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Viridian Love Story - Chapter 5: Shattered dreams

Hello my dear friends! Chapter 5 is online. Enjoy :)

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At six o'clock in the morning, Jessie awoke from one of the most beautiful dreams that had ever accompanied her through the night. She was walking along the beach of Alola, hand in hand with James. Newly in love, they played and joked, completely carefree and far from the past. James would wrap his arms around her waist, placing a row of kisses down her neck. She enjoyed his caresses and felt the need to never let go of him again. Eternal partners who didn't have to abide by laws and rules, but were finally allowed to deepen their relationship. A smile flitted over Jessie's face as she reviewed the nocturnal pictures again. Part of that dream had finally come true. James was lying next to her, slumbering with a blissful smile. He seemed so vulnerable and she felt de desire to protect him. Protect him from past atrocities, from her and from the grunts that use to question his abilites. The grunts! Her heart skipped a beat. Jessie reached for the nearest pillow and slapped it in James' face. «Ouch, what have I done to deserve this, Jess ? » He rubbed his nose. «We're late, James. The grunts are waiting for our instructions! Get up! Now!» She was about to jump out of bed, but James held her back. «Give me five minutes to brighten your day,» he grinned mischievously as he kissed Jessie's hand. Of course, she would rather spend times of treachery with James, but duty called, so she freed herself from his grip. «This has to wait! You should probably get dressed,» she looked at him from top to bottom, finding it difficult to suppress an embarrassed smile. He was an extraordinarily handsome man, and a gifted lover, but they couldn't afford another faux pas with Giovanni, even if the urge to press her lips on his almost overpowered her. Uniformed and ready to give instructions, the trio arrived at Team Rocket's headquarters. Jessie and James tried as hard as they could to avoid Meowth's gaze, who had been looking at them sceptically all the way to the phone booth. He smelled the rat, he knew what was going on, but the couple didn't bother to explain. They dialed the number and concentrated on the plan. It rang at least ten times before someone picked up the phone. That's how much the trio was valued. They were at the bottom of the food chain, expected to make nothing but missteps. «It was about time, losers,» Cassidy said, Jessie clenched her hands to fists. Each and every time she tried to score off the trio with her titlings. «Let's hear your master plan, we're all very excited about it», her call was more than sacrastic and Jessie could hear some grunts laughing in the background, but she gathered all her self-confidence and they reported on their plans. «Prom night takes place in the big hall. We found out that there are four emergency exits. They either lead outside or into a bunker. The bunker is of course out of question for our project, but cars equipped with nets and cages for the Pokémon will be waiting outside. We'll keep the crowd at bay, you just run away and deliver the root to Giovanni. It's simple. On our callsign you storm the hall. We use smoke bombs to put the students out of action while the smoke detectors are turned off. Easy as pie, isn't it ? » Jessie was totally convinced of the plan, James and Meowth nodded in agreement, but Cassidy snorted derisively. « Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, you no-goods ! » she replied. « Whatever Cass ! See you tonight ! » Jessie ended the call and yelled out loud. «Who does she think she is? She always has to badmouth our ideas. That conceited b…» James shushed her. «It's okay, sweetheart» he whispered. «It's going to be a blast», he made sure Meowth was out of earshot. «Can't wait to see you in that beautiful evening gown tonight. You'll be the most charming woman on the dance floor and I'll be your suave companion, okay ? » he lifted her chin, placing a quick kiss on her lips. Ash was nervous, but he couldn't really place his excitement. For almost two hours he had been waiting for Serena, who wanted to look pretty for the occasion and she did. Serena was wearing a pink dress and a mother-of-pearl bolero. She wore her hair in a complicated updo. Her red lipstick shined like ruby on her lips. «Ready, Ash?» they linked arms and entered the big hall. Students and Pokémon had already gathered on the dance floor. There was laughter, drinking and partying. The organizers had really worked hard. Nothing was lacking. Snacks, fruit punch and delicious and tasty desserts were served at the buffet. Ash spotted a long line of people waiting to take pictures in the photo booth and then he spotted her. Misty was dressed in a light blue evening gown. She wore her hair loose, discreet make-up and a stunning smile. «Hey Ash!» she and Brock cleaved their way through the crowd. «Hi Misty, Brock» Ash couldn't avert his gaze from her. She looked so mature, not like that frumpy little girl she used to be. He swallowed hard, internally struggling with some unknown feelings. Misty noticed his glances and blushed. 'He's your friend! Don't do anything you'd regret' she scolded herself. Trouble was brewing between the arragned couples. Serena could no longer control her jealousy. « You know what, Ash, enjoy your night with Misty ! I'm out. I thought we would spend a romantic evening together, but it seems that someone else caught your attention ! » She speeded toward the buffet and poured herself a large glass of fruit punch. Brock, once again feeling like the fifth wheel, left Ash and Misty alone, trying his luck with a little brunette lady. Misty didn't really know how to make this encounter less akward. They faced each other, but no one dared to take the first step. «Ehm, hi» what a meekly start. «Hi, Ash» Misty wasn't a whit better. «Would you like to dance? Or shall we have a snack ? » he asked her. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They found a tiny spot between the dancing couples. Misty didn't hesitate for a second, but wrapped her arms around Ash's neck. The young student felt slightly uncomfortable. He was plagued by a guilty conscience. He hadn't followed Serena and strangely enough, he felt no urge to win her back either. So he smiled at Misty and moved closer to her. Jessie and James had been watching the whole scenario. «The twerp's in love. Didn't we once advice him against putting himself in danger beacuse of the opposite sex?» James laughed out loud. « We did, but you know what ? This is the kind of trouble I really enjoy getting in to» he hold Jessie by her waist, pinning her closer while kissing her very hard. Her knees threatened to give way, James caresses drove her crazy. «Nevertheless, we need to put our plan into practice» he said and Team Rocket left the dance floor to get ready for their raid. «Hey Ash, do you want to take pictures like we used to do when we were kids?» Misty didn't even wait for his reply, but dragged her friend to the photo booth. The onslaught had somewhat subsided and the two of them entrechned themselves in this very small space, smiling into the camera. «Think of a cool pose» she asked him. Ash remembered the funny grimaces Haunter had taught him. « Great, now it's my turn» and before the camera could take a picture, Misty kissed Ash briefly on the lips. They were both perplexed. At that moment their friendship had reached another level. It didn't feel wrong, on the contrary, it was long overdue. « Sorry Ash » she blushed scarlet, « I didn't mean to overwhelm you, I just wanted to… » Ash placed a hand on her face, pulling her lips closer to his. She hesitated briefly, but then they decided to seal this moment with another kiss. Ash had never felt so free. Unknown feelings raged in him. He had always kept an eye on his friend, but as a young boy, the Pokémon-championships were his biggest goal, girls had absolutely no place in his life. He wanted more, he wanted to feel Misty's lips, but a deafening bang made him wake up from this dream. Ash pulled the curtain aside. The atmosphere had changed. Where students were celebrating and chatting before, there was chaos. Grunts entered from all sides, shot around with net canons, captured Pokémon and showed no leniency. The young people screamed, tried to protect their little companions, but they did not succeed. The first smoke bomb burst on the dance floor and a shrill laughter from the past caught up with Ash and Misty.« Prepare for trouble » Jessie, still dressed in a breathtaking burgundy gown, sicced Arbok on the students.«And make it double» James was surrounded by a dark purble cloud.« Team Rocket » Ash should have known. He and Pikachu go ready to fight.«To protect the world…» Jessie got shushed by the grunts. «Stop talking and help us!» they grouched. «Long time no see, twerps » with a clear goal in mind and the last hope in their hearts, the trio walked up to Ash and Misty, ready to take Pikachu into their custody. « We won't put up with that anymore, Team Rocket ! « Ash ordered Pikachu to strike the criminals with a giagantic thunder shock. He could hear various trainers asking their flying Pokémon to swirl away the smoke. The grunts couldn't compete with the mighty Pokémon. They continued to fight, but their strength waned. They were struck by water vortexes and lightning, got injured and torched. «Retreat! Retreat!» one of the evildoers shouted and little by little they left the hall to save their lives. «Hey! What do you think you're doing? Fight for Giovanni!» Jessie tried to change their minds, but the grunts had already left without prey. Now the trio was surrounded by angry students and their Pokémon. «What a mess, Team Rocket. I think you're going to blast off once again!» Ash laughed gloatingly, but Misty had discovered the pendant on Jessie's neck – a star. It seemed so familiar to her, but she couldn't place it properly.« Goodbye and don't come back ! » The group of students moved closer to Team Rocket. They threatened them with the strongest attacks of their Pokémon and once again the trio had to admit defeat. Now they sure were in need of explanation. The trio faced Giovanni's rebuke with shaking knees. «You had one job, Jessie, James and Meowth ! You failed ! What's the matter with you guys ? What about your brilliant plan ? It sucked, huh ? Who's responsible for this disaster ? » James was the first to find his voice again.£« It was Jessie's idea, Sir. We didn't know her plan would fail. We trusted her. Please, don't be to harsh on her,» Jessie flashed her eyes at James. Rage and bitter disappointment boiled in her. James had betrayed her to save his own butt. «Jessie, if you weren't Miyamoto's daughter, I'd have stashed the Zubats on you, but I want mercy. You and your partners are suspended for the next three months!» The call was interrupted. James smiled at Jessie. «We got off cheaply, right?» he wanted to high-five her, but she pierced him with the most hateful look she could give him. «Screw you, James!» With tears in her eyes, Jessie ran away. Something else happened that night. Although they had once again driven Team Rocket into flight, Misty could not find a restful sleep. Again and again she was haunted by curious dream pictures. Blurred figures, hearty laughter, warm embraces and the star pendant Jessie wore was dangling before her eyes. She rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Misty was restless. A familiar figure appeared, smiling at her. She was wearing the notorious necklace. «Good luck, my little girl. One day you'll be a famous water-Pokémon trainer» never had Misty felt so safe and secure in somebody's arms. Suddenly she realized who the star pendant belonged to. «MOM!» To be continued...

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– due process. pt 10

this was a long time coming! i got really stuck while writing and then i was traveling and then moving apartments TT my apologies for the delay but we are certainly nearing the end! i decided to split my ideas for the end of this story into a few parts as not to overload you guys and also to make sure the components of the story, the case and y/n’s relationship with matt didn’t get lost in the shuffle. this part focuses mostly on the case, which is coming to a thrilling conclusion soon! pls enjoy and as always, leave me some love, i live for your feedback!

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“I feel like a sheep in a bar full of wolves,” you said, taking in the rest of the room. Sure, no one was about to jump you in this bar filled with prosecutors, but you certainly noticed the handful of dirty looks you got. “On the contrary,” the woman sitting beside you said, “You’re like a wolf among peaceful sheep.” “Oh,” you said, eyebrow raised, “So prosecutors are all sheep?” Your companion laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to a slimy defense attorney to twist my words.” You returned her jab with a smile, looking down at the drink you were nursing. The prosecutor on your case, on Ben’s case, had been surprised when you had simply stated a time and this bar, but sure enough, she had taken the seat beside you at the bar when she came in. Her name was Natalie Ross and she had been a thorn in your side since your case taking on the defense of a filthy rich client that had been sued for something they probably had done, but Ms. Ross had lost her criminal case against the client and was helping the opposite side in their civil case. It was a case you had lost, one that cemented the ADA as someone who was not just a good lawyer, but the kind of person Matt would probably bow to. She seemed to have such a clear sense of right and wrong, you were almost jealous.

“Second degree,” she said after a minute. You shook your head, laughing as you sipped at your cocktail. “You can’t prove intent is not the compromise you need to be making here,” you started, turning to face her, finding her offer quite laughable, “You can’t even prove he did it.” She rolled her eyes back at you, moving to face you as you did her, “I can’t prove whether he went there intending to kill her, but the jury sure as hell isn’t completely sure your boy is innocent.” You scoffed, the liquid courage you had consumed pushing you to laugh at one of the most respected ADA’s in the district, “All I need is one juror to believe that he’s innocent and that’s a hung jury. That’s a mistrial.” She smiled at you in return, sipping at her martini as the feeling of dread began simmering in your stomach.

“Y/N,” she said, her white teeth shining as she smiled, “You don’t think that I’d retry it if it ended up a mistrial?” You sighed, turned back to take a gulp of your drink. “You would,” you agreed under your breath. “Damn right,” Natalie said, “I’m that bitch.” “That bitch indeed,” you said, giving her a little smile. “How do you do it?” you asked, looking at her perfectly sleek ponytail to her well styled but still oh so professional looking outfit, “You’re like Wonder Woman.” “I am,” she agreed, batting her eyelashes in mock bashfulness, which had you laughing. As you settled, she turned to you, sighing. You sat up, wondering what it could possibly be that had the put together woman beside you looking nervous. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she started, her voice low despite there being no one apparently listening into your conversation, “Like seriously, you, of all peo-” “I get it,” you cut in with a roll of your eyes, “Defense attorneys suck.” “Yes,” she agreed, to which you groaned. She sighed, giving you a Look before rolling her shoulders back as if letting tension roll off of her. “I’m leaving,” she said, looking at you with anticipation. “Leaving what?” you asked, bringing your glass up to your mouth to finish off your drink before gesturing to the bartender for another one. He gave you a look like you had kicked a puppy as if you had defense attorney written across your forehead, but gave you another round regardless. “The DA’s office,” Natalie continued, her voice even more hushed than before. “Where are you going to go?” you asked, surprised at what her news had been. You weren’t kidding when you equated Natalie Ross to Wonder Woman, she was the closest thing to the superhero. “I am joining the dark side,” she said and all you could do for a minute was stare at her face, dumbfounded.

“You’re going to a firm?” you asked, and apparently it was a bit too loud for Ms. Ross because if looks could kill, you’d already be in a body bag. “Keep it down,” she shushed, glancing around the two of you to make sure no one had heard before turning back to you. “Malcolm Randall is starting his own firm,” she said, much to your surprise. “What?” you cried, your brow creasing in confusion. Natalie’s expression went from serious to a look of realization as she looked at you, “That’s right, you used to work for him.” You nodded furiously, your hand moving to turn off the vibration of your phone in your pocket, eager to know more. She nodded gravely, fingers circling around the rim of her almost empty glass, “He’s… not happy with the way that partner of his, Weston?” “Wesley,” you supplied. “Right, Wesley, Randall isn’t happy with him and he came to me, real hush about it, and I decided that I’ll do it, I’ll take the leap,” she said, her eyes looking across your face for a hint of how you felt. You nodded, realizing she must have felt how you did when you left your firm.

To take a leap like that, to stare into the chasm before you, not knowing what you’d face at the other side, it was a thrill but it was also a dread like no other. Staring at the woman before you, knowing that you did it and you still managed to land on your feet, you had no doubt that she’d be able to do the same. “You’ll be happy working with him,” you assured, to which Natalie nodded in affirmation. “However, you won’t be happy with the outcome of this case,” you added, finishing off your drink. Natalie chuckled, shaking her head at your cheeky comment.

“Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched, kid,” she replied, raising her brow at you. She gave you a vague sort of smile and waved the bartender over, paying for both your drinks. “You can buy once you lose the case,” she said when you protested. You laughed as both of you walked out of the bar and into the cool air of the night. “Guess you’ll have to wait a while for that drink,” you said as you turned to part ways, Natalie flagging down a cab. “We’ll see,” she called out to you with another cryptic smile as the cab drove off.

It was a day that seemed like any other in the morning as you went through your ritual, but by mid-morning, you were standing in court, facing Andrew Bennett, the young man you had been defending not too long ago. You hadn’t missed that smug smile, that expensive suit, and those designer glasses that you knew he put on just to make himself more likable to a jury of people he would ordinarily treat like trash but now he had to pander his image to them. Yet, he sat in the witness box, looking like he was just one of you. You knew better, you knew that he thought he was better. But you also knew that he wasn’t actually so, he just happened to come from a family whose pockets ran deep. But not deep enough, you decided.

“Mr. Bennett,” you began, hoping that the jury wouldn’t see past the farce that Andrew had set up for the sake of your case, and for Ben’s sake, “you’re a good friend of the defendant, Ben Harris, aren’t you?” Andrew nodded without cracking a smile, which unnerved you a bit. “We go to school together, yes,” he replied coolly, to which you narrowed your eyes a bit. “Just a few months ago, the two of you were fighting against allegations of sexual assault, but you just go to school together?” you pressed. Andrew shifted in his seat a little, looking visibly uncomfortable with your tone, to which you internally began feeling anxious. He never had a problem lying to save his own skin, but here he couldn’t even admit to being pals with the guy when it was the truth?

“Like I said, we go to school together, and we happened to be at the same party, and we happened to get caught up in the same mess,” he said, somehow genuinely looking the slightest bit distraught and you came to a realization. A Bennett will shed their skin like a snake when it comes to saving themselves. The aftermath of the Amanda Taylor case was an era of supposed reformation for party boy Andrew Bennett, and this was the first act, separating himself from any trace of the only part of the triangle left of the thing he was calling a “mess,” and that was Ben. You couldn’t believe him. “And you happened to be at the same bodega, in line, in front of my client the night Amanda Taylor was murdered?” you said, folding your arms across your chest as you shot back a response to Andrew’s denial. He narrowed his eyes back at you, just for a second before catching himself. “So?” Andrew said flatly. You shook your head, knowing the jury couldn’t possibly believe the bullshit he was pulling. “Mr. Bennett, we have an eyewitness, the man at the bodega counter, who says he saw you...” you started, but suddenly you felt yourself struggling to force the line of thought you had laid out for questioning Andrew. You felt like you had him there when you heard the prosecutor’s voice behind you, “Objection Your Honor, the defense is floundering whilst questioning her own witness.” You turned to glare at Ross, sure she fought hard, but she wasn’t the type to cut into your line of questioning just because you needed a second to get your footing right. “Not cause for an objection, Ms. Ross,” the judge replied before turning to you to cast a look of warning, “But she has a point, get to the point, any point, Ms. Y/L/N.” You nodded, turning back to Andrew as the wheels in your head spun at lightning speed.

“Your Honor, could we have the testimony of the bodega owner read back, back from his identification of Mr. Bennett,” you asked, pleading with your eyes for a bit of space to push your argument. He nodded, gesturing towards the typist, who cleared her throat before reading aloud.

Mr. Khan: He paid with a $50 bill. I was so surprised because no one in that neighborhood comes in with money like that, especially not a bill as clean as that.

Ms. Y/L/N: How did you know it was Andrew Bennett specifically?

Mr. Khan: I wanted to make sure the guy wasn’t handing me a fake bill, you know? And he was real agitated about it, like he wanted to get out of there quick. I mean, his face was all over the news. I knew it was that rich kid so I figured the bill was real. All he bought was a bottle of the fancy water no one else buys, and he was really particular about his change, he passed back a bill that was kind of bent in one corner and said he wanted a clean one. Rich people, right?

Ms. Y/L/N: What about the young man behind him, Ben Harris as you’ve identified? Mr. Khan: He was a lot nicer, apologized for his friend being mean. Well, I’m not sure how friendly they were since the rich kid kind of shoulder checked the other one when walking back, but kids these days ar-

Ms. Y/L/N: Mr. Khan, are you sure the two seemed to know each other?

Mr. Khan: Yes, the rich kid spoke to him, and trust me, in that neighborhood, if words are exchanged, it usually isn’t friendly, but they didn’t fight or anything. He just kind of mumbled something when he passed him. The only reason I remember is because I was excited about that crisp 50 and kept it on the bottom of the cash drawer.

You turned back to Andrew with a pointed look, mentally taking a step back before approaching your line of questioning, “Now Andrew, what did you say to Ben when you left the bodega?” Andrew shrugged before mumbling something. “Speak up, Mr. Bennett,” the judge said. “I said to get home safe,” Andrew said, and you figured he had to have been holding himself back from rolling his eyes. “And is that where you went after leaving the bodega?” “Yes,” Andrew answered, a little too quickly, “And I have a house full of staff and cameras that all saw me.” You took a breath in, taking a second to step back to look back at the galley. Your old boss, Richard Wesley, was there, probably as counsel for Bennett if needed, as was Ben’s mom, and then there was Matt. He sat with his back straight up against the bench, a sober expression on his face until you laid eyes on him. You knew he couldn’t see you, but seeing him there made you feel a little less hopeless. Before you turned back to face Andrew, your eye caught the prosecutor. She looked different now, more serious than she had looked when you two were sharing drinks and words, but that piercing gaze was trying to send you a message. She nodded the slightest bit, and even then you weren’t sure she was doing anything but something was telling you that this witness wasn’t going anywhere. You should have known that the lack of resistance in getting Andrew to the stand would just mean resistance from Andrew himself on the stand, but Natalie didn’t seem worried. Then again, she wasn’t defending a young man for alleged murder.

Yet, the words slipped out of your mouth. “No further questions, Your Honor,” you said as you went back to sit down. “He’s gonna hang me out to dry,” Ben whispered, and when you turned your head to say something reassuring, the look of terror in his eyes almost made you cry. “You’ll be okay,” you replied, turned back knowing that if you looked at Ben longer, you would make a fool out of yourself in the courtroom. “Mr. Bennett,” Natalie said, suddenly full of energy as she stood to question your witness, “As part of the investigation on Ms. Taylor’s murder, we confirmed with your… staff that you indeed came home that night, but I have to ask you, just to make sure, you know?” Andrew nodded, but all eyes were on the prosecutor at this point. She was good, she knew it, and they knew it. “Did you kill Amanda Taylor?” she asked, and the shock value of her direct question got what she wanted from the jury, eyes on Andrew in anticipation of his reply. “No,” he replied. You knew Richard Wesley was a good lawyer, and he probably told Andrew that one-word replies were best with a prosecutor like Ross. You can’t get caught in a web of your lies if you only say one word per sentence. “Right, of course. But what were you doing in that neighborhood at that time, it’s a little far from home for you, isn’t it?” she continued, her tone innocent enough. Andrew thought for a minute, glancing over at someone behind you, presumably Richard Wesley, before replying, “I went to see Ben, he called me about something before.” “And that would be…?” Ross pushed further, little by little. “Something about school,” Andrew replied, his voice lowering to a mumble.

“Of course,” Ross agreed, “you two boys had a lot to catch up with school wise, considering being caught up in the sexual assault case and everything, I’m sure.” “Objection, is there a question there?” you spoke up, to which Natalie chuckled a bit, knowing your objection was valid. The judge agreed, pushing her to get on track. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bennett, I know how valuable the court’s and your time is,” she said, her eyes scanning over Andrew, who seemed to feel more at ease with her than you would’ve recommended him to feel, knowing her. Then again, it wasn’t like Andrew was your client.

“So, let me get this straight, you met up with Benjamin Harris, Amanda Taylor’s alleged killer, in her own neighborhood, after the both of you allegedly sexually assaulted her?” she said, and while the connotation of her words hurt the image of your client as well, the magical “alleged” in front of those words cut any chance of you being able to object. “I didn’t do anything to her,” Andrew replied. “You mean you didn’t kill her?” Ross replied, having inched closer to him as she had been speaking. “No,” Andrew said, sighing out of exasperation. You felt his exhaustion from here, he was used to being able to act however he wanted and then being able to throw money at the consequences that followed, but here he had to maintain the facade. “God,” he mumbled visible beads of sweat on his forehead. “Your Honor, please advise the witness to speak up,” the prosecutor requested, to which the judge responded with a sigh, “When you are in my court, you will speak up, Mr. Bennett.” Andrew looked back up and you could sense the mask cracking, and you were sure from where Natalie was standing it looked pretty ugly.

“Again, Mr. Bennett, by “I didn’t do anything to her” you mean that you didn’t kill Amanda Taylor?” Ross spoke, her eyes scanning the jury, and even you could sense that Andrew had lost the bit of gain he had with them. A moment passed and then another and Andrew hadn’t replied, and the judge turned again to Andrew. “Answer the question, son,” he said, and while he had addressed Andrew with a term of endearment, there was nothing endearing about his tone and Andrew meanwhile looked like he was about to explode right there.

“Should I repeat the question?” Ross asked. With no response from Andrew, Ross took it upon herself to step a bit away from him, speaking as she walked backward, her voice slowly increasing in speed and volume as she spoke, “While you were in Amanda Taylor’s neighborhood, whom you were accused to assaulting at one time, at a bodega close to her home, seen on tape with the man sitting there, who was also accused of assaulting her and is now on trial for her murder, did you kill her?” The jury looked between Ross and Andrew, not sure where to keep their attention and at the time, you knew you should have objected her as this was far past badgering the witness but before you could, Andrew had practically shouted back at her, “I didn’t fucking kill her.” You stood up, telling yourself that while Andrew wasn’t a client and not someone you particularly cared for, the kid was not alright.

Yet, again, before you could, Ross pounced, her words direct and as sharp as a knife, “Did you rape her?” “Yes,” Andrew cried out, his hands grasping the wood in front of him so hard that his knuckles almost turned white, “But I didn’t fucking kill her.” The jury looked at each other and there was a moment of deafening silence before the galley burst into exclamations of shock, the judge banging his gavel and ordering to have the jury sent out.

Ben was beside himself, saying things to you, but all you could do was look at the prosecutor who stood amidst the commotion in the courtroom, and at that moment the conversation you had with her last night came to mind and the realization hit you; Natalie Ross was neither a wolf nor a sheep, she was a far mightier beast.

woo there it is! hope you liked it, hope you’re enjoying these twists and turns because they are for sure not done yet! xoxo mira

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