"Why do you treat me this way?" I asked softly. He looked shocked by the question, but then his facial expression softened. "Because...I like you." He mumbled. "What?" "I like you!"
"Somethin Bout You Makes Me Feel Like A Dangerous Woman, Somethin Bout, Something Bout, Somethin Bout You Makes Me Wanna Do Things That I Shouldn't" Ariana Grande x Dangerous Woman ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
•Carter "C" James•
I sat in the car and waited for my dad to come out. It was the last trial against Drew, and this one was for the abuse charges. Tonight was also homecoming, and Kendall wouldn't stop texting me about how she wishes I was going. I would go, but I honestly think I'll be too emotionally drained. Having to see Drew again and having to talk about all the abuse from half my life is a lot to deal with.
I never found my necklace and I just wish I could go back in time and find it. Nolen's chains were making me feel like I actually had the necklace on.
When dad came out, I groaned. I wanted to get this day over with, but I was dreading it all at the same time. They got in the car and I leaned back.
"Can you drive slow, dad?" I asked.
"I was planning on it. I'm not trying to see that man either."
I leaned back and closed my eyes. After about an hour drive, I woke up. We were at the courthouse. I sighed and got out along with Dad. We went through security and we both got sworn in for what seemed like the hundredth time.
It wasn't for another half hour that Drew showed up, in his orange jumpsuit and cuffed. The officers that walked behind him, nodded at my dad when they made eye contact. Drew looked at me and bit his lip and I mentally gagged.
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So far in this case we've basically won. Drew's lawyer can't bring anything to the table, proving that he didn't abuse me and my mom, and that he didn't shoot my mom.
"This case is basically over. I'm about to rule Drew guilty, but before I do, Mr. Norman, is there anything else you want to show me to try and prove your client not guilty?" Judge Brown asked, Mr. Norman, Drew's lawyer.
"No, your honor."
"Your honor, there is something I would like to say." I spoke up.
"Go 'head sweetie." She half smiled.
"Uhm, I've never spoken on this, to anyone, but when I was 8 or 9, back when Drew and my mom were getting real serious, I was violated. It was night time, and my mom was out at work because at that time, she worked a night shift, so it was just me and Drew. I was sleep, but somehow I could hear the door open and close. Then I felt a weight on my bed, then on top of me." I paused. "That night I was wearing a night gown. I remember this so vividly it sickens me." I laughed dryly. "And after I felt the weight on top of me, I felt him insert himself inside of me–"
"You raped my daughter!" Dad shouted lunging at Drew only to be held back by security. "I should fucking kill yo ass!"
Tears streamed down my face as I continued. "I've never felt so much pain in my life. I screamed and kicked, but he wouldn't get away. He muffled my screams by putting the pillow over my mouth, damn near suffocating me. After what seemed a lifetime, he exited. He threatened that if I told anyone, he'd kill me slowly. Being the scared child I was, I never said anything, when I should've said something the minute my mom walked into the house." I said breaking down in tears.
