ms. Sydnei to the stand." Some lawyer stands up and says

I sit up and look around looking for Sydnei, she didn't tell me that she was going to be testifying against Michael, why wouldn't she tell me. I am her best friend.

Sydnei walks through the doors, walks up to the stand and takes a seat.

She raises her right hand and takes oath.

She looks at me, then puts her eyes down.

"Ms. Sydnei what happened that night Rachel disappeared."

"It was just terrible night that should not have happened."

This is going to be interesting. . . . .

To be continued. . . . . . . . . .