The Power Academy

Chapter 17-The Morning of the Trial

A/n

Hey, lovelies, sooooooooo no one said what update style they prefer, so I'm not going to stress myself and write as I feel the inspiration. This book has helped me so much at this point and I cannot wait until I get further down in the plot. I have so many ideas and already can see what is going to happen, and it is just a matter of finding the words to convey this journey. I wish I could dedicate all of my time to this and to bringing this world in my head to life, but my teachers are stressing me tf out.... They are critical to a microscopic level and spiteful simply for the sake of it, and it is genuinely making me question if this is the field that I want to pursue. At least I found something that I am passionate about, even if it will just remain my all-time favorite hobby.

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Kayla's PoV:

For the first time in weeks, I wake up feeling fully rested and relaxed. There isn't a kitchen in their suite, but there is a delicious smell lingering in the air, "Good morning, Kayla," Sasha says as he walks out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready for the day, "I hope you aren't too hungry, Bastian is a demon when someone tries to wake him up. The only thing that helps is this wax melt my mother got him for Christmas," so that's why it smells like maple coffee! I was wondering where that smell was coming from. A pillow comes flying across the room, obviously aimed at Sasha's head, but missed by a very wide margin.

"Why are you talking and awake so damn early??" Sasha and I just laugh at him as Sebastian sleepily complains. After a few moments of casual conversation, he and I end up trading places, him relaxing on the couch, and I rushing around the room getting my things together. Once I find everything, I go into the bathroom and begin to get ready. While we were game planning our strategy for today, Sasha told me a brief idea of what to wear for today. He wanted me to wear something that accentuates my soft and kind personality, something that brings people in and gives them an opportunity to see the true me. I can already tell that Sasha's gameplan is to paint Gregory and me in stark opposite lights, him in a horribly sadistic light, and I in an innocently soft and gentle light.

A man like Sasha truly is a puzzle, I have been trying to figure him out from the moment I met him. He is unlike any submissive I have ever met, unbending and willing to challenge even the most aggressive dominant for someone. I really appreciate the lengths he has gone for me, and I don't think I will ever be able to repay him. Still, I wonder how a pair like him and Sebastian work together, I have seen them share a moment in the library, but I was too busy focused on other things to really look at their dynamic. When looking on the outside, it seems as if the two should have switched roles, I honestly love it and cannot wait until we can talk more and I can ask questions.

Once I get ready, I finalize my outfit with my flower crown, my favorite accessory. I know with a "legal proceeding" I should try to look professional, but I just want to look like myself. I walk out of the bathroom, and Seb groans out a greeting from the bed, still refusing to leave his blanket nest. Sasha smiles at me and stands to give me a hug. I think our outfits pair quite nicely together, his fitted grey suit making my floral dress and flower crown look more professional, and my outfit making his suit look more gentle and approachable. Wow, he is really good at what he does.

"Are you ready, Kayla?" I nod as he looks at me to make sure I am okay, "Today isn't going to be easy, trust me, Gregory and his goons are going to throw everything they can find at us, but you can't let that get you down. Don't be afraid to show your emotions, but don't let them control your actions today. If it goes as planned, Gregory will not only be proven by evidence and witnesses that he is scum, but he will prove it himself by how they act and treat you today," the gravity of today hits me. I can't form words, so I simply nod, worried about not only how I am going to react when the trial gets on its way, but how Jasper and Sebastian will react if they already had issued during the opening statement.

Sasha and I leave the suite to prepare for the day in the room. A professor is at the door once we head in, making sure to allow us to have our private time without the chance of being alone in the same room with Gregory. As stupid as it was, Sasha and I rehearsed saying the statements that I wanted to say so that I would have confidence in my words when I was in front of a crowd. The humor of this 'rehearsal' made me laugh and relax, definitely needing this stress relief. While the topic of today is heavy, Sasha definitely knows how to put someone at ease and make them feel okay in what he knows is about to come.

People start trickling in and eventually, the trial resumes once again. Witness after witness stood up for our side, defending my honor and talking about my character and personality as the opposition passed on counter questioning. They all blurred together, stating the same thing as I sat there in my head barely registering what is being said. I know Sasha is planning on saving the concrete evidence for the last day so that it sticks in the minds of the jury, but I wish we could get over this and go home. The more these people talk, the more and more I feel like a broken victim. Gregory's side hasn't even begun talking and I feel like I want to die. Eventually, Gregory's lawyer stands up and the energy shifts in the room. No longer do I feel a wallowing sorrow, but more so an unescaping dread. I have no way to prepare for what is to come, or what is to be said about me.

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A/n

Sorry for the late update, it hasn't bee the greatest several days for me mentally or physically. I got diagnosed with bronchitis (Ain't nobody got time for dat!) and it has just been horrible. This next chapter is going to be a hard one to put to paper because it will be all of the inner thoughts and the backlash I have ever gotten for my past basically all accusing Kayla. I apologize in advance for how long this takes to get put out, but I have to be willing to go at my own pace so that I don't get emotionally overwhelmed.

I'm sorry, this book is getting so depressing, I promise there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Love you always,

Lizzie