I Promise.

Pyrex Pans.

Chapter 29
  Today was the day of my preliminary hearing. The day that I had to explain the pain that I went through in front of the court. The gang all insisted that they could come for support, but I didn't want them to see me so upset. The only reason Steve is coming is because he's like family to me, and both him and my mom have to talk about my state in the hospital. I'm not really excited about all of this, but I have no other choice. I really can't go back, because now we are in front of the courthouse. If it wasn't for Steve holding my hand, I'd probably vomit and run. The preliminary hearing soon began, and I was soon being ushered to speak about the set of events that happened. I explained it all like it was some strange story.
  "My dad and I were in the car coming home from the grocery store. He was driving and I was sitting in the back seat on the left side. I never liked sitting in the passenger's seat. My mom told me a story about how she went through a windshield when she was younger, and for some reason I can never sit in the passenger's seat. My dad and I were just having a normal conversation. He was asking me about how a date went, and that's when I saw it from out of the corner of my eye. I screamed as loud as I could, and then before I knew it we were rolling over. We probably rolled about six times. From the way the impact hit, it hit the very back of the left rear side of the car, which forced my dad to hit the steering wheel with a lot of force. The force was so hard that it caused his death. My left arm got a lot of the impact from the 18-wheeler and the rolling, and at first it got stuck in between the crushed indent of the door and the seat. It got ripped out on probably the third spin, and even then I knew something was wrong. It felt like it had been completely torn apart. I was screaming for my dad and trying to get him up, but I was too weak and I passed out. The next thing I remember is waking up and having no left arm." I explained to everyone. I was surprised I wasn't asked any questions while I was telling the story.
  "How did you know that my defendant was on his phone while driving?" The criminal defense lawyer asked.
  "He told the police officer on the scene, sir. It's written in the report." I responded. He didn't even have a response for that.    "Quite the criminal defense lawyer." I thought to myself. I was finally released from the witness stand, and then it was Steve's turn to go up. He just had to describe my condition in the hospital, and that was it.
  "We probably got there at about 7:00 PM and stayed there all night. When we got there, we weren't even allowed to see him. I saw him from the window, and all I could see was his mangled left arm. He's left hand dominant so I knew how much this would impact him. The nurse came out and told us how he wouldn't be able to use his left arm, so she came to ask us if they could amputate it. Winnifred gave them verbal consent to amputate it. After he got out of surgery and woke up, it was more of a psychological pain that he was experiencing. He asked us if his dad was alright, and then we explained that he indeed did pass. This isn't a car accident end he can just forget about. He's constantly reminded about the foolish actions of one individual through the loss of his father and arm." Steve finally finished. After that, my mom soon testified and explained the exact same things Steve said. The defendant then pleaded guilty. We would have to wait for the actual trial to get his jail time. However I do know vehicular homicide could land you in jail for 3 to 15 years. It's absolutely brutal. We then started to gather ourselves out of the courtroom, and we walked to the car.
  "Anyone hungry?" My mom asked. All of us immediately nodded our heads yes. Aunt Ida looked the most eager for food. She didn't even eat breakfast this morning. My mom then drove us to our favorite Sushi place. Gramma and Aunt Ida have never tried sushi before, so this is new for them. It doesn't take long for us to order. Mom always orders the spicy tuna roll, I always order the rainbow roll, and Steve always orders the crunchy roll. Aunt Ida and Gramma Hubbard both opted for California rolls. As soon as we get the food, we all dig in. We all have our own rolls, but that doesn't stop Steve from stealing some of mine.
  "Steven Grant Rogers, I swear to god if you don't stop eating my rolls." I slapped my chopsticks against his wrist. It immediately left a red mark.
  "James Buchanan Barnes! Let him eat it! He's too skinny anyways!" Gramma Hubbard angrily exclaimed. I immediately rolled my eyes.
  "Yeah, Buchanan. I'm too skinny." He said, immediately grabbing a roll off of my plate again. He knows this pisses me off, because he knows I don't like crunchy rolls.
  "Eat your own food, Captain Little Ass." I said. This caused my mom to choke on her sprite and snort. She always seems to be drinking something when someone says something funny.
  "Okay, wow. Kind of rude." He said, finally eating his own sushi roll.
  "I'll tell you what's rude. Eating the majority of my meal!" I announced. Everyone at the table started laughing.
  "Babe, whatever is mine is yours, and whatever is yours is mine. It's called being in a relationship." He said.
  "He's not wrong." Aunt Ida responded, her shit eating grin looked just like mine.
  "Eat shit." With that, I shoved my roll in my mouth.