Your song-Biancalya

Four

After school Alya went to Mr. Parks room. "Are you ready?" Alya asked nervously. She didn't want to go down to the police station, but she knew she had too. They would find out one way or another.
"Yeah. Come on Alya. I'll drive you."
Alya got in the car and strapped herself in. She hadn't ridden in a car since the accident she was in a couple years back, but she felt safe with Mr. Park. "So...have you thought any about what you're going to say. I mean how are you going to word what happened."
Alya hadn't really thought about it. She just wanted to get the whole thing over with. She had spoken with Bianca earlier about it, saying that she was going to confess. "I don't exactly know. Bianca is going to meet me down there and be a  witness, she's just as scared as I am though, she lied to the cops, said her mom shot him. The truth is I have no idea what's about to happen. I already have a record of shooting people and last time I said it was self defense and went to jail anyways."

Mr. Park got a little nervous when he kept hearing Alya say "Last time," so he decided to ask her about what had happened. "What exactly do you mean by last time?"

Mr. Park almost didn't want to hear the answer, it was bad enough one of his students had been beaten to the point where somebody had to be shot, but for it to have happened twice just broke his heart. Mr. Park doesn't have any children of his own and he tends to think of his students as his own children. He didn't know if he would even be able to handle the story if Alya had been beaten too.

"You may not want to be driving when I tell you. Bianca already knows and she got so sad she threw up when I told her. It isn't something I like to talk about, but it does matter and you need to know what you're getting yourself into defending an ex-convict." Alya hated calling herself that but she did anyways because it's what she was. According to the law, nothing can change the fact that she had gone to jail for shooting her family. 

Mr. Park got to the station and waited in the parking lot while Alya told him the story.

"I was in fifth grade when it all happened. My parents had beat me before, but it had never gotten to this point until a week before it happened. My dad always kept a gun in the safe by the kitchen cabinets and one day I saw him put in the password, so I went and I got the gun. When he noticed it was missing...he knew I had...so he went out and got another one. When he got home that day he...he came up to me and, and he put the gun to my head. 'Where is it?' he yelled at me. 'Where'd you put the gun boy?' He always called me boy because I used to try to dress like one. He mocked me. When I wouldn't answer he lowered the gun and shot my in the knee, it's... it's why I have a limp." Alya rolled up the leg of her pants to reveal where her prosthetic leg met her lower thigh. 

"Oh my God!" Mr. Park exclaimed. "Alya, how did they not believe you?"

"When he did that, I grabbed the gun out of my hoodie and shot him in the chest. He died almost instantly. Then my mom walked in. She was so upset she shot me just below where Papa had. So I killed her too." Alya explained, her voice breaking as she went along. "They said it was murder in the third degree. A crime of passion...they knew what had happened but...I never told them about how he had been beating me with a cane for years...they didn't know he would've killed me... he would have...shot me to death...if...if I hadn't." Alya broke down crying. "I" she said in between sobs. "I...didn't...mean...to kill...Bianca's...father..." Alya chocked out. "I... Just wanted him to get off of her..." Alya cried. 

The door to the car opened and Bianca got in and put Alya in her lap. She rubbed small circles on the girls back and whispered in her ear. "You did the right thing baby, you are doing the right thing. And if they try to send you to jail, I will fight for you. I won't let them take you away this time."

Then they all three walked in.