No Better Heaven Than You.

Fight for you

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Unknown
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J U N E 30th

C A R M E N•

Have you reached a verdict today?

Those words danced in my mind as I closed my eyes, gripping onto Lori and Corey's hand for dear life. We made our claim, we fought, we persecuted, we lost sleep and we even brought the families who could stand it to the stand to testify.

Now twelve jurors and one person who stood from within them, held our fate. They sealed it and I just prayed that they saw that this man was wrong.

There never should have been a trial, or as many retrials as we have had. But money unfortunately rules this wicked world and this was the most wicked of things I have ever faced in my face.

"We the jury find the Defendant Jim Crow-"
•••
Earlier that day•

"Baby we going to Airi Mamma birthday dinner tonight?" Shrugging my shoulders as I went over my statements and the questions Lori would ask the families testifying, I turned to face him as he wheeled himself into our bedroom.

His personality was slowly coming back now, and he was practicing things that would help stimulate his mind as well as his hand. He hated it, as you would imagine but every day was meant to be better than the last. Cj sat in his lap, starring wide eyed while his Father tossed the ball up and down in the air.

My sweetest pea was four months old today!

"Carmen? You hear me talking to you guh?" Rolling my eyes, I packed our many needed stacks of papers and evidence for Lori's use later.

"Yes I heard you, I was getting us situated for later." Cj had been fussy so we've been up with him since about 4am, and Corey chose to start his workouts and physical therapy not an hour after. So we all have just been awake.

I believe I was wired to say the least, and Corey to but he more than likely masking it behind being his usual goofy self. As long as he wasn't fake pumping, I was good with it.

I didn't want him pretending to be someone he truly wasn't anymore, even if it meant I had to adjust and love him differently.

He was still my husband, our child's Father and my Corey.

"Well? Are we?" Rubbing at my eyes, that were very much burning, I flopped down on the bed as he wheeled in front of me. I honestly don't know if I'd want to go anywhere but home after court.

I was stressed out and I was incredibly drained. No offense to Corey but he's been in the hospital, and although he's participated in his part I have been holding everything down. Our son, our house, our bills, our YouTube and our future. This shit wasn't a game to me or easy at that.

Shit was turning up missing, weird stuff kept happening while we were in public and it just seemed to get more and more worse. Just last week we all gathered at Nique and Kings for family day.

The grouping went just fine, but in the middle of watching our movie a loud crash came from outside. Everybody scrambled in fear naturally, grabbing babies and one another before the men creeped outside. Someone had thrown a bottle with a soaked rag at the front door. Fortunately whatever fire they attempted did not succeeded and that was it for the night.

We all were so scared, we stayed there for three days. We didn't want to separate, but we had to because of Airi's Mom and school, Tray and his responsibility to Destiny and so forth and so on.