It's Complicated

Chapter 21

took my laptop back to update be thankful

"Mitch, we want you to see someone and talk to them so you can avert yourself from these thoughts and memories of having a relationship with a teacher. It's disgusting, and we all just want you to feel safe," The police man, who's name I had learned was Frank, insisted. I was forced to talk to him so they could gather stuff to tell the judge and jury, but the fact that it was a student teacher relationship basically had the whole case set. 

I just didn't understand what was so wrong about it. Scott was a good person. He is a good person. This was all my fault, yet I was still being seen as the victim because I was the student. 

I was going to have to speak in court, whether I wanted to or not. I needed to do something, I couldn't just sit in the background and let prejudiced old people send Scott to jail and pity me when I was never even a victim.

"I appreciate the concern," I said. "But I'm fine. I don't need to talk to anyone." He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face. 

"Okay, Mitch. Whatever you think is best for you. I'll ask you again- will you be speaking against Scott in court or would you rather not get involved? We have plenty of evidence to know that it would be fine if you decided to not participate at all in this," He said to me. I knew he wanted me to speak, because they'd probably tell me all sorts of things about how Scott was just a predator and I was just the victim and I was going to be completely safe and blah blah blah. All shit that I had heard before, and did not need to hear again.

"Yes. I will be speaking in court," I said, and in the back of my mind I added but not against him. He nodded and sighed in relief, probably thinking I hadn't heard. 

"It will take place next Friday, in the Arlington Courthouse. 12 pm. I'll be there because I'm in charge of bringing Scott," He said. "See you there." I stood up and wordlessly left the police station. I decided to go to Kirstie's house, because I didn't want to go home, and I couldn't go back to summer school.

I had been taken out of the summer school program on account that I 'needed a break from school' so I could 'distance myself from reminders of Mr. Hoying.' This was all just plain absurd. 

Not to mention the fact that this was all my fault. If only I hadn't insisted that Scott and I try to have a relationship. If only I had resisted Scott's attempts at helping me. If only I had just backed off. 

But there were no ifs now. My mom hated me even more now, because news spread in our town, and she was now the mother of the kid dating the teacher. Bruce stayed by her side, and defended her by always insisting that I was a 'troubled child' who couldn't be controlled. 

I rubbed at the bruise on my shoulder. My mom had pushed me into a bookshelf yesterday because she had told me to get out of her face and I didn't do anything, instead just kept sitting there. I hadn't said anything, but I had stood up and walked out of the house. I didn't bother to ice it, because there wasn't enough ice in the world to cover all the places she had hurt me already. I had also taken out my diamond ear piercings because she found humor in pulling my ears whenever I walked through the door, and I figured taking them out might reduce the pain.

I appeared at Kirstie's house and went to the back of the house, lifting the handle like she had taught me and sneaked inside, going up the stairs. I entered her room and could only pray that she wasn't naked. She wasn't, she was on the phone with someone, but when she saw me, she faltered with whoever was on the other end. She recomposed herself. 

"I'll talk to you later, I have stuff to do. I love you too Jer-Bear," She said, and I raised my eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes but didn't comment. She got off her bed and shut the door and pulled me in for a hug. We stood there for a little bit and then she pulled back, grabbing my hand and sitting me down on the edge of her bed. 

"Are you okay? How's everything going?" She asked me quietly. She knew about the entire ordeal, and she also knew how bad I felt about it. She promised she would be there for me as long as she could, but she did have to go to college next month, yet she was still making an effort to be my friend.

"I'm fine. I decided to speak at the trial," I said. She rubbed my shoulder and I winced but said nothing. She either didn't notice or was pretending to not notice. 

"I'm sorry all of this is happening-" She was cut off my her cell phone ringing. She stood up and grabbed her phone off her desk. I stared at her curiously, and saw confusion flit across her face at the number on the screen. She clicked answer and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello? Yes, this is Kirstin," She said. She frowned. "Well, yes, but- oh. Jonah Taylor told you that? Ah. Okay. Yes, that's fine. I'll be there. Bye."

"Who was it?" I asked her immediately. 

"Apparently Jonah had proof that I was involved in this as well, and they're asking me to speak in court with you. Scott's friends have to speak too," She said. I groaned. What was Jonah's problem? It was bad enough that he had outed me and Scott, and now he was dragging Kirstie in too. I sighed. 

I stole my laptop for this so sorry it's short, once I get it back for good I'll make a long chapter with all that court stuff. yh. 

I have a new story out that I'll begin writing once this is done so ye go add it to your libraries please and thank