Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)

Chapter 23

I'm the last trial of the day. My dad goes in before me. So I'm sit outside the doors while his trials continue. I hear his screams of outrage as he yells abuse at the judge about his sentence. I inwardly shiver. I'm next. I'm next. I'm next. There's no way I'm getting out of this. I caused someone to die. They think I killed someone.

My dad is sentenced to 80 years in prison. For child abuse. Gang warfare. Drug dealing. Arms dealing. He apparently also admitted to the murder of multiple people. Apparently more Will wasn't the only one that got shot that night.

I'm scared I feel my heart in my ears. The doors open and dad is dragged out. He looks like a deranged dog. Spittle flies out of his mouth as he verbally abuses the judge. He turns to my and it takes four guards to wrestle him to the floor to get the cuffs on him.

"You bitch! You snake! I told you one word and your dead! When I get my hands on you, you're going to die Beatrice!" He yells and screams and shouts. His blood shot eyes bulge. He keeps pulling the officers. Towards me.
"Go to hell! You fucking pieces of shit!" He screams "get off me you arseholes!"

Officers pounce on him and finally get his flailing arms behind his back. They drag him up to his feet.

"Your going to prison, Beatrice! When you get there. I'm going to make your life a living hell!" He screams and the doors slam shut behind him. I can still hear his strangled cries through the doors.

It feels like hours before I'm called in. I slowly rise to my feet, worried about my legs giving way. It feels like a weight on my shoulders. I walk in and look to the judge. A large lady with a rounded face and plump lips.

I look over to where I'm supposed to stand. No Chris. I look around the room and can't find the warm face of Tobias as he tries to show me some kind of comfort. No Uriah. No one.

"The trial for Beatrice Prior." The judge says. "I've never done a trial with a father and daughter one after the other." She says. A slight laugh escapes her mouth. "Charges please."

An officer steps forward and reads them. Theft. Murder. Breaking and entering.

I'm done for.

"Miss Prior. You're history of foster families, theft and multiple expulsions seem to strike me as rather amazing. Being expelled and sent to juevy just don't seem to teach you the lesson you need and now you've killed someone." She says settling into her seat. "Do you deny killing Will Shumacher?"

"Yes." I reply.

Damn it! Where's Christina when you need her. I really need her right now. I thought that she would've been here. She promised me that she would be here. They both did.

Deep down I wanted to believe that they would be here. But maybe they did it so I wouldn't be worried about today. It wouldn't surprise me if they did. It wouldn't surprise me if they lied. I wouldn't blame them.

"You surprise me, Beatrice. Your pleading innocent?" She questions and I nod. She leans back slightly and interlocks her fingers. "But Beatrice. You've been proven guilty already. Due to where you were at the scene of the crime. With the murder weapon. Having already killed Will and then pointing it at you next victim." They think I was going to shoot Al? I mean at the time that's what it looked like. He does deserve it but I could never pull the trigger on someone who was my friend. I just can't morally do it.

"But there's no-"

"Evidence?" She questions, cocking her head slightly. "Officer David. Please step forward." David rises from out of the shadows. I glare at him as he walks up too the judge. He glares back. Me and David despise each other.

He begins to spew all the evidence he's collected over time. The fact that he's followed me for the last year and dug to find out about my dad kinda chills me slightly. I've basically been stalked by David and constantly questioned by him.

What if I do go to prison? What if my dads threat is actually a promise? Either way, I'm scared. I'm scared and I  hate to admit it. I hate to feel scared. I hate not feeling the constant bravery that I'm meant to feel. I hate-

"Miss Prior are you with us?" The judge asks and I simply nod. "Then rise to face your sentence ." I look down feeling the lump quickly forming in my throat. I keep repeating to myself that I'm innocent.

"The judge and jury find you-"

A loud bang stops her in her sentence.

"Innocent." A familiar voice says

Tobias.