Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 27

I read over the letter for the thousandth time that day, Brad sitting by my side worriedly, clutching my hand tightly - it wasn't helping.

To Miss Alison Shaw,

The Philadelphia Supreme Court summons you to a hearing on that of April 18th 2014 (A/N i can't actually remember what time of year it is in the book so lets pretend its around then aha sorry) in reference to the charges placed against that of Jack William Power. 

Failure to attend this court date will result in immediate losing of the case - if the allocated date does not suit you, please contact PSC or the local police department to change it. You are required to arrive at precisely 1:00pm for a 1:30 start. 

Regards,

Sir John Adam

Judge

Philadelphia Supreme Court

"It doesn't matter how many times you read it, the words won't change." Brad breaks the deadly silence and I turn to face him - he looks extremely worried and I instantly feel guilty.

"But maybe it'll actually process in my brain the next time." I sigh, beginning to read the paper again when Brad swiftly takes it out of my hands and folds it in half, placing it back inside the envelope it arrived in, "Hey!" I whine, "Give it back. Please?"

"Nope," he pops the 'p', "You don't need to read it. You know what it says, you're just scared."

"I know." I sigh in defeat, "I'm going to have to hire a lawyer and get witnesses and pay for court and make a speech and-"

"Hey, hey, hey." Brad cuts me off, forcing me to look him in his chocolatey-brown eyes, "It's not like you'll be scraping the barrel for money, I'm a witness and I can help you with your speech. They'll have a police officer to speak about what happened when they arrived, too. It'll be okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Brad smiles and I finally do the same, "Now let's forget about this for a second and talk about something happier."

"But it's in less than two weeks! They should've given me more notice..." I grumble, crossing my arms.

"We'll work on the speech tomorrow, okay? Now, let's discuss what to do with the rest of our day." Brad distracts me and I mentally thank him. I don't want to talk about court any more.

"I don't know what to do." I shrug stubbornly.

"How about a movie night?" Brad offers and I raise a brow at him, "Come on, it'll be fun! We can build a great big cubby, with pillows and blankets like you'd do when you're a kid!"

"A cubby?" I question and his jaw drops.

"You've never build a cubby before?" He asks in disbelief and I shake my head.

"I didn't exactly have a great childhood." I remind him with a light chuckle.

"Right... sorry." Brad looks guilty.

"No, don't worry about it. You didn't mean it." I assure him, "Now tell me more about this cubby."

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An hour later, the upstairs lounge had been completely transformed into a giant cubby house made entirely from pillows and blankets. I had to admit, it was alot of fun to build. Brad was currently scrolling through Netflix on the TV, trying to decide what movie to watch.

"What do you feel like watching?" He asks as I snuggle further into his side.

"I don't mind, whatever you want." I shrug and Brad groans.