Broken

Chapter Eleven - Sentence

Time seemed to be flying. I'm just passing the ten week mark and the very slight baby bump could now be seen through the normal shirts I wore. Christmas was also fast approaching and since I'd quit my job, I was embarrassed to not be able to afford any gifts. Granted, my grandparents have refused to accept gifts from me and Adi and Adrien (and their surprisingly large families) were rich, the embarrassment I felt at not being able to return the kindness they continually showed me was upsetting.

Those were all thoughts at the back of my head, however, as today I, as well as Adrien and Jake, would be heading to the police station today to give our statements on what had happened two weeks prior with my father. This would all be preliminary findings in a court case being built against him.

The authorities had called us in on a Friday, of all days, so while I was getting ready, Adrien was driving the kids to school and Jake was likely on his way home from dropping off the younger ones. We would be missing school, but the boys still had football practice after school.

Adalyn had taken me shopping for all new clothes, despite my protests, and I'd gotten a wardrobe of all new clothes that ranged from one size too big to three. We'd even picked up a pair of maternity jeans for later. All the clothes I'd gotten had give to them, and the only pants I got were stretchy, aside from the maternity jeans.

Coincidentally, after seeing me wear Adriens sweatshirt, Adalyn "forgot" to buy me any sort of sweater. I knew why she was doing it, and I was more ashamed by the fact that soon I probably wouldn't even be able to fit in his sweaters. The thought brought on an irritable mood. Of course, I'd decided to continue to wear Adriens sweatshirt until it couldn't fit, but I knew how embarrassed I'd be the day I realized it wouldn't. However, the thought left my mind as I pulled the soft material over my head.

Jake soon returned, Adrien following not long after. Jake offered to drive down to the station, I'm sure so he wouldn't have to sit in the back seat, and so we sat in a comfortable silence on the way there.

Once we arrived, I was a bit nervous to walk in. Once I gave my statement, my father would go to jail. While it was well deserved, I still loved him despite what he'd done, and I just wished the man I knew in my childhood would return.

I knew, however, that he had dug his own grave. So with a stable mind, I walked into the station.

-.-.-

The officer in front of me was concerned, I could tell, with the statement I was giving. They'd asked me for in-detail statements, as well as any proof I could provide. I only had one permanent scar, which I showed the man as it was on the back of my neck. It was an accident with a broken beer bottle.

There was obvious evidence in the house, and the threats he'd made at the Stone's residence was enough to get a warrant, plus breaking and entering. However, my statement would give him a life sentence, I was sure.

Finally, after hours of talking, the officer I was speaking with seemed to be wrapping things up.

"Alright, Misses Soule. With everything you've told me, you will never have to worry about this again after the trial."

He paused for a moment, closing his file presumably on my dad and standing up.

"Miss Soule, we contacted a Mrs. Nathalie Soule. She was filed as James Soule's wife. We haven't heard back from her, but we've asked her to provide a statement. If you hear back from her, please let us know."

A feeling I didn't know how to comprehend engulfed me. "My mom? She... hasn't responded?"

I knew the officer could hear the hope in my words when he hesitated to respond.