Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 32: Trial

I'd like to take a moment to say that everything I say about the court system is totally based on my imagination to fit the story, it probably doesn't really work like I make it out to, don't expect this if you get arrested for some crazy thing or someting!

Brielle's P.O.V.

...TWO WEEKS LATER...

I sat outside the courthouse, ready for my trial. A lot had happened in the past two weeks. I moved in with Addie. She had heard about Niall and was more than happy to let me bunk wither. We could relate to each other. Cameron cheated on her, Niall cheated on me. We cried about them a lot. Luckily, though, I wasn't alone. To me, that was more important than having a boyfriend.

After that, I got a call from the courts. My trial was for today, April 5th. I hired a lawyer and bought an outfit for court. I was terrified to death. Here, I would be publicized as a murderer, and the prosecuting lawyers thought that they had a good case against me. I couldn't really prove that I didn't kill him. All I could prove was that he was dead and I was a likely suspect. All I could really hope for was that they didn't have enough evidence to prove that I did kill him. At least, that's what my lawyers told me. My trial was for two, and I kept my eyes on the clock as it ticked to 1:50. Ten more minutes until doomsday. Addie sat next to me. She handed me a hot chocolate. I accepted it numbly.

"You're going to be fine," she said.

I sighed. "How? The prosecutors wouldn't take me to court unless they had real proof."

"Proof of what?" Addie countered. "Come on Bri, I know you. You didn't kill him. And if you're innocent, how can they prove that you're not?"

Good point. "I don't know," I said hopelessly. "I just know that they're doing it."

Addie hit me on the top of the head. "Brielle Williams, I refuse to believe that you are giving up. This behavior is due to the fact that you just went through a rough breakup."

"Keep believing that," I muttered.

Suddenly, the clock chimed two. I stood nervously and walked into the door. Adie waved me goodbye.

"You're going to do great, she called.

I tried for a thumb up. Addie frowned a little and shook her head, but waved and walked away. I would have preferred for Addie to stay in there with me, but she had to work. I didn't have a job anymore, and no one would hire me. I already felt bad for just staying with her, but she insisted on it. And then she had to work to pay the bills and for the food and all the other necessities.

I took my place next to my lawyer. He winked at me. I tried for a smile, but I think it came out of more as a grimace. I looked at the prosecuting attorney. He looked tough. When he noticed me looking at him, he waved at me. I'm sure it was sarcastically, so I smiled at him and waved my fingers, trying to look confident. I think it worked, because he looked startled and turned away to fiddle with his briefcase.

We all stood for the judge, who was a balding middle-aged man. I had heard a little about him. According to Google, he was fair, and always heard both sides before giving his verdict. I was hoping he would be on my side.

"The court will now be brought to order," he said, banging his gavel. He looked at the prosecuting lawyer. "Are you ready to present your case?"

The attorney nodded importantly. "We have collected evidence against Ms. Williams. We hope you will find it... eye-opening," he said, with a nasty glance at me. I

I wanted to stick my tongue out, but I refrained. For all I knew, the news channel could be broadcasting my every move to the general public. The last thing I needed was more publicity.