Lovers' Maehem

Chapter 57

Maeve

April 14th, 2181

8:43pm

Tomorrow is my parents trial, and I just... I can't stomach it. I've been so nervous for weeks. I throw up every morning, and I just always feel sick thinking about it. They are about to be sentenced to death, and it's my doing. One minute I go from being happy we are almost done with the people who were basically running the organization and the next I'm crying. My moods change so often I'm not even sure I'll be able to make it through court without passing out or throwing up.

"Mae you don't have to go," Griffin tells me for the fifth time tonight. I haven't thrown up in 4 hours, but I feel like I am about to all the time. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, everything hurts. I want this to be over with.

"I'm going," I say, "I just need a good sleep, so I'll go to bed right after dinner. Can we have pasta with tomato sauce, I'm really craving it." Griffin nods and throws the water on the stove. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. This is what you wanted. It's true isn't it? Griffin comes up behind me and hugs me,

"It'll be okay," he says, "and if you want to leave part way through, we can leave part way through." I nod knowing very well it's a publicized hearing that half of the states is watching. These don't happen very often and when they do they aren't as fast as my parents.

The next morning, my alarm goes at 8am. Court starts at 9. I don't like the hotel room. It has a weird stench to it. I don't really like Washington at all. It's freezing and I miss the beach. I can't wait to go home. After throwing up twice, I put on my dress and tights with a blazer. The heels hurt my feet, but I suck it up and get into the cab with Griffin. The rest of the team is coming later on in the day, but I want to be there right from the beginning. I want Mom and Dad to know I'm watching them go down for the thing they told us was what was best for our family. As the court is in session I have to hold in the throwup in mouth, and I struggle to not fall as we rise for the judge. I just feel so nauseous. And these mood swings!

"You okay?" Griffin asks as John Taylor stands up and goes over what my parents have done.

"Today we are here to prosecute Brian and Evelyn Blake for capital punishment, the death sentence. Now you may be wondering why these parents of 4 are being given the most serious of penalties the United States of America offers. These two people have been essentially leading an organization that assassinates thousands, possibly millions of people every year. Not only have these two people ordered the deaths of thousands, they have killed several thousand on their own. Mr. and Mrs. Blake, do you plead guilty to the charges of leading an organization responsible for millions of deaths and killing thousands yourself?" I look at my parents waiting for their response. As does the whole court.

"Yes," my mother says. I can see my father frustrated, but the problem isn't being proven innocent. The problem is proving they should or shouldn't get the death penalty.

"Mr. Blake, do you plead guilty?" I see the frustration and loss in my father's face as he responds.

"Yes."

With that the prosecutor goes on with a lot of words I don't understand about why they deserve the death penalty over a maximum jail sentence. It's pretty much saying over and over again that they have caused more deaths than any other American citizen, they kill a lot, they have killed a huge number of people. Any ways you can say it. Statistics, random numbers, accusatory words. By the time they call the court to adjourn until tomorrow, everyone knows they've already lost. Tomorrow they put both my parents on the stand to hear their side, and then the jury attempts to come to a consensus. If they can't, it continues. Although as of now it's pretty apparent that the consensus will be easily met.