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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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The Search - Requested

Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Murder, Disappearance, Language

Summary: Andy is on the Ben Rifkin’s case who happened to be murdered. And the same day, Y/N doesn’t return home. After hours and hours of searching for her, Andy finds her in the elementary playground. And she wasn’t in good shape.

I’m sure there won’t be a part 2 cause it will go crazy in the next one and I feel like I’ll mess up the next part so this is just it.

Also things may not sound like the right information, it’s just to bring the story together.

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Andy had gotten a call from Duffy that there was a murder reported in Cold Spring Park. Andy had just started his morning and his case on the man with battery had already been done and he had to skip a meeting with Lynn.

Cold Spring Park was just by the Archer Middle School. And that’s where Y/N and Jacob were. The two would take the trail down. He hoped the two were okay in the school.

Andy parks his car on the side and steps out to see Pam waiting for him. He walks over, “What do we got?” He asked. Pam follows him towards the yellow caution tape, “Ben Rifkin, 14 years old, stabbed three times.”

Pam watches Andy come to a stop and she knew that look, “Shit,” She says. Andy sighs, “Jacob knows him. Anyway, keep going.”

Pam nods, “The scene was sort of spread out. We found a trail but it stopped midway. They’re taking blood tests on the body and the blood trail.”

“Could it be the suspects?” Andy asks, he looks over and indeed saw the trail of blood leading up to the trail, running off or running towards the boys body if it happened to be a struggle from Ben.

Pam shrugs, “We’ll see in a few hours. This woman here found the body. A neighbor even heard distress what sounded like a woman or a child. He didn’t seem to think it was something bad.”

Andy looks over, “Well that was a dick move. But a woman? Could be an adult murderer.”

“Could be.” They walked up to the body and could smell the blood and mud. Men in hazmat suits surrounded the body and took pictures. Andy would give his regards to the parents. Jacob and Y/N knew him, Y/N was actually good friends with Ben.

Her and Jacob had some disagreements but it wasn’t something. Andy feels his phone ring and he turns, “Will you give me a minute?” He asked. Pam nods and he turns away to answer the call.

“Jake? You okay?”

“Yeah. Our school’s on lockdown. Is everything okay?” Andy looks over to the body and turns away, “Yeah. I can’t talk about it right now, you’re safe. Have you heard from your sister?”

“She hasn’t texted me...”

“Okay. Well, I got to go. Just listen to what your teachers say, okay?”

“K...”

“Love you, buddy.”

“Love you too.”

Andy pulls his phone in his pocket and he sees one of the men slip something into a bag. He saw the shape of it, knowing it was a phone. He nods at it, “That’s a cell phone?” He asked.

Pam looks over her shoulder, “Yeah. Not sure if it belongs to the victim, we’ll take a look at it tomorrow.” Pam and Andy leave the scene. They haven’t found the backpack nor did they find anything tied to the case. Weapons. Only blood was gonna be tested. They were sure if the suspect had gotten blood on their clothes but it was a needle in a haystack.

They didn’t have much. He heard his phone ring and he saw it was Laurie’s ID caller. “Laurie?”

“I just heard about the murder on the news. You okay?” She asked. Andy looks down the road, seeing cars drive down as he stood out by the stairs in front of the courthouse. “Yeah. Did you get the kids?”

“I got Jacob and Derek, they’re upstairs. Jacob said Y/N was going to a friends house but she’s not answering her phone.” Andy looks up and breathes in, “Okay. I’ll try her cell. Just stay home, okay?”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Andy hangs up and pulls up Y/N’s number, pulling it up to his ear. The phone buzzes. Again. And again. And again. “Come on, Y/N.” He heard the phone click knowing she picked up.

“Y/N, it’s dad. Mom’s worried.”

“Andy?”

The man froze at the sudden voice of someone else. He immediately reacts, “Duff? How do you-?”

“This was the phone that was turned up at the scene. I was taking it in for evidence and you happened to call it.” Andy raises his head up and rushes over to his car. “I’m coming to the department. Something’s not right.”

Andy jumps in his car and speeds down the road. Andy pulls out the screen on his car and searches for Laurie’s number. He began to call her back. She immediately answered. “Andy? Did you talk to her?”

“Laurie... the phone that we turned up at the scene... it’s Y/N’s. I’m rushing over to the department.”

“Oh, my God. You think she did this?”

“No. I know she wouldn’t. Just keep Jacob home, I promise to call you back.” Andy hears her let out a huff, “Okay...” She says. Andy says bye and hangs up, quickly driving up to the station and doesn’t bother to lock his car as he rushed up the stairs.

He held up his badge to the police officer and she opened the door. He rushes up the stairs and immediately spots Duffy with the phone. “Hey,” She says, Andy takes the bag and looks at it.

“Have you been searching for her?” Andy asked.

“Well, we were just figuring out if she did it or not. They said a fingerprint was on the boy’s sweatshirt. They said the tests are here. Peterson was gonna bring them in a few.”

Andy shakes his head, “Just know... she didn’t do this. I know she wouldn’t do this.”

“You said Jacob and Y/N would walk down that trail, right?”

Andy shook his head, “Yes. But I’m not sure what the hell is going on. I have nothing and I...” Andy turns around and Duff raises her hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Easy.”

The two turn their heads to Peterson who walked up to them. “Andy, you’re here?” He asks, Andy quickly takes the papers. “What did they find?” Duffy asked. Andy began to read the papers, seeing the information.

“They found two different blood tests. One happens to be Y/N Barber’s including the Rifkin’s kid.” Andy looks up to him and his blood runs cold. “You saying my daughter was involved with the murder?”

Peterson shrugs, “We don’t have enough evidence to say she did it or not. This really turns a lot of heads though.”

“Can we send out patrols?” Andy asks, the two don’t reply and Andy turns to Duffy. “Duff, please.” Pam looks over to him and finally nods. “We’ll look around the park.” Andy nods at her and she gathers a few men and they began to head into police cars.

Andy was the first to leave the department.

He called Laurie and told her almost everything. She told him that Jacob had taken the road way instead of the trail. Y/N usually liked taking the trail cause it was quicker. Jacob and Y/N always had their disagreements a lot.

Especially as kids.

The fights they would have. Jacob was more of the damage. Laurie knew it but Andy didn’t. He thought they were just acting like siblings and they are the same age so they fight for the same things.

One thinks the other is spoiled but in reality they both are. Maybe Y/N found Ben Rifkin’s body and she fell, cutting a hand on the ground. No. Andy saw a lot of it. It had been hours since this happened. He reached for his beard in distress, knowing Y/N could be lying on the ground.

Dead.

One police cab had been following him while the rest had been going around the park and Andy’s neighborhood. An hour had passed looking for her. Andy had his windows rolled down for a sudden sound or thing. He then stopped. The elementary school. Their school had ended but he knew it was somewhere she’d be.

Especially the blood trail she left it leading up to this school. The cop was confused as Andy jumped out and rushed onto the campus. “Y/N!” Andy calls, he looks through the playground and looks by the swings.

Nothing.

He tries the bushes by the school. Nothing. He checks by the bigger play structure and sees a huge slide with large obstacles. The slide was a large tube and he walks over, looking up at the top, “Y/N?” He calls. No one responds.

Looking out to the field, he couldn’t see her. Sighing, he began to walk back till a dark color caught his attention. On the edge of the slide. Was dark liquid. Blood. Andy leans over and sees someone laying in the slide, weak. “Y/N!”

He hears that she doesn’t respond and quickly waves at the officer. “Call the ambulance! I found her!” The officer nods and calls in his units to gather them all together again.

Andy leans in and holds his hand out. “Sweetheart, can you hear me? I need you to get out. It’s dad, baby. It’s me.” He gently grabs your ankles and tugs you down.

The shirt you wore was soaked in your blood. You surely lost a pint of blood. You were holding it. Andy slightly gasps. He reaches up to her cheek, seeing the fear in her eyes. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. Stay with me, sweetheart. I know, I know it hurts.”

Dry tears being layered with fresher ones, he tried to keep her calm. Till the ambulance arrived.

Y/N was rushed to the hospital and Andy had called Laurie. Andy would’ve lied if he said she didn’t cry. Of course, Andy would have a talk with Jacob. Why he would leave her on her own. But what he still didn’t know if she did it. If Ben Rifkin was the one to kill her, she turned against him and killed him instead.

Or was she planning on killing him and he took it against her. He bled out and she fled. Andy couldn’t find the answers. If that fingerprint matches with Y/N’s, then they’ll have to assume.

But they don’t know the true story. The fear in her eyes, he knew she wouldn’t have done it.

He jumped out of his car once he parked. Rushing up to the front desk, he blurts out his daughter’s name and the woman lets him go through. There was a waiting room because she had reported that Y/N was in surgery. They needed to transfer a lot of blood and stitch her up.

They said she was stabbed once. Missing the lethal parts of her body. Laurie couldn’t leave the house due to Derek being there and she didn’t trust leaving the kids alone, not even bringing in Derek into seeing their daughter in a hospital.

She did tell Jacob. His answer was off but she didn’t mind it. Andy heard about it and he confirmed he will be talking to Jake about this. It wasn’t okay. Y/N could die in this very moment.

Andy would still love him but knowing that he left Y/N and she almost died. Andy sat in the hospital for the next hour.

It was around 7 pm now.

Andy had been waiting for 2 hours. And Laurie hadn’t called since. Being worried she didn’t want to know the updates. She’d want to hear it in person. “Are you Andrew Barber?” A man spoke, Andy looks up and the man in the white coat grinned softly.

Andy stood up, “Is she okay?”

“We were lucky to put some blood back. Losing a pint and for her age it would’ve been fatal for her. When you found her, she’s lucky to be alive. We even caught a small concussion to the head but I’m sure that will settle in a few days.”

Andy drops the tension in his shoulders and sighed, “Is it okay if I see her?” The doctor nods, “Of course.” Andy followed the doctor after he grabbed his coat. Andy entered the room and saw Y/N on the bed. The white sheet pulled over her body. Bandages were on her forehead, small cuts and bruises.

Andy thanks the doctor and the man left him in the room.

He takes the chairs and pulls it up to the side of the bed. He noticed her eyes slowly open and he gently takes her hand in his, “Hey, sweetheart...” He whispers softly. Y/N slowly looks at him and inhaled sharply, “Dad...”

He kisses her hand and grins, “I’m here.”

“Jake...” She mutters, Andy sadly grins, “Your brother and mom are at home. They’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N looks to him and he saw the shook of your head. “What it is?” He asked. “He... did it.” Andy furrows his brows together in confusion. “Did Ben Rifkin do this to you?”

She again shook her head, “No... it was him...”

“Who?” Andy asked. Y/N looks over to him. She says his name in a low whisper.

“Jacob...”

~~~

No part two cause I don’t know if I can handle it.

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Three [PT. 1]

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NIKKI

1987

I throw another drink back not long after yelling obscurities at Viv as she stomped out of VIP to leave and go home, between more lines of blow, a trip to the bathroom to get a fix and some drinks, we decide to take the party to Steven's new place.

"You guys just can't be too loud, though, got it?" He says as sternly as he can as we get inside and he fumbles for his key.

"Alright, alright, alright," I mumble, stepping inside, grabbing his bottle of Jack off the counter before getting comfortable on the floor by the window.

We all talk--as best we can--for a little while, Steven and the boys making some calls to get some dealers here, and the only thing on my mind is getting a potent fix, until I hear something...very faint, very familiar...very, very, familiar...I furrow my brows to focus more, ignoring the guys' laughter and voices, my eyes training on the wall opposite of me.

My subconscious puts it together before my conscious does, like smelling a blanket from a childhood home and immediately being taken back before your brain can quite grasp the feeling.

Multiple memories shrouding that sound of Vivian that only she can really pull off.

It doesn't take rocket science equation solving skills to put together why I'm currently hearing her soft, pretty moans carry on next door.

I'm pretty sure more members of Guns, aside from Steven, are staying here right now.

Apparently Stevie hears it not long after and slips into the next suite, where the sound is coming from, that's connected to his suite.

I don't hear it anymore after he gets back in here.

"Dealer's coming or what?" I ask Steven, my high starting to get blowed from the fact that my wife is next door on her back for someone who isn't me.

I'd be jealous if I weren't numb to it by now.

"They're all tied up, man." Steven tells me and I groan, thinking for a second.

An idea comes to mind that makes me want to bang my head against the wall, but I'm desperate and left with no option at this point.

"I know a guy," I mumble, dragging myself up to the phone in the little kitchen area, reluctantly dialing a number I never wanted to dial again.

It rings once...twice...three times…

"Hello?" He answers and I roll my eyes.

"'Sup man, it's Nikki." I reply, trying to put on my best "friendly" voice, even though it's making my blood boil that the bastard I could see myself killing is ultimately the one that's gonna be able to save the day.

"Hey, dude." He replies.

"Me and a few buddies of mine are out here at the Franklin Plaza Suites and need a few things." I rub the back of my neck.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

It's quiet, and he reluctantly breathes out.

"I'll see what I can do." I can hear the satisfaction in his voice that I'm having to call him.

Within the next forty minutes there's more people here than I'm comfortable with, groupies, and hangerson, and other drug adoring morons, and then my saving grace comes through the door once Steven lets him in.

Slash is already slipping into a Jack induced stupor. Sally came in a few minutes ago screaming at all of us guys for leaving her at the Cat House.

We didn't even realize we'd forgotten her.

She's in the bathroom, probably keeping herself in there to keep from starting an argument with Slash in front of everyone.

Robbin's on the phone with Laurie.

Apparently it's just in men's nature to get fucked up, call our wives, and profess our undying love for them despite the fact we cheat on them nearly every time we hangout with our friends.

I wonder what would happen if I went in there on her and Duff right now.

What would she say?

Probably nothing.

She'd just look at the floor and try not to cry, probably.

What would I do?

I know that I know what's going on between them, but if I actually walked in and saw them together, caught in the act…

I'd either be a pussy and cry over it, or kill them both--him first and make her watch, and then just slowly torture her or something. God, I'm fucked up. Even though I'm pretty sure being married to me is torture enough to her.

I know it's torture to me, too.

"Here dude," Sparkie hands me a syringe and a spoon, and I look at him, too out of focus to concentrate on getting it right.

"Fix me." I say to him and he scoffs.

"Okay, dude." He starts getting it ready and I look at that wall again. Staring at it, taking a sip of my drink.

Fucking Vivian.

Of course. Her. Of all the women I've hooked up with and dated in my life, she--the most harmless, at least in my dumbfuck mind when I first met her--is the one to screw me over like this.

And I've let her.

If I did what Vince does to Sharise and have that whole, "no hanging out with your boy friends without me" rule, this wouldn't even be an issue.

That's the problem. Somewhere along the way I loosened her leash a little too much and now she's chewed her way through it entirely.

"You look like you're in hell, you know," Sparkie tells me, fixing the tourniquet around my arm… "But that's okay, you're about to be in heaven in just a few seconds." He assures me.

I know he's right. I just need to hang on to that.

In just a few seconds, I'll be--

I hear Vivian, again, and I reach around my neck and grab onto her cross I've been wearing for weeks, now, squeezing it at the sting of the needle going into my skin.

I feel him shoot me up, my mind waiting to chase and catch the high that I just know is about to come.

My fingers slip from the crucifix, and I feel myself fall back before a weightless feeling washes over me.

Present

I keep rereading the damn paper, repeatedly, trying my hardest not to throw a fit...

Nikki Sixx and his wife, Vivian, recently confirmed that she is indeed pregnant issuing a simple and straightforward,"Yes, it's true," statement earlier this week through Nikki's manager, and--as speculated--her pregnancy is not with Nikki. Many fans and some friends of the couple are blown out of the water by this sudden turn of events, others who are familiar with the rockstar and his band but never really paid much attention to his personal relationships, are now curious as to who exactly Vivian Sixx is. Well, in an open letter, rumored to be intended for print in Rolling Stone, a few anonymous former roadies of Mötley Crüe--who partook on their Girls, Girls, Girls, tour in 1987--are here to introduce who they saw behind the scenes of flashing cameras and public sweet moments with husband Nikki.

"This is a letter to Mötley Crüe fans, we're a mere handful of people out of the many who witnessed monstrosities behind the scenes while on tour with the Crüe since Summer of 1987, none of which were caused by the band or any members, themselves, but one woman in particular. We had no reason to really bring any of this up, but in light of recent news, we are disheartened and angered of the betrayal against one of the four men who gave us an opportunity to live several months in our lives that will forever impact us in the best way known, and provide heartwarming memories by the dozen. This is not an attack on Nikki Sixx, especially given his past struggles with opioid addiction, alcoholism, as well as his abusive wife. The first time we met Vivian, she was polite and friendly, but very assertive. It was obvious it would be her way or no way, and often times she and Nikki would go back and forth with who was running things. It was obvious Nikki was unwell at times, whether it'd be hungover, sick from withdrawal or simply tired from a show the night before. Vivian would choose these times when he was at his most exhausted to pick fights with him. He'd tell her to go away or 'f**k off,' and she'd continue to verbally and mentally beat him down more than he clearly already was. When Rolling Stone came to interview the band shortly after the wild rumor Vanity started publicly, we were told Vivian had tried to physically attack the reporter working on the story, simply because he made the comment that Pepsi wasn't good for her. Small things like that would often set her off, leaving security, managers, and band members to try to dodge fists while pulling her off of her unsuspecting victim, who was typically Nikki. Many times we'd hear them arguing in the hotel rooms, dressing rooms, bathrooms, tour bus, etc., usually followed by sounds of what we can only describe as 'pitchy, hungry, pornstar moans' on her part--clearly using her body to get back in his good graces after wearing him down. After their fights, Nikki would always have a bottle of alcohol on hand, some kind of drug, and would keep to himself. Our comradery with him soon began to dwindle with each month because it was obvious she was beginning to suck the life out of him. He was more introverted overtime, and higher more often than he was at the beginning of the tour. It really got bad when Guns N' Roses came on tour for a month, because Vivian's attacks on him and the other members of Mötley Crüe, began to pop off as randomly and explosively as fireworks. We'd witness some foul exchange (brought on by Vivian) between her and Nikki backstage, either verbal or physical, nearly every night. People can talk down on the Crüe for being bad boys, but they've shown everybody that's helped them on tour, gratitude. All the wives and girlfriends that would come on that we'd offer food and drinks to would always express gratitude with a smile and a warm heart, but Vivian would always stay silent and cold towards us. She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her. We aren't surprised that she's pregnant, she probably video taped herself conceiving the damn thing and sent it to Nikki. We hope she did so it can be practice for her inevitable low-budget porn career when she runs out of rockstars to f**k and kill, as we've mentioned, she already sounds like one in the throws of passion. Anyway, Nikki, we're hoping you decide to kick her aside and start fresh. Duff, get a paternity test, dude. Crüe fans, don't let that red-headed bitch fool you."

"Who the hell is Page Six to give these bastards a platform in the first place, Doc?!" I snap.

"Nikki, I am handling it, I'm on it--"

"--You tell the L.A. Times and Rolling fucking Stone if they take this shit and run with it, too, I'm personally coming to their offices and fucking them up. Not the publications themselves, but the people trying to put this out there in print, individually." I hiss.

"Nikki, just--"

"--And who the hell--what roadies did this?!"

"I don't know, Nikki, but I'm trying my hardest to get it cleaned up." He assures me.

"'She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her'?!" I read that snippet, just so he can be reminded how fucked this is, trying my hardest not to start pitching a fucking fit.

"Fucking AJaxx isn't even cleaning this up! Press mongrels are gonna be humping these bastards legs for giving them sales for the next nine months!" I outburst.

"Sixx, don't worry about it, alright? It won't go past this shitty Page Six story, okay?"

"It's fucking horse shit." I ignore him, trying to keep my cool. "Fuck." I kick at the leg of the table, running a hand through my hair.

"I guess one decently positive thing is that Viv doesn't know about this," he says next and I shake my head a little, feeling a migraine starting to come on, strong.

I was tempted then to check myself out of rehab and 'handle' it myself, but decided it wouldn't be worth it. I hoped it would go away and it would all blow over eventually.

"Vivian, don't listen to any of it, alright? Me and you and everyone on that tour know damn well it wasn't just you being a bitch and us being the innocent victims." I say through the phone as Viv tries to calm down, her breathing shaky and ragged from crying so much.

"I know that but the fans and other people don't know that." She says to me, her voice quiet and tired. "I'm so embarrassed, Nikki." She adds. "I'm already embarrassed that everybody knows I cheated on you but now this whole thing…" she trails off and I feel guilt tug at my heart.

I don't know what the fuck to say.

I'm used to criticism from the press, but none of them have tore into me or any of the guys--except Vince after the Razzle accident--so personally and extensively as they're tearing at her.

Calling me a devil worshipper and saying my music is shitty gets annoying and frustrating and even infuriating at times, but attacking my wife and calling her a low budget porn star and telling me to kick her aside?

Fuck that.

"I'm sorry, Viv. I really am." I assure her, honestly, closing my eyes when I hear her stifle a little sob out. "Where are you at right now?" I ask.

"Duff wanted me to meet his family." She tells me. "I'll be back Saturday."

I'm relieved she actually has a reason for not being here, but I'm also hurt that she didn't give me a heads up. But I don't want to talk about it right now. I think she's been punished enough today.

"Okay...you didn't show yesterday and I was just worried." I admit.

"I know, it was just a spur of the moment thing. He asked me last week and I didn't think it'd be an issue."

"Oh."

I glance around and let out a breath.

"I, um, I'm gonna go. I got a group thing with the guys at 3:00." I tell her.

"Okay."

"Are you gonna be okay or do I need to break out and kick someone's ass?" I ask her, half-joking, and she laughs, making me smile.

"I'll be okay." She tells me.

"I'll see you next week, Sixx."

I can practically hear the smile in her voice when she says, "see you next week."

We hang up and I rub my lips together, taking a few deep breaths before heading to where me and the guys meet with Amber three times a week now.

Tommy and Vince are waiting for me, and I plop down beside them, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands running over my face…

"Psst," Tommy nudges me and I look at him as Vince gets up to grab a cup of coffee.

"What?" I ask him, and he puts his finger over his mouth.

"You seen the shit they're on Vivian for?" He whispers and I furrow my brows, looking around.

"The room is empty except us, dude, why are you--"

"--Shh," he says.

"Why are you whispering?" I finish my sentence.

"Because they probably have this motherfucker bugged out the ass." He replies, glancing around again. "I'm thinking of breaking outta here, man." He whispers very, very quietly.

"You do know we're not being held here by legal obligation, right? They won't chase us down and have the cops on us if we just check ourselves out." I point out and he furrows his brows a little.

"Oh."

"Why do you wanna 'break out'?" I ask.

"I miss Heather and my dogs and I wanna be able to be there Viv, dude. She fucking needs us right now and we're, like, over an hour away--disconnected from shit. I mean we wouldn't even know what the fuck was going on in the world if Doc wasn't keeping us in the loop, ya know?"

I think about it for a second.

"We're over a month into our three month stay, dude." I state. "We can't just throw in the towel, now."

"I don't mean ditch it and stay gone. I just mean check out for a few days, go back home, see what all is going on and come back." He shrugs.

It seems oddly appealing.

Way too appealing, actually.

"I don't know, Tommy…" I rub the back of my neck.

"I already talked to Vince about it and he's down."

"Of course he is."

"And we wouldn't be doing it tomorrow or anything. I'm thinking next week."

"Does Doc know?" I ask.

"Fuck Doc." He scoffs.

"Agreed." I nod, chuckling.

"So, you in or not, man?"

"Just for a few days?"

"Just for a few days."

"Then we're all coming back in?"

"Like we never left to begin with."

"No drugs, no parties, not even alcohol."

"Just spending time with our families and then back to the grindstone." He states.

"...I'm in."

...You know when you're on a shitty diet, eating boring, tasteless, "healthy" food, and then decide you've been stuck to your diet long enough that you can have one slice of cake because you're disciplined enough to control yourself? And now, two years later, you're still telling yourself you'll get back on your diet because after that slice of cake you just said, "fuck it," and never thought about forcing yourself to eat lettuce again? Let's just say leaving rehab prematurely works the same damn way.

#gateway drug #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction

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songbirds-sweet · 4 years ago

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What is your favorite book to read? - Dean 😁

I HAVE SO MANY BOOKS DEAN! But if we're talking about Classics: Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery (all 8 books!)

A Wrinkle in Time series by Madeline L'Engle

The Great Gaspey by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

(I am going to start the Bronte Sisters and Jane Austin books soon so I'll update the classics list soon!)

Favourite horror book is Carrie by Steven King

Books by Musicians: It's So Easy (and Other Lies) by Duff McKagan, The Dirt by Mötley Crüe, and Nothin' But A Good Time by Tom Beaujour and Richard Bienstock (Give me another month or two to answer that again cause Dave Grohl's book is what I'm gonna talk about a lot once I get it 😂)

I also read a TON of YA books (especially fantasy) SO here are some of my favourite series:

Half-Blood Chronicles by Rick Riordan

Staking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco

Shadowhunters by Cassandra Clare

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

The Grishaverse books by Leigh Bardugo

Throne of Glass and A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas (I haven't read Crescent City yet)

ALSO one author's books I love is Angie Thomas who wrote The Hate U Give

Some books on Witchcraft AND series I read based on witches

All of the witchcraft books by Arin Murphy-Hiscock (I own a lot more spell books and other topics like crystals, astrology, and auras but I don't want to bore everyone 😂)

Kingdom of the Wicked by Kerri Maniscalco

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

The Black Witch Chronicles by Laurie Forest

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Book Society presents its September reading event! The members have chosen Back to School as the theme and The Henna Wars by Adiba Jaigirdar as the optional book of the month. For this event, we will be venturing into academic surroundings as we read books set in schools of all kinds. Whether you choose to solve a dark murder mystery, learn some magic, or follow a love story in the book of your choice, we invite you on this journey. This event is open to everyone, not just our members.

✧ how to participate:

optional: reblog this post; check out our network and members

read (or reread) either The Henna Wars (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 400 pages) or a book of your choice that fits this month’s theme

share what book you’ve chosen, thoughts, reactions, and/or creations

use the tag #booksociety in your posts, and include “@booksociety’s Back to School Event: [insert book title here]” in the description of your creations

the event starts on 1 September and ends on 30 September

✧ reading recommendations (under the cut):

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder #1) by Holly Jackson (young adult, contemporary, thriller; 433 pages)

A List of Cages by Robin Roe (young adult, contemporary, mental health; 310 pages; trigger warning: abuse)

A Little Something Different by Sandy Hall (young adult, contemporary, romance; 272 pages)

A Study in Charlotte (Charlotte Holmes #1) by Brittany Cavallaro (young adult, retelling, contemporary; 321 pages)

Again, but Better by Christine Riccio (young adult, contemporary, romance; 373 pages)

Akata Witch (Akata Witch #1) by Nnedi Okorafor (middle grade, fantasy; 349 pages)

Autoboyography by Christina Lauren (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 410 pages)

Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver (young adult, contemporary; 470 pages)

Bloodlines (Bloodlines #1) by Richelle Mead (young adult, fantasy, paranormal, romance; 421 pages)

Carry On (Simon Snow #1) by Rainbow Rowell (young adult, fantasy, romance, lgbt+; 522 pages)

Educated by Tara Westover (adult, autobiography; 334 pages)

Emergency Contact by Mary H.K. Choi (young adult, contemporary, romance; 394 pages)

Every Heart a Doorway (Wayward Children #1) by Seanan McGuire (young adult, fantasy, mystery; 173 pages)

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (young adult, contemporary, romance; 438 pages)

Girls With Sharp Sticks (Girls With Sharp Sticks #1) by Suzanne Young (young adult, scifi, dystopia; 400 pages)

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter #1) by J.K. Rowling (middle grade, fantasy; 309 pages)

Heartstopper: Volume One (Heartstopper #1) by Alice Oseman (young adult, contemporary, romance, graphic novel; 278 pages)

Her Royal Highness (Royals #2) by Rachel Hawkins (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 274 pages)

Heretics Anonymous by Katie Henry (young adult, contemporary; 329 pages)

Hex Hall (Hex Hall #1) by Rachel Hawkins (young adult, fantasy, paranormal; 232 pages)

I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 329 pages)

If We Were Us by K.L. Walther (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 368 pages)

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (adult, contemporary, thriller; 368 pages)

Loveboat, Taipei by Abigail Hing Wen (young adult, contemporary, romance; 432 pages)

Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey (adult, fantasy, mystery; 336 pages)

Marked (House of Night #1) by P.C. Cast & Kristen Cast (young adult, fantasy, paranormal; 306 pages)

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu (young adult, contemporary; 330 pages)

My Hero Academia, Vol. 1 (My Hero Academia #1) by Kohei Horikoshi (young adult, superheroes, manga; 192 pages)

Nevernight (The Nevernight Chronicle #1) by Jay Kristoff (adult, fantasy; 429 pages)

Ninth House (Alex Stern #1) by Leigh Bardugo (adult, fantasy, contemporary, dark academia; 459 pages)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (adult, contemporary, romance; 266 pages)

Of Curses and Kisses (St Rosetta’s Academy #1) by Sandhya Menon (young adult, fantasy, romance; 384 pages)

One of Us Is Lying (One of Us Is Lying #1) by Karen M. McManus (young adult, contemporary, thriller; 361 pages)

Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 288 pages)

Openly Straight (Openly Straight #1) by Bill Konigsberg (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 320 pages)

Parachutes by Kelly Yang (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 496 pages)

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman (young adult, contemporary, lgbt+; 416 pages)

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (Creekwood #1) by Becky Albertalli (young adult, contemporary, romance, lgbt+; 303 pages)

Stay Gold by Tobly McSmith (young adult, contemporary, romancce, lgbt+; 368 pages)

Tempests and Slaughter (The Numair Chronicles) by Tamora Pierce (young adult, fantasy; 465 pages)

The Black Witch (The Black Witch Chronicles #1) by Laurie Forest (young adult, fantasy; 601 pages)

The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High #1) by Kody Keplinger (young adult, contemporary, romance; 304 pages)

The Hate U Give (The Hate U Give #1) by Angie Thomas (young adult, contemporary; 444 pages; content warnings: racism, on-page character death)

The Chase (Briar U #1) by Elle Kennedy (new adult, contemporary, romance; 377 pages)

The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead (adult, historical; 213 pages)

The Novice (Summoner #1) by Taran Matharu (young adult, fantasy; 398 pages)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (young adult, contemporary, coming of age, mental health; 213 pages; trigger warnings: sexual assault, child sexual abuse, physical abuse, self-harm, suicide, eating disorder, drug and alcohol abuse)

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (poetry, young adult, contemporary; 368 pages)

The Poppy War (The Poppy War #1) by R.F. Kuang (adult, fantasy, 530 pages; content warnings: war, violence)

The Secret History by Donna Tart (adult, contemporary, dark academia; 559 pages)

The Year We Fell Down (The Ivy Years #1) by Sarina Bowen (new adult, contemporary, romance, sports; 274 pages)

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before #1) by Jenny Han (young adult, contemporary, romance; 355 pages)

Truly Devious (Truly Devious #1) by Maureen Johnson (young adult, contemporary, thriller; 416 pages)

Vampire Academy (Vampire Academy #1) by Richelle Mead (young adult, fantasy, paranormal, romance; 332 pages)

When Dimple Met Rishi (Dimple and Rishi #1) by Sandhya Menon (young adult, contemporary, romance; 380 pages)

Wilder Girls by Rory Power (young adult, horror, mystery, lgbt+; 357 pages)

With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo (young adult, contemporary, lgbt+; 400 pages)

You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson (young adult, contemporary, lgbt+; 328 pages)

#booksociety #september 2020 event #*event

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 8

A/N- Im sorry if this is bad! 😂

*Contains Defending Jacob spoilers*

When i finally got home later that day i ordered a pizza and decided to take a quick shower while i waited, knowing they usually take a good 45 minutes this time of night. Walking out of the bathroom 10 minutes later wrapped in a fluffy purple towel i passed the window in the hallway and spotted Andy sitting outside in his car. I walked to the bedroom and picked up my phone from the bedside cabinet and hit his number.

As it rang i walked over to the window and watched him staring at the phone in his hand for a few moments before answering.

"Hey" he finally answered.

"Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah of course! Why wouldnt it be?"

"Well the fact your sitting outside my house....."

"Shit, sorry! I wasn't being weird i swear! Its just.....i should just go" he sighed shaking his head.

"You wanna come in for a minute?"

"I dont wanna interupt...."

"Your not its fine, let me just come down real quick and open the door....wait for me in the kitchen" i told him making my way downstairs.

"....okay" he finally agreed, I ended the call and quickly unlocked the door pulling it open just a crack before running back upstairs to get dressed. I tossed my phone on the bed and grabbed my sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. After towel drying my hair real quick i tied it up out the way and made my way down to see Andy.

When i walked into the kitchen Andy looked up and smiled at me, he was sat at my small kitchen table, his coat and suit jacket discarded on the empty chair beside him.

"Im sorry to just show up like this Y/N" he said shaking his head.

"Its fine don't worry about it"

"I don't even know how i ended up here....."

"Another shitty day?"

"Yeah" he scoffed "the kids aint talking, none of them knew anything. Most of them where more interested in the fact that i was Jacob Barbers dad"

"So no leads?"

"No. But Duffy found out there's a guy who lives near the park, Leonard Patz. Done for Indecent AB on a minor"

"Why didnt you know about him before?"

"Duff said he only moved to Newton in the last year. Never registered. One of the ADA's in the child abuse unit flagged him"

"What exactly did Patz do to this kid?"

"Grabbed the kids package at the public library, got out on a personal"

"He groped a kid and got out on a personal?" I asked wide eyed at the idea of this man walking free around town.

"Apparently there was some question about the kids testimony. Duffy also said we gotta keep in mind the Rifkin kid had no signs of sexual assault"

"But its something for you to look into, right? If your getting nowhere with the kids at school it makes sense that Patz is the next point of call"

"I just, i have to be careful how i play this one.... i told Duffy i needed to sleep on it. My heads all over the place"

"You want a coffee? Or i have beer?"

"I'll take a beer please" he gave me a tired smile.

I grabbed a couple beers and we went to sit in the living room, he sat on the sofa and let his head fall back with a contented sigh as he closed his eyes.

"Thank you for this Y/N, i always feel like i can relax with you. Everyones always expecting things from me you know? But you.... you just let me be myself"

"And your not yourself at home?"

"Not at all, not for a long time anyway" he replied lifting his head to take a mouthful of his beer "Laurie and I were talking about divorce before all this happened"

"Oh...." i was genuinely surprised to hear that and didn't know how to react to this new information!

"Im okay about it though, is that bad?"

"No, people get divorced all the time Andy"

"I know. Its kinda scary though, i've been with Laurie since college.... i think we got too comfortable.... we lost that spark"

"And theres no getting it back?"

"Im pretty sure that boat has sailed" he chuckled to himself "i will aways love her don't get me wrong im just...."

"Not IN love with her?"

"Yeah" he nodded looking a little sad that his marriage hadn't worked out "You ever been in love?" Andy asked cocking his head to the side and watching me closely.

"Me?.... um, yeah once" i nodded as i picked at the label on my beer bottle "college boyfriend, he was everything to me.... kinda sad looking back at it"

"What happened?"

"I caught him in bed with my best friend"

"Shit"

"Yeah, i cut all contact with the both of them after that. You wanna know the kicker? ...their still together with their second kid on the way"

"Im sorry to hear that"

"It happens" i shrugged "i haven't been in a relationship since. Guess i have some trust issues"

"And you and Frank?...."

"Me and Frank, right" i shook my head getting up from the sofa "i need another beer before talking about Frank, you want another?"

"Sure".

I sat on the opposite end of the sofa facing Andy when i returned with fresh beers.

"So whats the deal with Frank?" He asked but averted his eyes while he mentioned the other man in my life.

"We spent some time together" i shrugged feeling like an idiot for thinking i could do the whole casual/non exclusive thing.

"And your not anymore?"

"At the moment i don't think so"

"What happened if you don't mind me asking?"

"I was supposed to be meeting his friends yesterday but i told him i had to reschedule. With everything going on i wasn't feeling it you know? This morning when i was getting coffee i saw him with some blonde....we want different things i guess. I mean you warned me what Frank was like right?.... i thought i could do the casual thing.... turns out i'm not a fan so much"

"The guys an idiot.....Im sorry" Andy said keeping his eyes down on his beer bottle casually raising his eyebrows.

"No your not" i laughed shaking my head at him, it was written all over his face that he was pleased to hear this news.

"Your right i'm not" he finally looked up at me "your too good for him".

"Andy..."

"Im serious. You're something else....." he took a deep breath putting his now empty beer bottle on the table then turned to face me "i have to tell you something.... its been eating away at me for a while now"

"What is it?" I asked him putting my beer down and giving him my full attention.

"I remember what happened in Vermont.... the things i said... the kiss"

I was not expecting that!

"Oh...."

"Im sorry, i just didn't want things to get weird between us. I didn't want to loose you"

"Andy.... i..."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that kiss in the elevator Y/N. I cant stop thinking about how much i still wanna kiss you every damn time i see you!"

"We can't...."

"We can! Its okay to want this" he reached across and took my hand rubbing circles on the back of my hand "tell me you don't want it too and i'll leave right now and we can forget this happened".

I sat there staring at him shaking my head "i cant tell you that...".

Before i knew it Andy was pulling me into his lap and kissing me breathless. His hands slipping under my t-shirt caressing my back. My heart was racing as we finally parted for air, i placed my hands on either side of his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks that were flushed as we tried to catch our breath.

The moment was interrupted by knocking at the door.

"Leave it" he mumbled leaning forward and kissing me again. I pushed him back and laughed before climbing off his lap "thats my takeout! Im not just gonna leave it, i'll be back in two seconds".

I grabbed my purse from the table and headed to the front, i opened the door with a smile.... a smile that fell when i saw Frank standing there instead of the delivery man!

"Frank....."

"Hey sweetheart".

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13 @matsumama @ex-bloodjunkie @kaithezaftig @rainbowkisses31

#sebastian stan #chris evans #reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #steve x reader #eb!frank x reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber #endings beginnings #defending jacob #rose coloured glasses

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hitchell-mope · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on the new Kim Possible movie

I guess I’d like to start with. Where are her dad and brothers. Unless of course that’s the plot. Thank Satan they didn’t get some Hollywood model for either Kim or Ron. Please please PLEASE don’t make it a meme saturated “current” mess like a lot of reboots on tv nowadays. But it IS Disney channel so I’m cautiously optimistic (which if you know me hardly ever happens). Though it probably isn’t I’d have liked it to be set when the show was released (ie circa 2002-2007). Kinda bummed that Dr D and Shego don’t have actual blue and green skin. But I do like the win effect they put on Drew. Another reason I’m beyond happy that Sadie is playing Kim is that hopefully it will put an end to the garish monstrosity that is k*go. Seriously. I hate it. Kimron and Drakgo all the way. I really hope that Nana Possible kicks some ass. Cause otherwise what’s the point. I do think it would’ve been brilliant if Jason Segel was cast as mr dr P though. But hey that’s just me. If they get a second one I nominate Hugh Laurie for Monkey Fist and Robert Carlyle for Duff Killigan. Please Disney. Give me this. Also. Dylan Playfair for Brick Flagg. Just putting it out there. And bring back Melissa McCarthy as DNAmy. Please

Will the mole rat be cgi?

(Sorry. Couldn’t resist)

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bookcub · 6 years ago

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Top 60 Influential and/or Best YA Novels post 2008

Written for a friend!!! A lovely challenge for me!!! Happy reading!!!

Edit: The reason Twilight isn’t on here is because my friend had already read it. But it possibly the most influential books, whether or not you liked it or liked the influence it had. Also, same could be argued for later Harry Potter books, although I still consider them children’s as I read them as a child.

A guide: favorite ~~~~least favorite~~~~-haven’t read

Cassandra Clare- So you have some options here. City of Bones was probably one of the most influential books but it’s part of a larger series. You can read it as a trilogy or a six part series or with the prequels (which are better). She has even more written, but my recommendation is, if you like the first one, to read City of Ashes and City of Glass and The Infernal Devices trilogy.

Suzanne Collins- The Hunger Games. You knew this would be on the list.

Veronica Roth- Divergent. You have to read it. The whole trilogy is meh overall but the first one is pretty good.

Sarah Dessen -Just Listen is apparently her most popular but has more triggering content and I preferred The Truth About Forever anyways.

Maggie Stiefvater- As much as I love The Wolves of Mercy Falls, in the past few years, people have become obsessed with The Raven Cycle, so I’d argue they are more influential. I think you’ll like this one a lot.

Marissa Meyer- She wrote futuristic retellings of fairy tales and Cinder is a must, and if you like it even a little bit, you should read the rest of the series. It’s one of the few series where each book is better than the previous.

John Green- I hate putting him this high on this list cause I’ve never been a big fan BUT you can get away with not reading The Fault in Our Stars. Every hardcore fan of his I’ve talked to has said they prefer either Looking for Alaska or Paper Towns.

Laini Taylor- Our first angels book on this list!!! Daughter of Smoke and Bone is just SO GOOD. I keep putting off the last book because I don’t want it to end.

Richelle Mead- She wrote the Vampire Academy books and yes, I love them, and yes, they are cheesy, but they are tons of fun. Only thing: the main romance is between a 17 year old and a 24 year old.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes- My bias is showing but her books are like, quintessential YA but without most of my least favorite tropes. You can either read Raised by Wolves (werewolves) or The Naturals (Criminal Minds with teenagers) as standalones or series.

Sarah J. Maas- She wavers between the line of YA and NA. Throne of Glass is 6 books and A Court of Thrones and Roses is three books. I haven’t finished either.

Every Day by David Levithan- Magical realism

Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers- Intense contemporary about bullying

Hex Hall by Rachel Hawkins- Magic school

Graceling by Kristen Cashore (standalone or trilogy)- High fantasy with super powers

The Lynburn Legacy by Sarah Rees Brennan- Gothic inspired fantasy with lots of subversions of popular YA tropes

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black- Vampire dystopia

Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy- Contemporary

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han- Contemporary

The Duff by Kody Keplinger- Contemporary written by an actual teenager.

Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr- Faeries

Legend by Marie Lu- Dystopian

Heist Society by Ally Carter- Thieves!!!!

Team Human by Sarah Rees Brennan and Justine Larbalstier- A very well done and respectful Twilight parody

Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl- Witches Twilight-style and gender swapped

I Am Number Four by Pitticus Lore- Aliens

Ever Lost by Neil Shusterman- Afterlife

Fallen by Lauren Kate- Angel Twilight

Perks of Being a Wallflower- Intense contemporary

Uglies by Scott Westerfield-Dystopian

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson- Dark contemporary

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray- Lord of the Flies with girls

Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock- Contemporary

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets the Universe by Benjarmin Alire Saenz- Contemporary

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas- Intense contemporary

Elementals by Brigid Kemmerer- Urban fantasy

Pushing the Limits by Katie McGarry- Contemporary

Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi- Dystopian

The Selection by Kierea Cass- Dystopian but with the plot of the Bachelor

The Originals by Cat Patrick- Romantic sci fi

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli- Contemporary

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak- Historical

An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir- High fantasy

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian by Sherman Alexi

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell- College setting contemporary

If I Stay by Gayle Foreman- Intense contemporary

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo- High fantasy thieves

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins- Contemporary

Obsidian by Jennifer L. Armentrout- Twilight with aliens

Hopeless by Colleen Hoover- College contemporary

13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher- Intense contemporary

Darkest Powers by Kelley Armstrong- Urban fantasy adventure

Between by Jessica Warman- Afterlife mystery

Gone by Michael Grant- Dystopian

Beastly by Alex Flinn- Modern Beauty and the Beast

Miss Pergrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ramson Riggs I really have no idea what this book is about

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan Contemporary

Life as We Know It by Susan Beth Pfeffer- Dystopian

The Night Circus by Erin Morgernstern- Historical fantasy

Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta- High fantasy

#ya books #ya literature #ya lit #my book rec

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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Chapter XI

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language, Mentions of Rape Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

---DEFENDING JACOB SPOILERS---

This story is getting close to its ending. I’m positive there’s three chapters left.

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Fixing the buttons on her shirt, she rolled her sleeves up and began to walk down the stairs. Y/N steps into the dining room where Laurie sat, looking over her formal outfit.

Y/N sighs, “Is it okay?” She asked. “Let me see,” Laurie scans the high-waist pants with a nice leather belt and a white button up. Though she picked out the small details. Laurie shakes her head at the sight, “Your pants are too short, they look big.”

“They’re fine,” Y/N says. “Your shirt’s long. Shit,” Laurie mutters as she stands up to roll them up a little. “Mom, it’s a trial, not some fashion show.” Laurie lifts her head up and strokes her daughter’s hair. “I just want you to look your best, okay? Let people see how beautiful you are. These things are important,” She says.

Milo barks and the front door opens, “Hello?” Andy calls. Laurie perks up, “We’re in here,” She bent down to fix Y/N’s pants and Andy walks in. “Her suit needs altering again.”

Andy walks in, “Only if there’s a trial.” Laurie and Y/N face him, “What do you mean?” Laurie asked. Andy turns, “Lynn approved a search of Patz’s house.” Y/N looks over to Laurie once, “They think it’s him?”

Andy sighs, “Well, no. Not yet. Obviously if they find the knife, that changes everything,” Andy grins, “But at least this puts him back on the radar.” Laurie reaches for his arm, relieved, “Well, that’s something, right?”

“Yeah,” Andy says, his takes her hand and holds it, “I know it’s him. I know it is.” Andy’s phone goes off in his pocket so he pulls it out, “Sorry, girls.” Laurie gently placed her hand on Y/N’s back. “You go change, honey.” Y/N walks off to go change upstairs while Andy walks away into the office.

“Hello?”

“There he is,” A familiar voice grumbles through the phone. Andy lifts his head up, “How’d you get this number?” He asks.

“Your wife gave it to me-”

“Bullshit,” Andy says, his father chuckles on the other end, “No. No. We got out own, um... you know, we call it economy in here. Believe me, there’s tougher things to get than a phone number.”

“Well, you wasted your money,” Andy said. “Hey, don’t hang up. Come on,” Billy says, “I did what you asked, didn’t I? She’s a real doll, your wife. I mean, even better-looking in person.”

“Don’t,” Andy says sternly. His father pauses, “What? It’s a compliment. She’s my daughter-in-law. Jesus. What kind of a sick fuck you think I am?” He asked. “I know exactly what kind,” Andy says, sighing softly he sits down in the chair.

“Look, I appreciate your helping us.”

“Yeah, well, it’s all right. You see, that was on the news the other day, how you’re my kid,” William says. Andy lifts his head up, nodding, “Yeah, I saw.” Andy wanted this phone call to end or it’ll end up in another fight. “I want you to know, I had nothing to do with that. I said nothing to nobody,” He says.

“These things get out,” Andy said.

“Yeah, these reporters,” William scoffs, “They’re real fucking vultures, right?”

“Is this why you called?” Andy asked. William took a second to respond, “Yeah. I mean, yeah. That and...” William sighs, “I thought we could talk some more.” Andy tilts his head, “Talk?”

“Look, I know I’m a shit father.”

“I don’t have a father,” Andy shook his head. He knew that would piss him off, William scowls, “You don’t have-- Huh,” He says, “How does that work exactly? What are you, a fucking tree?”

“I gotta go,” Andy said.

“Yeah, some other time, maybe,” William says. Andy shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“Maybe though.” Andy sat there in silence and pulled the phone away, hanging up. That day he didn’t want to worry about his father. He wanted to worry about Leonard Patz’s search.

The next morning, Laurie stepped out of the house, sliding on her cap for her morning run. She began to jog down the road, taking turns on the intersections in the neighborhood as her usual routes. She continued to jog for at least a mile.

Sweat appearing on her back and sweat covering her neck and chest.

She heard a faint sound of a car, pulling up behind her. Laurie made sure she was close enough to the side of the road for this car to pass.

But it never did.

She glanced over her shoulder once, not fully getting the vehicle in her peripheral just yet. She started to get chills as this car continued to stay directly behind her.

Turning, she saw the blue Lincoln. The one Andy spoken about. She felt her heart beat faster and it felt like needles were jabbing into her heart out of fear. Laurie takes a turn on a road, making sure this wasn’t the one Andy was talking about. The one following them.

She looked over her shoulder once again to see this Lincoln slowly turn onto the road she chosen. Her arms swung for frantically as she tried to find some way to escape this Lincoln.

Turning her feet, she stops to face this car. Once she did, the car stops. She barely could see the drivers face, seeing smoke come from their window. Her chest heaved up and down.

Could she take this person on herself?

She choose it at the last second. Twisting her foot, she runs into the neighbors yard. Heading for the wooden fence that separated the homes, she skids her shoe on the fence.

Throwing herself over, she stumbles on her knees. Running off onto the road, she runs straight back to the house. No stopping, looking back every few seconds.

She turns down the road to make sure this Lincoln wasn’t following her.

She made a beeline to the red door to their house. Milo barks when Laurie bursts in. “Andy?” She calls, rushing over to the kitchen, she walks in to Duff and Andy at the dining table.

She pants. “No knife,” Andy says.

“What?” Laurie asks.

“They didn’t find the knife,” Andy said, Pam looks over to the distress mother, “At least not one that matches the weapon.” Laurie goes back to the Lincoln car incident, covering her mouth. Pam noticed before Andy did. He shook his head, “Doesn’t mean they’re gonna stop looking at Patz though.

Andy looks up to Laurie’s stance and stood up in concern, “Honey?”

“I, uh--” Laurie stutters, “The blue car, the Lincoln, it was following me.” Andy looks at the door, “Now?” He asked. Laurie grabs his hand, “No, no, no. It’s gone.”

He turns, “Did you look at the driver?” Pam stood up. Laurie shook her head, “No, he was too far away.” Andy sighs softly and reaches for her, pulling her into a hug. “Sorry, Honey.” Laurie exhales.

“Someone’s been watching us. I don’t know if it’s a reporter or some psycho trying to scare us or what,” Andy states, turning to Pam. She nods, “Do you wanna file a report?”

“What good would that do?” He asked, knowing the answer. “Honestly, uh, not much. If it happens again, call me immediately. If I’m in the area,” She says, Laurie nods. “Okay.”

Andy rubs her back, “Thanks, Duff.”

Andy then walked out with Pam back to her car, “You are gonna stay on Patz, right?” He asks. “We’ll comb through everything again, his statement, his movements,” Pam states.

“He lied to us that day. He said he didn’t know Alice Miller,” Andy says, “Or said he went to that party.”

“According to your girl, McGrath,” Pam says, Andy drops his shoulders, “Look, I’m just saying, the kid already admitted to trying to frame Patz on the whole library thing.”

“Yeah, I know. I know, but I believe her on this one. You’ve heard about Y/N, she was sexually assault, I’m sure those tests can’t be run now, can they?” Andy asks, Pam sighs. “I’m not sure. And we’re not sure if they’ll come back with tests.”

Andy sighs, “I’m begging you. Please do not give up on Patz,” He shuffles, “We’re running out of time.” Pam nods at him with a grin, “I’ll do my best.”

And after that, she left.

Days just before the trial, Andy had been going over the case with Duffy at her house. Turned into nights and days. The day when he first came up to Patz.

Face-to-face.

Andy watched Patz pull out of his spot in from his last shift. Andy followed him a little away from people. This lying thing wasn’t gonna get Leonard far from jail. Andy needed him to be gone.

He saw Patz stop at the sign of the intersection. Andy’s foot never goes for the brake as he hits the back of Leonard’s car, enough to jerk him forward. Andy does it again and he sees Leonard frantically move in his car.

Andy steps out when Leonard does, “Hey, what are you doing?” Leonard asks. Andy slams his door, “I know.” Andy walks up to him. “What?” Patz asks, completely confused.

“I know what you did,” Andy steps up to him. “What are you talking abo-- You just--” The small man looks up to him and his face drops at the sudden reorganization.

“Oh, fuck, you’re the father.”

“I know you killed her!” Andy grabs him, Patz stutters, “Oh, Jesus, you’re the father. Okay. Um, you need to leave me alone,” Patz goes for his door. Andy glares at him, “My daughter’s not gonna go away because of you. You understand me? You go near her-!”

“Stay away from me,” Patz says, he closes his door. “Hey!” Andy leans to look in his window, “I know what you did!” He growls. Leonard skirts off as Andy hits the side of his car, “I know it was you, Leonard! I know it was you!” He shouts.

That day. Andy would’ve done something far worse.

Four days before the trial, it was their important day. A happy day. Y/N sat at the table, listening to her second grade teacher talk about interior angles. Andy walks in with Laurie, grabbing the keys.

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” Andy comes over to Y/N and placed a kiss on her head. “Okay,” Y/N grins. Laurie smiles, “Bye, birthday girl.” Y/N smiles at them and they leave.

Their last day with Dr. Vogel was with Joanna this time. Andy and Laurie sat on the one side while Joanna had sat in front of them, waiting patiently. Glancing over at Laurie, Andy reaches over and takes her hand in his.

Seconds later, the door opens to Vogel, she smiled at them, “I’m ready for you. Come on in,” She says. Andy and Laurie stand up. Walking Laurie in first, Andy gestures Joanna in the second.

“As you know, I’ve been evaluating Y/N for the last several weeks using a number of diagnostic tools: a Basic Personality Inventory, a Problematic Traits Inventory, and all the results, they’re in the report,” Andy looks down at the packet in front of him, “I also tested her IQ which is unusually high and her EQ, her empathy quotient.”

Laurie tilts her head at that, “The report also contains the results from the genetic testing that I conducted, and it includes the MAOA mutation, what’s commonly known as the-the warrior gene or the murder gene.”

Laurie stared blankly at her, “And?”

Elizabeth gestures to her husband, “Andy’s father tested positive for the mutation, as did Andy. Uh, Y/N did not,” She says. Andy was more relieved and shocked at the most as he turns to the doctor, “No?” He asks.

“The thing is, that’s not, um...” She pauses, “MAOA wasn’t really central to my evaluation, since it’s actually inherited from the mother and not the father.” Laurie furrows her brows at that. “Well then, what was the purpose of the testing?” Andy asked.

“Because there are similar genes that are passed down from father to daughter. Um,” Elizabeth flips through a page, “For instance, GRIN-1, which is a glutamate receptor subunit. It’s been linked to traits like impulsivity and recklessness,” The couple go through the packet as well.

“All three generations of Barber males and female tested positive for the GRIN-1 variant, including Y/N. There’s also a dopamine gene linked to a limited capacity for empathy. Uh, again, all three generations of Barber males and female tested positive. And, uh, finally, there’s a form of testosterone receptor known to induce violent behavior in adolescents shortly after puberty--”

“And Y/N--” Laurie cuts off, “Y/N has that form?” She asks. Vogel nods, “Y/N does, yes, as do Andy and Billy.” Laurie glances at Andy who looks up at her. “But if a young person is already capable of moral reasoning there genes won’t just cause the brain to flip a switch.”

Laurie seem to zone off at Vogel’s words as she looked down at the form in front of her. Scanning through the paragraphs of so much information.

capable of violent behavior.

antisocial tendencies.

Laurie continued to lose her hearing towards Vogel’s explanation as she flips through the page again. She scanned through the words again.

manipulative.

cause for concern.

Her hearing seem to come back when Andy speaks, “Well, now we know,” He says. Laurie ignores his gaze as she turns to Dr. Vogel. “And is she capable of moral reasoning?” She asked. Vogel tilts her head.

“There are things in here... um, ‘antisocial tendencies’--”

“Laurie, that’s just psychobabble-” Andy starts, she doesn’t even turn to tell him, “I’m asking Dr. Vogel.”

Dr. Vogel tried to grin but it only caused her lip to twitch, “It’s not a simple yes or no answer,” She replies, “I think you should read the entire report, and then, if you want, we can have a conversation on how to best address Y/N’s issues. But obviously right now the concern isn’t therapy, it’s the trial.”

“So there are issues?” Laurie asks. “She’s a teenager. They all have issues,” Andy says, dropping the packet by his thigh. Dr. Vogel nods, “Andy’s not wrong.” Laurie turns to her again. “However, if there was one area of concern, it would be her capacity for empathy. Once again, the report goes into full detail.”

“How do you mean?” Laurie asks.

“Laurie,” Joanna spoke, “This isn’t really the time to have this conversation.” Laurie points at Vogel, ignoring Joanna, “I want to know what she means.” Andy glances over at Joanna if he or her were to cut in and tell her to stop.

“Well, for example, I brought up Alice Miller in one of our sessions, and, uh, Y/N’s response was that... people die every day by the millions. And when I tried to prod her, to express some-some emotion around Alice’s murder. Y/N’s answers felt, um... practice.”

“That’s because you don’t know her. I mean, she’s not a touchy feely kid, that’s--” Andy looks at Laurie’s side profile and sighed, “She has empathy.” Laurie nods at Vogel, “You think she did it.”

Dr. Vogel shakes her head, “I didn’t say that.” Laurie shook hers, “You didn’t have to.”

“Laurie,” Joanna interjects. Vogel grins, “I have absolutely no way of knowing if Y/N did or did not do it. And it’s also not my job.”

“But you think she might have done it,” Laurie implies. “Laurie, this isn’t productive,” Joanna defends. Laurie ignores Joanna again, taking that grin as a lie, “You do. You think it’s possible.”

“Will you stop?” Andy asks, “Anything in there you could say about a million other teenagers.”

“Very true,” Vogel says.

“Then why won’t you answer me?” Laurie asks. Andy turns, “Laurie-”

“Don’t,” She snaps, “You never see these things, you never saw them then.” Andy sits there in silent, “You were so desperate to be normal, for us all to be normal.”

“We are normal,” Andy says. Laurie gapes, “Oh, my God, Andy, do you think this is normal?” Andy’s shoulders lift, “This situation?” He asks, “Of course not, but Y/N, yes. I know she is. And this-” Andy grabs the packet, “-this doesn’t change anything. This means nothing!” He waves it around.

Laurie turns back to Vogel, “Just answer me,” Laurie demands. The two watch Laurie and Dr. Vogel stare at each other for a while till Vogel sadly frowns, “I wish I could.”

With that answer, Laurie couldn’t push it any further but to give her a gently nod. Ending the session there.

Laurie storms out of the elevator with Andy following behind. He looks up to her, “Look, we can just call this off and do something at home.” Laurie shook her head, “No. She’s about to go through hell. We’re doing this.” Andy follows her out to the car, on their way to celebrate their daughter’s 15th birthday.

Y/N had her hands in her lap as Andy and Laurie sat in front of her at the table. Plates and drinks on the table, a woman comes in, “How’s everything?” Andy turns with a smile, “Good. Thank you.” The waitress nods with a grin as she closes the door.

Andy turned back to his daughter, pulling up the small cup up to his lips. Y/N blankly stared at them, “I don’t see why you guys won’t tell me,” She mutters. Laurie pulls her bowl away, “Because it’s between us and Dr. Vogel.”

Y/N switches her gazes at them, “What happened to me being treated like an adult?” She leans in her chair, “This is such bullshit.”

Andy looks at her, “Hey, enough with the swearing. It’s like every other word with you.”

“I have a right to know about my own brain,” Y/N says, “I took every one of her tests. I answered every single one of her stupid questions.” Andy tilts his head forward, “She thought you were a good kid, which we already knew. This whole thing’s formality,” He grins softly at her, “Okay?”

Y/N never grinned back, “I don’t believe you.” Andy loses the grin. “Sweetheart, it’s your birthday. Let’s talk about something else,” Laurie says. Y/N looks over and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“What about the murder gene?” She asks.

“You don’t have it,” Laurie says, managing a smile. Y/N looks over and she licks her lips, “Really?” Laurie nods at her. Andy grins, “Really.” Y/N looks over to him and slightly lifts up the corner of her mouth to grin.

“So there’s nothing wrong wit me?”

Laurie and Andy didn’t answer that, guess they didn’t have the time to when the waitress walks in. Holding a cupcake on a plate, it had a candle that was lit. Andy and Laurie smiled. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Andy says.

The waitress comes over and places the small plate in front of her, the couple look over to Y/N with a smile. “Happy birthday,” Laurie says. Andy grins, “Make a wish,” He said.

Y/N manages a grin and pulls the plate over, “I guess I have one,” She says. She stares at the cupcake and lightly blows on it, blowing the light out.

Later that night, they went home. The drive was silent halfway through. Laurie staring out the window and Y/N sitting behind her. A long day and night for the Barber family on their daughter’s birthday.

“Thank you for tonight,” Y/N utters out, she paused, “It was nice to go normal again, even if... it was just pretending.” Andy quirks a grin and sighs, “It was your mom’s idea,” He says.

Laurie turns to look, “Glad you had a good time.” Andy stolen a glance over to Laurie, knowing that their daughter did have a good time after what’s been going on for the past months. Even in a few days it was scary.

Y/N shook that off, lifting her head up, “I think I’m ready for Monday,” She says. Andy peers up in the rear view mirror. “Yeah?” Y/N nods in response, humming as a yes. “Mrs. Mandel had me write an essay about it the other day. I said it was like sailing towards an iceberg. This little white peak in the distance, getting closer and closer...”

Andy peered up at her again as she stared out the window, “...but really, it’s been underneath us the whole time.” Laurie and Andy look at each other. Andy seem to grin at her sudden words of phrases and metaphors. Y/N was not into that sort of things in school.

“I thought you were anti-metaphor?” He asked. Y/N turns to look in the rearview mirror to see Andy, grinning at her. She laughs softly and turns away. The rest of the ride was quiet once they reached their neighborhood.

Andy on the other hand, his blood ran cold when he sees a car parked outside, at his neighbors house. The same blue lincoln, that followed Laurie. Laurie noticed as well, “Oh, my God. It’s that car.” When Andy pulls in, Laurie kept her eyes on him. Andy didn’t even pull up all the way, he needed to get the guy before he runs away.

Y/N sees Andy turn off the car and popped the truck open. “Andy, don’t-”

“Wait here,” Andy says. “Dad?” Y/N calls, he shuts his door and walks to the back. Going to the open truck, he takes the car socket wrench and shuts his trunk. “Mom, what’s he doing?” Y/N asked. Laurie opens the door, “Andy!”

Andy turns, “Take Y/N inside.” The two step out of the car, worried and afraid. “Mom, what’s he doing? What’s going on?” Y/N asked, looking over to see her father storm towards the car.

Laurie takes her shoulders, “It’s all right. Come on.” Milo starts barking in the house, giving the neighborhood a nice echo of it. Andy stared at the Lincoln car, storming his way over with a weapon, the man in the car didn’t seem to start his car and drive off. He sat and took drags from his cigarette.

He comes over to the drivers side, “What the hell do you want with us?” Andy asks harshly, the man turns, “Excuse me?” Andy stops at the open window, pointing. “You’ve been watching my house and following my wife.”

The man turns away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, pal.”

Andy grits his teeth, “I’m not gonna ask you again.” The bald man looks up to the distressed husband and father. “Easy, tough guy. You don’t want to be a tough guy tonight, believe me.”

“I don’t want to see you on this street again,” Andy says lowly. The man nods towards the road, “It’s a public street.” Andy raises the wrench to the man, warning him, “Not for you it’s not.”

The bald man turns away, not phased by Andy’s little wrench threat. “You should get back to your family,” He nods, “It’s good to have a family.” Andy slowly lowers the wrench.

“Take care of that family of yours, Mr. Barber.” And after that, the man drove off. But Andy was lucky enough to catch the plate number on his car. He took it to Duffy immediately.

“Yeah, 75K SA2. Yeah,” Andy stood on the phone as his daughter and Laurie were in the kitchen with him. Milo laid on the hard floor, peering up at the family. Andy curses under his breath, “No, I figured as much. It’s okay. Thanks, Duff. Okay,” He hangs up and stared at the phone in hand.

“It’s registered to a Honda Accord,” Andy says.

Y/N turns, “So, it’s stolen?” Andy walks over to the counter to put the house phone away, “All it takes is a screwdriver.” Laurie looks at him, “So what now?” Andy turns to the family, “Duff’s gonna have one of her guys patrol the neighborhood for the next couple nights,” Andy shakes his head, “I doubt he’ll come back. He’s probably just a reporter.”

Laurie sighs and shook her head, “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Andy and Y/N watch Laurie go up the stairs. “Good night, Mom.” Laurie stops to look at Y/N, she grins at her, “Thank you for tonight.”

Laurie nods, “Good night, sweetheart. Happy birthday.” And after that.

They hit the iceberg.

Laurie and Andy stood at the end of the stairs, waiting for their daughter to come down. Today was her first trial. Anything during that trial could end there or could go downhill at any moment.

Andy never felt that way to be on the other side of his job. Looking down at Laurie, his wife didn’t smile. In fact, she was fidgeting, afraid and nervous on what could go on during that trial.

He knew there will be ways to tell the jury Y/N’s innocent.

Y/N stepped down the stairs, high-waisted dress pants with a brown leather belt. Her white buttoned up was nice and pale. It would probably be as pale as Laurie was.

Andy tried to grin. Who knew if he’d see her step down those stairs in a prom dress. Or a wedding dress. He may or may not see that. Her hair was up in a bun, a neat one. No makeup because Y/N knew she’d be doing too much and asking for people to say she was innocent with all the makeup.

Once Y/N met the floor with them, they managed to smile at her. Reassuringly. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Andy says. Y/N forces a grin on her face, “Thanks, dad.” Laurie forces one as well to stroke the small strand behind her ear. “You ready?” She asked.

Y/N looks up and nods slowly. The confidence she had on her birthday, it all changed when it was the day. She was scared. The family headed to the garage, knowing that reporters and police would be at their house. They could hear them clamor on the street. Andy opens up the garage door and revealed the driveway.

News reporters and journalists all clamoring around, taking pictures and shouting. Andy and Laurie look at each other before Andy drives forward. Y/N instantly laid her head low as reporters took pictures of them through the windows. Andy was careful enough to not hit any of the reporters.

Safely they away from the crowd and drove to the courthouse.

Y/N sat with Joanna in the courtroom, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. Andy and Laurie sat behind the two. Her eyes looking at the back of Y/N’s head, she drew them away once Joanna leaned in to whisper something to her.

Andy looks over to the commonwealth stand, seeing Neal and what was his assistant. He turned away and looked up to the front. He felt someone stare in the corner of his eye.

Eric. Alice’s father. Andy turned to realize Eric had been staring, he quickly turned away from Eric and stared up in front again. Seconds later, Joanna turns to nod at Laurie and Andy.

Then Y/N did, Andy was the first to smile at her reassuringly. You got this. Y/N nods at them with a small grin and turned away.

“Court, all rise!” The woman shouts, Joanna grins at Y/N and everyone began to stand, “Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. All persons having anything to do before the Honorable Judge French, a Justice of the Superior Court, now sitting within and for the Commonwealth, draw near, give your attendance, and you shall be heard.”

Judge French sat down in his chair and looked down, “God save the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and this most honorable court. This court’s not open. Please be seated,” The woman finishes off. Everyone in the court sat down. And the woman in front of French stood up.

“Number 08-44-07, Commonwealth versus Y/N M/N Barber. A single count of murder in the first degree. For the defendant, Joanna Klein. For the Commonwealth, Assistant District Attorney Neal Logiudice.”

French sighs softly, “Any preliminary motions before we begin the voir dire.” Joanna grins, “A couple of things, yes, Your Honer,” She stood up. “First the defendant’s father, Andrew Barber would like to enter an appearance in the case on the defendant’s behalf.”

Andy gets a look from Neal when he turns around, “With the court’s permission, he’s going to second chair me at trial.” French folded his hands, “Is this a wise decision, Ms. Klein?” He asked.

“It is the family’s wish, Your Honor.” French stares at the man before nodding, “All right, Mr. Barber, you can come forward. What else?” He asked. Andy stands up as the Miller family look over in shock. Andy gets a chair pulled up next to Y/N.

Joanna continues, “Your Honor, I have filed a motion in limine to exclude any mention of the defendant’s grandfather William Barber who is currently serving a life sentence for first-degree murder. We believe the Commonwealth may try to introduce this fact to prejudice the jury.-”

Neal stands up, “Your Honor, the Commonwealth contends that the family’s history of violence is of great relevance.” Andy glances at Y/N and he gently placed his hand on her knee. She relaxed under his touch.

Joanna turns, “Your Honor, my client has never once met the--”

“I get it,” French says, “I read the motion.” He thinks for a bit and spoke again, “Defendant’s objection is noted and tabled. Should the Commonwealth decide William Barber’s criminal record is critical to his case, he will first notify the defense, and then we’ll have a hearing on the matter. Otherwise, not a word about this to the jury.”

Joanna grins, “Thank you, Your Honor.” Neal nods towards French, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“Lastly, the defense moves to expand its witness list by two: Madelyn McGrath and Leonard Patz.” Joanna takes the paper and hands it over to the Judge. “Commonwealth?” French asked for an objection.

“We’re fine with it, Your Honor.” French takes the paper, “All right, let’s bring in the jury venire.”

“All rise for the jury,” The woman declares.

Y/N sat down with Laurie, Andy, and Joanna in a small room. Andy and Joanna were going over things, “Retired bus driver, works with kids. That’s good.” Joanna nods, “Yeah, I liked her. Thanks, Ellen,” She says to the woman who walked in.

Y/N lifts up her head, “They kept staring at me,” She says. Joanna turns, “Oh, you’ll get used to that. Just keep your eye on the judge as much as possible--or on your dad and me.”

Andy looks up to her, “Don’t give ‘em any reason to not like you. No faces. Okay?” He asks. Y/N nods, “You’re doing great so far,” Joanna states. The woman sets up a small snack plate in front of her. “You all are,” Joanna adds. Laurie doesn’t even grin.

“You see, this wasn’t just an average girl, the defendant. No, something set her apart,” Neal says, looking towards the jury. Neal points at Andy, “Her father. A father who was the first assistant district attorney. Top man, right here in this building.” Andy looks towards the jury.

“For years, the defendant watched her father prosecute every major murder case in this county. She listened to dinner conversations. Overheard calls, shop talk,” Neal walks forward, staring at Y/N.

He never met her once. He heard about her a million times though. It’s all Andy would talk about. “You might even say that murder was the family business.” Andy peers up at Neal. You’re pushing it, Logiudice.

“But still, the question remains ‘Why’?” He looks at Y/N who returned with a cold look. She kept her face cold and blank. “Why?” He asked, “Would an eighth grade girl kill her classmate? Well, we’ve all been to school. We know kids can be mean.”

Neal turns away from the girl and looks onward, “You’re gonna hear testimony that the victim in this case, Alice Miller, teased the defendant.” Laurie turns to see the Miller family. Eric reached for his wife’s hand.

“Nothing shocking, but still mean,” Neal says, he stood directly in front of the jury, “Alice foolishly mocked this young girl, unaware of her hidden capacity even desire, to kill.”

“Objection,” Joanna calls out. Andy sighs and glared at Neal. “Sustained,” French says, “The jury will disregard the last remark about the defendant’s desire, which is speculation.”

Neal never turns, “And so, on April 12, the defendant walked into the woods of Cold Spring Park after the party of Emily Winston’s with a knife in her pocket and an idea in her mind.” Y/N looks away and stared in front of her. Joanna and Andy both watched Neal closely.

“Did she ambush the victim, or were there words exchanged first? Maybe Alice called her a name. Or even threatened her. We don’t know,” Neal says, “All we know is that the defendant punched her knife three times into Alice Miller’s chest, killing her.”

Softly he says, “Three.” Laurie looks up to Y/N again, “Evenly spaced wounds,” Neal adds. Neal holds out his hand as if he were holding a knife, he gently moved it forward, “One.” He looks at the jury, “Two.” Then he turns to the girl who looked over to him as well.

“Three.” Y/N stood her gaze on him. Not moving a muscle.

“You see a tragedy as enormous as this, and it makes you furious,” Joanna turns to the jury, “You want someone to pay. I do, too. I do. It’s only human. But Y/N Barber is innocent. And I want to say that again,” Andy looks over to his daughter who had her eyes on Joanna the whole time she spoke. He tilts his head to see her whole face, seeing her cold stare.

“So that there is no misunderstanding. Y/N Barber is wholly and completely innocent,” Joanna takes her hands and holds Y/N’s shoulders. “When you understand what really happened that day, you’ll see this case for what is it-- a rush to judgement.” She holds her hand out.

“The fingerprint, for example, that the prosecution made such a big deal about, you’re going to hear how that print got there, just as Y/N told the police officer who arrested her the moment that she was asked. She saw her classmate lying on the ground, and she tried to help. And when she discovered that Alice was dead, saw all that blood, she panicked.”

Eric pulls a tissue up to his eyelids, catching the tears that fallen, holding his wife Marla. “She feared that if she told someone about the body, she’d become a suspect. After all, this was Alice Miller, the girl who bullied her. Everyone knew that. How would it look?” Joanna asks.

The jury sat in silence, “Does Y/N wish that she had been braver from the start and told the truth? Of course she does. It was the worst mistake she’s ever made. It was horrible, terrifying mistake. But she was a girl. And I don’t give a damn how the state chooses to try her. She was a 14-year-old girl. And girls make mistakes.”

Joanna sighs, “But we are adults... with a grave responsibility before us. A child is dead. Don’t destroy another child’s life to make up for it. That isn’t justice. That’s just another tragedy.”

After a few hours. Morning to the afternoon, the Barber family went through those doors to the outside. Reporters and journalists all clamoring around each other as they surround the family. Joanna was in front as she made space for the family to come by. Andy was behind, protecting Y/N as he looked up to spot the same man.

He stops to see him nod at him. He snapped back when reporters called out his name so he follows behind and catches up to Y/N. He held her shoulder. Once they stepped into the garage, Andy had his phone up to his ear.

“It’s definitely the same guy. Yes, I’m sure. Blue Lincoln. Right. You still have that plate number I sent you?” He asked, Joanna turns to him, “Okay. Thanks, Duff.” He pulls his phone down and Joanna looks at him.

“What was that about?” She asked. Andy shakes his head, “Long story. I’ll tell you later.” Joanna sighs, “Okay, well, make sure they get some rest. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay,” He jumps in the car with Y/N and Laurie.

That night, Y/N sat at her desk. Milo laying down on her bed as Y/N watched the news. A news reporter sat in front of their house that night, giving updates about the trial that day. Y/N looks out the window and saw the exact man on her laptop.

She turned away and heard her phone ding. Looking over she sees Matt’s name pop up.

From Matt hey

She reached for her phone and began to type. She replied with the same thing. Y/N relaxed in her chair and leaned back, kind of glad to have him back. Along with Sarah if she was okay.

Sent So how was YOUR guys day?”

She waited for his response, seeing the dots pop up every once in a while. Matt seem very unsure what to say.

From Matt LOL. r u ok? it looked intense on tv. sarah and i were watching

Y/N grins softly at the thought of ice cream and began to type away.

Sent Free ice cream would help.

And that night, they continued to text.

Laurie holds her glass in hand, staring out the window to the news reporters who just finished off their shooting in front of the house. Taking her pill, she swallows it and heard footsteps come in. Andy appeared and leaned on the counter, “Just got off the phone with Duffy,” He says, “It’s not good. Just hear me out.” Laurie placed her glass down.

“What?” She asks.

“His name is James O’Leary, the guy in the Lincoln. They call him Father O’Leary,” Andy says. Laurie furrows her brows, “They?”

“I guess he’s an old gangster. He’s got a record. Duffy said he used to be some sort of muscle. Now he hires himself out to do, you know, small things, roughing people up, that sort of thing.”

Laurie gapes at him, “Are you kidding me? What does he want with us?”

“I don’t know,” Andy replied. Laurie throws her arms out, “What are we supposed to do? Can’t they arrest him? Question him?” Andy sighs, “Not unless he explicitly threatens us.”

“Oh, my God,” Laurie says and turns away, covering her face. “Duffy said she’s gonna keep an eye on him. I know it doesn’t sound good, but odds are it’s probably just someone trying to scare us.”

Laurie turns to him, “Because we’re not scared enough already.” And with that, she passed by him.

“My heart was kind of pounding then, because she wasn’t answering me. Uh, still, I couldn’t see how she looked until I got close,” The woman says, sitting at the witness stand.

Neal stood in front of her, “And did you call for help?” The woman nods, “I remember crawling backwards up the slope, dialing 911.” Neal nods and turns away, “Thank you, Mrs. Gianetto.”

The judge turns to Joanna, “Ms. Klein.” Joanna rested her head on her hand, “No questions, Your Honor.” The next witness was an old man. Said to have heard voices in the park.

“So you said this was heard in the dog park?” Neal asks. The man nods, “The dog park, yes,” He confirms. Neal looks at him, “What time was this?” Neal asks.

The man shrugs, “Around nine, nine-thirty pm,” He says, “Like I said, it sounded like a girl’s voice I heard. She said, ‘Stop. You’re hurting me. Stop. You’re hurting me’.” Y/N looks over to the jury and saw that one of them looked at her. A cold stare.

“Could you tell what direction that girl’s voice came from?” The words in Y/N’s mind was distant. Clouded in her mind when the woman looked away from her. “West, I think.”

And after that. The next witness came up to the stand. “Detective, is it standard procedure for an assistant district attorney to direct a homicide investigation?” Neal asked.”

Peterson glanced at Andy, “Yes.”

“And who was the assistant DA assigned to the case that day?” Neal asked. Joanna calls, “Objection. Relevance.” Neal scoffs at that with a grin. French raises his hand, “See counsel at side bar.”

Joanna and Neal walk in front of the judge. Joanna leans forward, “Your Honor, I don’t see how Mr. Barber’s brief involvement in this case has anything to do with his daughter’s innocence or guilt,” She says. Neal looks over to him, “Your Honor, the jury is entitled to hear that the defendant’s own father was in charge of the early stages of the investigation.”

French sighs softly and looks back at them, “I’m going to allow it, but I warn you counselor. Mr. Barber is not on trial here. Remember that.” Neal nods and Joanna looks at him, “Yes, Your Honor. Understood.”

The two head back to their original spots and French pulls the microphone back, “Witness will answer the question.”

Peterson looks back to Neal, “Andrew Barber was in charge.” Neal turns to him but his body faced the jury, “And did you find it strange that Mr. Barber was handling a case that involved his own daughter’s classmate?” Peterson shook his head.

“Not really, no.”

“And once his daughter was charged with the murder? Any concerns?” Neal asks. Peterson thought about it, shaking his head, “I wasn’t happy about it.” Andy was twirling the pen between his fingers, staring at Peterson.

“Detective, have you ever heard of a prosecutor being involved in the investigation into his own child?”

“Objection,” Joanna says.

“Sustained,” French calls out, “You’re made your point, counselor. Let’s move it along.” Neal shakes his head at him, “No further questions, Your Honor.” Neal went to sit back at his table.

“Ms. Klein,” French called. Joanna stands up and walks over to the witness stand, coming face-to-face with Detective Peterson.

“Detective Peterson, you were among the first at the crime scene. Was there a murder weapon found that day?” She asked. Peterson shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

“Besides a single fingerprint on the victim’s sweater, was there any evidence recovered that day?” Joanna asks. Peterson shook his head again, “No.” Joanna nods, “And of course, the fingerprint wasn’t identified until later. Yes?”

“Yes. Correct,” He said. “So is it fair to say that at the beginning of the investigation neither you nor Mr. Barber had any obvious suspects?”

“We did not.”

“And was the defendant the first suspect to emerge?” She asked. Peterson thought and realized from before they got to Y/N. Patz. “No. We initially just--”

“Objection,” Neal interrupts, “Relevance?” He called. French swayed in his chair and kept a plain face, “Overruled.” Joanna was able to continue her questions. “We initially pursued a suspect named Leonard Patz. He had a record for indecent assault and battery on kids, things like that.”

“So a registered sex offender, and that’s what made him a person of interest?”

Peterson nods, “That, and he lived near the park.”

“He didn’t just live near the park. He was know to walk in the park most mornings and nights. Isn’t that true?” Joanna asks. Neal blinks at them, “Objection. Leading the witness.”

“Overruled.”

Peterson spoke, “Yes. In fact, he admitted to being in the park that same night.” Andy nods in approval knowing they’re gonna get something on Patz and bring him up. He didn’t grin but he knew this was close. “No more questions. Thank you,” Joanna says.

Neal stands up once Joanna turns away from the witness. “Detective, whose idea was it to pursue the investigation into Leonard Patz?” He asked. Peterson draws his gaze down, then looked back up, “Andy Barber brought it to my attention.”

“Andy Barber. I see,” Neal said, “And Mr. Patz was then cleared when Mr. Barber’s own daughter was charged with the crime.” Andy holds his pen and began to write things down, his brows go inward in focus.

“Yes,” Peterson states. Neal shook his head, “No further questions, Your Honor.” Andy slides the note across the table and Joanna looks down, reading it. “Your Honor, we’d like to recross,” She calls.

“Go ahead.”

Joanna stands up again and walks over, “Detective, when Mr. Logiudice asked if you had cleared Leonard Patz, were you certain of his innocence?” She asks.

“Certain? No,” He said. “Did you agree with Mr. Barber’s decision to investigate Leonard Patz?” Peterson nods at her question, “Yes. Absolutely.” Joanna nods, “What about other decisions Andy Barber made? Any concerns at all?”

“None I can think of,” He replied, he nods at Andy, “He’s the best they got. The best they used to have anyway.” Neal reaches for his face and rubs it frustratingly. “Thank you, Detective. No further questions,” She says.

French sits up, “Commonwealth, you prepared to call your next witness?” Neal looks at him and then down at the table, “Uh, yes, Your Honor.”

“The beam refracts through each slit and makes a pattern of light and dark stripes on the other side. Why?” Joanna asks towards Y/N, “Because light isn’t made of particles, but...”

Y/N grins, “Waves?” Andy grins. “Exactly,” Joanna says, “And it is the intersection of the waves that make the patterns.” Laurie grinned towards the old woman and Y/N, having takeout in their home was warming. “So these physicists decide that they’re gonna solve what’s going on by installing a device that allows them to see exactly which slit each electron is passing through.”

Y/N was listening closely to Joanna, like she was in a science classroom. Y/N loved to learn knew things and it was nice to have her bond with her lawyer. “Only the moment that they try to observe it, the electrons stop behaving like waves and behave like particles again.”

“What?” Y/N asks, “That’s impossible.” Andy’s phone buzzes and he reaches for it.Reading that it was a caller from Connecticut. He knew the phone number was familiar. “Google it,” Joanna says. “I’ll be right back,” Andy states, standing up and heading into the other room.

Hearing Joanna talk, he answers, “Hello? What the hell did I say about calling here?” He asked.

“I just want to now how it’s going,” His father says. “What?” Andy asks. William scoffs, “What do you mean, ‘what?’ The trial. She’s my granddaughter. I got a right to know,” He said.

“Listen to me very carefully. You don’t have a right to shit. Okay?” He asks.

“Maybe I got a right to call one of these reporters that keeps trying me, huh?”

“Do whatever you want,” Andy said. “Come on. I just wanna know what are you thinking, I mean, what’s your strategy?” William asked. Andy rolls his eyes, “I’m watching it all day on the news here. I think the kid’s got a chance. But, you know, you gotta be smart about this.”

“Oh yeah? I didn’t know they gave out law degrees in prison,” Andy says.

“That’s funny,” William sarcastically says, “You think prison’s a fucking joke?” Andy sits on the edge of his desk and lowers his head. “Let me tell you something. This is sure as hell no place for a kid like Y/N. Now one of the, uh, witnesses today, this cop who was on the stand, he mentioned this guy Patz.”

“What about him?” Andy asked.

“Well, you think he did it?” Billy asked. Andy doesn’t respond and lifts up his head. “Do you?” Billy asked. “Yeah,” Andy replied.

“Are you sure?” He asks. Andy sighs, “Look, I gotta go.”

“Guy’s a child molester, right?” Billy asks. Andy stands up from the desk, “Sort of.”

“How-- How the fuck are you ‘sort of’ a child molester?” Billy asked. Andy kept his eyes narrow, “Same way you were a murderer before you actually murdered someone,” He says.

“Why you gotta make it about me? Huh?” He asks, “Why don’t you fucking quit worrying about what I am and start worrying about my granddaughter?”

“Don’t call here again,” Andy says. “I mean it. You keep her out of this place! You hear me? I spent my whole fucking life in this shithole. I’m not gonna stand by while my granddaughter’s life--” Andy pulls away and hangs up, leaving Billy on the phone.

Walking back into the kitchen, he sees Laurie put plates away. He looked over to the table, “Did Joanna leave?” He asked. Laurie looks up, “Yeah. Who was that?” She asked.

Andy looks down, “Oh, it was, uh... credit card company, just confirming some charges.” Laurie nods slowly and grins, “Joanna seemed... optimistic.” Andy nods, “You know, I’m starting to think she should be.”

That night, Laurie had finished cleaning Y/N’s outfit for her next trial, hanging them on a hanger and began to head towards her room. Hearing a boy’s voice, she knocked and walked in.

Laurie grins, “Hey,” She says. Y/N looks up, “Hold on one second,” She says to the screen. Y/N looks up, “Hey.” Laurie reaches over to put her outfit on the door knob, “I’m hanging these on your door.” Y/N grins and nods. “Thank you.”

“Who you talking to?” Laurie asked.

“Matthew and Sarah,” She replies. Laurie lifts up her brows, smiling, “Oh. Okay. Tell her I said hi.”

“Okay,” And after that, Laurie closed her door. Y/N turns back to the screen and grins, “Sorry about that.” Matthew laughs, “So, anyway, um, this lady comes in with her kids, right? And they’re just so loud and obnoxious. And we were like ‘Oh, my gosh. Shut up already-”

Laurie hears Y/N laugh and they continued on with their story. Not knowing what could ha en next in their trial.

~~~

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