Chapter 224
Kyrah's POV
We just arrived in court and the way the Dawson family and relatives are looking at us, tells me that they are angry, maybe worried or even stressed. Carla keeps throwing glances at me. Her wet eyes begging me to do something. To even stop all of this but I can't. There's no turning back. I mean, what did Blake expect? The world to be full of happiness and roses for him when he had caused such a tragic thing to me and Scott? Hell no! They say whatever you do or say will always come back to you. Garbage in, garbage out. If he hadn't caused the accident, we wouldn't be here with his family glaring at me like I'm the one guilty of the crime. His grandparents are here, his father and other relatives I barely know.
I can tell that this hearing is going to be a very heated one. I even carried a bottle of water with me.
When everyone is inside the courtroom, the Bailiff then stands upright and faces our direction.
"All rise for the Honorable Judge, Ronald Bradshaw," he announces.
And we all stand as soon as he finishes his words and the Judge walks in majestically in his thick black gown and he takes a seat at the bench. The members of the Jury are seated together opposite the accused.
"You may be seated," Judge Bradshaw says and the entire room full of people sits at the same time.
"Is all set for the case?" the Judge asks the Bailif.
"Yes, Your Honor," he says.
"Very well. I presume the Prosecution and the Defense are ready?" Bradshaw asks the Bailiff.
"Very ready, Your Honor," the Bailiff replies.
"Alright. May the Prosecution make their opening statements," he says and begins staring down at some files on top of his bench.
The Prosecutor, Mrs. Jane Allen, a.k.a Johnny's mother stands up and introduces herself including other things. Roxy's dad has heard of Mrs. Allen's good work and he recommended us having her represent us in court. Scott's mom is also here, together with his dad. My parents too are here and all my friends. Most people here are officially dressed and most faces are expressionless, especially on the Jury's side.
The accused, Blake, is seated next to his lawyer, the Defense, he's in an orange overall, the ones given to someone in jail. Apparently that's where he's been, for two weeks now. This is not the first hearing.
He looks weak and pale, and his eyes are fixed on the floor. His lawyer makes his opening statements and the session begins.
At some point things get very heated between the Prosecutor and Defense that the Judge gets annoyed. Blake's lawyer keeps barging in when Mrs. Allen is talking and it's also annoying the shit out of me. If we weren't in a court of law, I swear I'd throw my shoe at him and tell him to shut the fuck up.
"I have proof that the accused is responsible for the road accident that happened two years ago–" Mrs. Allen begins strongly but is cut off by the Defense, Mr. Elliot Schnapp.
"Objection, Your Honor!" Mr. Elliot stands up while facing the Judge.
"Overruled," the Judge says for the umpteenth time, then he leans on the bench and stares down at Mr. Elliot and asks, "Why are you here?"
"To seek justice," he says and I feel my blood begin to boil. Scott snorts and shakes his head. What justice is this guy talking about? We're the ones who almost died, hello!
I can see that the Judge is already fed up with this Elliot guy and he calls for a ten minute recess.
"Let's take a ten minutes recess," he says and he strikes the gavel against the sound block and leaves the bench and disappears behind the door he came through earlier.
Everyone in the room sighs and begins murmuring. My family and friends choose to walk outside and get some air.
"Oh God, when will this end? I just want it to end so we can get back to our normal lives," I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose and Scott pulls me into a hug and rubs his hands gently on my shoulders.
"It'll be over soon, don't worry. Mrs. Allen is ahead of Blake's representative. We've got this, babe," he assures me and lifts my chin and kisses me softly on my lips.
"Urgh! That man is a pain in the rare end," Mrs. Allen walks out complaining.
"You'll beat him, mom. You've got this. Plus we've got evidence. He doesn't," Johnny tells his mother.
"We'll win this, don't worry guys, I have a very good feeling about this," Wren says and the twins agree with her.
"Just a few more minutes and we'll be back in there," Maeve says.
"I need some air," I say and move further away from them. I can hear my parents talking to Mr. Trent and Scott's parents. Roxy, Kye and Vic said they'd be a little late. I bet they're almost here.
"Guys! How'd it go? Did we win?" Roxy pops up from a corner, Vic and Kye trailing behind her and Wren runs to hug Vic.
"What happened?" Kye asks as they all halt and stare at me.
"Recess. We still haven't finished the court session. Thank you for coming," I say.
"Our ten minutes break is almost over, how about we go back in?" Dad asks and we all agree.
"Just be assured that no one messes with Mrs. Allen. I've got my A game on right now, that idiot, Elliot, is going down," Mrs. Allen whispers in my ear and I bite my inner cheeks to stop myself from laughing out loud. I just love this woman, I loved her the very first day I saw her. She's hilarious despite being a lawyer.
Once we're back inside and seated, my eyes wonder off and land on Blake and as if he senses it, he turns his head and our eyes meet. I swallow dryly as I look at him. His eyes are swollen, was he crying a few minutes ago?
Quickly I break the eye contact as soon as the Bailiff walks in and conducts the precious ceremony of welcoming the judge. And the session begins on a very high note. The Defense is given the first chance to ask questions.
"Where were you the said night of the accident, two years ago?" he asks Scott and I cringe.
"What kind of a question is that?" I hear Scott's mom whisper behind us.
"The night began when I was at the beach, with my girlfriend, Miss Kyrah Bailey, and as we were driving home, someone knocked my truck off the road," Scott says humbly. If that question had been directed to me, I would have responded rudely without even realizing it. And if I was a saber-toothed tiger right now, I'd sink my sharp canines into Mr. Elliot's neck and silence him at once.
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