Like Youll Never See me Again ( Book 2 ) ; Our Lives

Chap 3:Sentencing (3|3)

Gwen

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"  I screameds as I looked and saw Tori. "THIS BITCH STILL ALIVE AND I HAVE BEEN IN JAIL,PREGNANT AT THAT,SURVING TIME OFF HER SO CALLED DEATH?!I WAS SHUNNED FROM MY FAMILY AND MY OWN DAMN BROTHER! MY FUCKING BROTHER! THE BOY THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT,TURNED ON ME FOR A SO CALLED 'DEAD LOVER'!OH MY GOD-" "THAT IS ENOUGH CRIPPEN-AUGUST! SIT DOWN!" Judge Maywhether said. I breathed in and out and took my seat. Tori soon walked up to the podium. I looked at Craig and saw that his face was twisted. That'll teach him to turn on family."Ms.Jefferson-"  "Excuse me, but my name is Mrs.Johnson. I'm married." WAIT WHAT?!

Prod

"I'm married." Tori said to the officer. I looked at Suzzie and she was on the verge of crying. I picked her up and made her not look. She grabbed my phone and put on some music for herself. "Mrs.Johnson, do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?"  She nodded. "Mrs.Jefferson, can you tell me how this all started?" .

Tori

"Well, it started the day after I got hit and lost my memory."

:The day Tori got hit,room number 431.:

Everybody had just got done arguing on the fact that the only people I knew where Prod and Suzzie. Prod and I talked about moving out, and that's what we're going to do. "Are you hungry?" Prod asked me. I looked at the cafeteria food and nodded rapidly. He laughed and made his way to the door."I'll be back babe, love you." "Love you more." "Not possible." he smirked. He blew a kiss and left with a sleeping Suzzie. As I laid my head down on the pillow, a handsome nurse came in. "Good afternoon, I am Elijah Johnson, but you can call me E√. (see what I did there??) He smiled a smile of a million and one angels. "Let's see here, your name is Tori Jefferson? And you have to have your daily check up. Well, let me check you by saying that you have a beautiful smile and you can hit me up any time you want." I blushed so much harder than Prod makes me blush. Prod, prod,prod,prod,prod. He shpou!d be back. "Well, who was that guy and pretty baby that was in here earlier?" he scribbled on his clip board. "My brother and neice."