letters with zach

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(Last chapter in POV until final chapter)

"Why isn't he being put directly in jail?!" Mrs. Rogers demanded to the judge.

"If it weren't for him, your daughter could have died." The judge stated calmly. He must deal with weirdos like her daily. I had a lot of people on my side.

People like Lindsey's advisor, counsellor, teachers, Judy, Carla, Kyla, Monique and other girls from her school and living area.

We were in court to get my restraining order revoked. There is two ways this could end - me in jail or me living in Washington in an apartment with Duke.

"He's not supposed to talk to her at all. They were communicating through letters for like two weeks." Mr. Rogers added.

"Is this true, Mr. Wheeler?"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts!" Mrs. Rogers yelled.

"Quiet!" Judge yelled.

"A word?" Duke called, raising his hand. He was on my side, too.

"Lindsey could've ended up killing herself a lot sooner if it weren't for Zach writing her back. He kept her positive for two weeks until things went haywire. Two weeks before, if Zach hadn't written back, who knows what could've happened? She didn't talk to anyone, ever."

"Mr. Duke Rogers has a point, but does he have proof?"

Duke muttered various curse words. "I do." I said. I had brought all of the letters, the ones she sent me and the ones

I had sent her.

I brought the box to the judge and allowed him to look over select notes.

"With reading these notes, I will conclude that that girl needs this boy. This boy needs that girl." I was beaming at the judges words. "But," well crap. "But, they can only see each other every other day and that's if her advisor and counsellor say she's been doing good and getting better. That means she has to actually speak with her counsellor."

"Okay." I nodded. That was fair and it was for her well-being. She wanted to be better, I could tell. I knew she'd be willing to do this if it meant seeing me and getting out of that school. "Can I ask something though?"

By now, I was just ignoring her parents because they were still screaming at the judge. Everyone was tuning them out, honestly.

"Sure."

"As some of you may know, Lindsey is dyslexic. Dyslexics needed special tutoring in order to get good grades. I have been tutoring Lindsey since 6th grade and her grades were pretty good. If I were to tutor her in a public place, like by her advisor or something, could I go back to tutoring her?"

"That's up to her advisor." Everyone looked at Lora expectantly.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Zach." I smiled.

"So he's not even going to jail or being fined?!" Mrs. Rogers screeched.

"Nope!" The judge smirked. I like this guy.

Duke walked up behind me and nudged me, showing me his phone. It was the fill-out thing to purchase/rent an apartment. He pressed the rent button and we high-fived each other. Everything was to fall into place.

I took out my phone to call the hospital Sara was at to get her transferred to Washington.