Harverville is in chaos because of the murder of two famous residences. Many believed that the videos about them were authentic, but their families are working tirelessly to maintain their good image. Especially the family of Judge Rodney Muller.
His daughters are willing to pay anyone just to keep Muller's honorable persona intact. They've been paying social media influencers to create documentaries about the so-called proof of their greatness. But the people who believe in the victims are relentless in defending them.
"Good afternoon, Harverville. We are here to witness a public debate. The topic? Are Salazar Simmons and Judge Rodney Muller evils? Did they really commit those crimes being connected to their names? Let's hear the opinions of ten of our respected citizens."
People gathered at the city hall for the first-ever public debate. A non-government organization decided that it's high time that people listen to each other's opinions. They set up chairs for the audience and up the stage.
As the participants take their seats, people began murmuring to each other. Some are anticipating the inevitable chaos. Others just came to watch how the debate will turn into a circus. Then some already picked side.
"Let's begin with those who don't believe."
"Salazar Simmons is a hero. He brought countless awards, recognition, honor to this city. And this is how we will repay him?"
"Not to mention the young boys and girls that Salazar Simmons and his family helped. Those who finished their studies and got a good life because of the Simmons."
"Judge Rodney Muller put hundreds if not a thousand of criminals behind bars. He served loyally to the people, to justice! And how did we repay him? He was brutally murdered, and now we are destroying his name with these libelous accusations?"
"Judge Muller put rapists, killers, thieves, and corrupt officials behind bars! We should be building a memorial for him!"
"These men are honorable, great men! Those women are just pathetic, attention seeker who wants to be famous!"
The sympathizers of the murdered men are done giving their opening speech. The reaction of the audience was mixed. But the majority was unconvinced.
"Oh, so you're saying that the testimony of more than two hundred victims were all made up. Just pure imagination? You're telling that more than two hundred people just happened to conspire against the great Salazar Simmons? 1 or 2 victims, maybe. But two hundred? More than two hundred? Even a fifth-grader would understand that."
"And why did those women came out and destroy their peaceful life if what they said wasn't true? Few people could do that but not hundreds of people? How did that happen? Can anyone explain that? Did someone pay them? Paid more than two hundred people? Why?"
"Judge Muller put criminals behind bars? More like he put chosen criminals behind bars. Council Larry Milton was a corrupt politician. There was a mountain of evidence against him, but Muller passed a not guilty verdict! Yohan Mendez raped a fourteen-year-old girl. There's a psychological evaluation conducted that proved the victim went was raped! But Muller passed a not guilty verdict!"
"Muller raped or sexually harassed his secretary right up to the month of his wife's death! Imagine the shame he brought to the name of the woman who gave him four beautiful daughters!"
"They are not heroes! They are not honorable! Not because Simmons brought home awards or because Muller put some criminals behind bars; they could be called heroes. One good doesn't undo countless bad. They destroyed so many lives. Nobody deserved to the butchered, but I can be quoted on this. They had it coming."
The first round of the debate made quite a stir. Even the audience started arguing. As the debate continued, more and more people are turning from sympathizers to detractors.
The truth behind the debate was that the family of Simmons and Muller initiated it. Their plan was to gain more sympathizers to the credibility of those victims. But their strategy was backfiring big time.
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The protest that happened became bloodier than anyone had expected. Someone open fired in front of the police station. And an innocent child's life was put in danger.
Haverville Memorial Hospital was in a panic when a child was rushed in the other day. She was shot right in the chest. And now, the kid is in the ICU fighting for her life.
Her parents would stay with her all the time. They wanted to make sure that she will be taken care of. Her father and mother both have pained expressions. Seeing their little girl suffering is like dying over and over again.
"Marvin, hey. How's my favorite goddaughter?" Fred asked Marvin Sullivan.
"She's not good, man."
"For what it's worth, man. We got the guy that open-fired. He's behind bars."
"Good, if something happens to my daughter, I don't know, man."
"Calm down, Marvin. Calm down. Sheila's going to be fine."
Fred spoke too soon. Sheila's heart rate began racing too fast. It raised the alarm to the doctors. They all rushed to the ICU while Marvin and his wife stayed out, silently praying and crying.
After five minutes, Sheila became stable again. Marvin's wife won't stop crying. Her little daughter's life is hanging in the balance, and they can't do anything about it. Her knees started to wobble as she's started to lose consciousness.
Marvin watched his wife wheelchaired to the emergency room. He felt so helpless seeing two of the most important people in his life suffer the consequence of his job. Then he remembered his wife's plea when he got shot in the line of duty.
His wife pleaded for him to find a new job. To resign, but he didn't listen because being a law enforcer was his passion. Now, his daughter is in the ICU, with her life hanging in the balance. And he could do anything about it.
Marvin stared at his daughter with tears in his eyes. Her sweet face resting like nothing mattered anymore. Like she was already at peace.
Monday morning. Every week, Amara would visit the Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Ward. She's been doing it for sixteen long years. Yet, she never missed even one Monday. It became a routine in her life that she can never break.One of the orderlies brought her to the garden. There she saw an old woman, rocking back and forth. Her blank stare never faltered, and she quietly murmurs. Amara smiled. Her mother has been in that kind of state for sixteen years. She never recovered.-Flashback-The six-year-old Amara woke up with the sound of breaking glasses and her mother's cries. In her young and innocent mind, her mother deserved to be punished. That's what she always says, if you do something terrible, you will be punished.It's almost sunrise, and her mother was supposed to go to the wet market. They own a small meat stall where they get their everyday expenses. Her mother would spend most of the day there and comes home at night.Sometimes, she would
Amara is standing on the balcony of her room, watching the birds, the clouds, and the trees as they dance with the wind. So far, Dylan is contented with the times she's giving him. Those quick pecks on the cheeks, holding hands, and storytelling. Dylan was trying so hard to be a gentleman. But she can see right through him.A knock on the door interrupted Amara's thought. It's Dylan. She's sure of it. It's eight in the morning, so for sure, Dylan already cooked breakfast. Amara continued on acting dumb to make Dylan believe that he got her wrapped in his fingers."Good morning, Amara." Dylan greeted her after she opened the door."Good morning, Dylan." Amara greeted back with the sweetest smile she can muster."Breakfast is ready, my princess.""You're so sweet."Dylan and Amara descended to the dining hall. Amara secretly scoffed when she saw all the food on the table. There's fruits, ham, bacon, fried rice, vegetable salad. He really is pu
Marvin Sullivan stands in front of a newly placed gravestone. His eyes are swollen and blood-red. It's been four days, and he still can't put himself back together.A father is the provider of a family. He is the protector of the family. Being a law enforcer gives more emphasis on being a father more than anything else. A father protects, teaches, and nurtures his children. He teaches them to be strong, responsible, and decent. And he keeps his children away from any harm.Marvin feels like there's a butcher knife stuck in his heart. Since that day, he hasn't stopped crying. His left hand is swollen, and he has broken knucklebones after punching a wall numerous times."Marvin, come on. You've been here since last. Your family needs you, man.""How can I even my family? My wife couldn't even look at me. And she has all the right to be angry. It's my fault that my daughter is dead. If I just listened to my wife and found another job, my daughter would still
The dead body of Dylan Waltz was found inside his room by the house cleaning crew. There was no sign of foul play, no forced entry, and no witness. The estimated time of death was around the early morning of that same day. The cause of death was ruled as a heart attack.Amara was questioned about her time with Dylan. But because she arrived home three days before Dylan died, she was easily crossed out on the list of suspects. Besides, Amara was a known escort girl even by the law enforcers. They know her style and know that she doesn't stay with a customer for more than three days.The police also interviewed Dylan's doctor and found out that Dylan does have a heart condition. Of course, Amara knew this. That is the reason why it was easy for her to find the perfect poison. She returned to the resthouse a few times to ensure that he would not starve or be dehydrated. Amara ensured that police won't find any signs of foul play.The whole city of Haverville is in
Det. Marvin Sullivan went home when the sun goes up. He just meant to change clothes, but his wife was already awake when he arrived. Since Sheila died, they never had the chance to talk. Or maybe it's right to say that she's avoiding him. She couldn't even look at him."Hey, I just went home to take a bath and change clothes. Captain wants progress on the Simmons and Muller's death.""Okay."Marvin bowed his head when his wife didn't even turn around when she answered him. She was cooking their daughter's breakfast when he arrived. Sullivan's heart is breaking into pieces every time he's with his family."Why won't you even look at me?""Nothing. Go ahead and take a bath." His wife said before walking away from him."I didn't want any of this to happen. I love her so much. You don't have any idea how losing her breaks my heart.""You love her? I asked you, no, I begged you to resign. To find a new job. But you took her away from me!
Det. Sullivan hasn't slept in two days. He's been working nonstop to catch the serial killer. But still, he got nothing. All they have are witnesses who didn't see the face of the last person the victim was with before he died and the perfume. It was manufactured by only one company.Everybody kept telling him that he needs to take a rest. But Marvin can't because if he rests, all he would do is think about his daughter. Sullivan can't stop working because he could lose his mind."Whoah! Easy there, buddy." Marvin almost fell first on the floor if Fred didn't catch him first."I'm fine, Fred. I'm okay." Marvin tried to stand straight."You're not okay, Det. Sullivan. You haven't slept at all." Nolan, the other police officer, said as he passed them by."He's right, you know. Marvin, you need to sleep.""I can't sleep! That serial killer is still out there! My daughter died because of that serial killer! I cannot sleep!"Everybody stop
Carlos Aguilar, a man known for his prostitution business. A lot of men in Haverville go to him if they want temporary pleasure. No one in Haverville respects him, but many fear him because he's always surrounded by armed men.Many people see him as a parasite, especially women. They see him as a home-wrecker. A man born to destroy lives and families. It's partially true, though, so many families in Haverville have been destroyed because of his brothel.Yet, the city government can't do anything about him. Because he's the cousin of the mayor. In Haverville, he's practically untouchable. No matter how many times people petition for his brothel to be closed, their pleas were ignored."Carlos! Happy birthday!"It's his 58th birthday, and the celebration was meant to be big. By ten in the evening, the open field that used to be the mansion's garden is already full of people. His visitors came from different cities. Most of them are his customers."Tha
Det. Marvin Sullivan kept on working the murder cases of Salazar Simmons and Rodney Muller. He kept coming back to the crime scene, hoping to see something they missed the first few times. But no matter how hard he tried to look, he still came up with nothing. No clue about who the killer is.Marvin is following Bartholomew Carter's video blogs. He kept wondering how Barth is getting that information. Sometimes, he even has details that the police don't have. Like the names of those supposed victims of Simmons and Muller. He kept wondering how he got those names."Marvin, we've been here four times. The hotel management is already complaining. They need to clean this room." Fred tapped Sullivan's shoulder."But we have to make sure that we didn't miss anything. We can't be too complacent." Marvin responded."Complacent? We already combed this room and the other crime scene four times over. How can it still be called complacent?""Just back me up on
Arman and Kyle went to the park to play. It's Sunday, and they both agreed to spend every weekends outdoors. This is Arman's way of helping his best friend to forget all the bad things that happened to him. He wants Kyle to be happy, so he will choose to stay with them.It is a sunny day–perfect to outdoors, but because Arman is too matured to play kid's game, he would just sit on the grass and watch Kyle. Sometimes, he would ask himself why he chose to be friends with a childish kid like him. But, every time he looks at Kyle, he would just smile and realize that there's no one he would rather be friends with."Kyle..." Arman's watching his best friend play at the monkey bar when they heard a familiar voice."What are you doing here?" The young boy couldn't help himself from feeling angry towards the man standing near the monkey bar."I just–I just want to talk to my son." Mr. Monroe said in a sad tone. There are dark circles around his eyes, and he alrea
A few days after Darson left, his family is still uncomfortable with the knowledge that his obsession with Amara Keener hasn't stop. Yes, they adore the fact that she saved a little boy from being abused by his stepmother, but it won't change the fact that she's an escort girl. They see her as the kind of woman who will kiss any man's feet in exchange for money. Something that they despised so much.But just like before, they can't do anything about it because Darson always had his own mind. None of them can convince him, especially when it comes to Amara. They also can't change the fact he already love Amara's adopted child like his own."I don't know how long I could let this go on. Our son is a single, responsible man who can make any woman fall for him. Why is he wasting his time with Amara Keener." Mr. Humphrey said."You know your son. He will never change his mind. He's been in love with Amara Keener since he was in high school. Years has passed, and his
Leaving is something that Darson doesn't want to do ever again, but even him knows that he needs to work. If he wants to help Amara provide a good future for Arman, he needs to be hardworking. Especially now that Kyle is also with them.He felt happy that Arama, Kyle, and Arman accompanied him to the port. Even though his family is obviously not happy about it, they agreed not to say anything. Darson knows that it will not be easy for his family to accept Amara again, but he knows that in time they will see how great of a person she is."You take care of yourself, son. Alright?" His father remained him."We will miss you." Said his mother."Be good, okay?" His sisters added."Thank you, guys. I'll see you soon." Darson said to his family. "Hey, kids. Be good to Amara, alright?""We will miss you." Arman and Kyle replied."Just come back safe, okay?" Amara said with a smile."Of course. I made a promise, remember? Take car
"Kyle! Wake up! Come on, it's breakfast time!""Go away! I'm still sleepy!""Get out of bed or I will drag your ass down the stairs?""Fine! I'll just brush my teeth. You can get out now.""Not happening. Go to your bathroom and brush your teeth, I'll wait for you here."I smiled as I listened to those two boys. They really are like brothers, and my heart breaks for Kyle. He's a nice kid, and he doesn't deserve to be mistreated. Now that his dad and stepmother are both facing possible jail time, he's got nowhere to go. Both his parents are only child, and his grandparents are all dead. We are the only ones who can take care of him.I woke up early to prepare our breakfast, and as expected, Darson arrived a few minutes after I'm done. He brought fruits, a gallon of ice cream, and new toys for Kyle. He even brought a new computer for him. I can already see that he will be a great father when the time comes. It's just sad to think that I might
The very next day, Amara called Kyle's father to let him know that his son ran away and called them for help. He demanded for Amara to bring his son back immediately, and even threatened to sue her for kidnapping. But, Amara, being the brave woman she is who never blinks in the face of threats, refused.She told Mr. Monroe to come to their town, and meet her at the sheriff's station. She already called the child protection office, and their representative is already on his way. When Mr. Monroe sensed that Amara will not budge, he agreed to travel back to town. She also demanded for him to bring his new wife."What's your plan?" Darson asked her. They are already at the sheriff's station with Kyle, and one of the female officers is already getting his statement."I'll make sure that Kyle's b*tch stepmother will rot n jail for what she did to him." She responded. Amara can feel her body trembling in so much anger."I can't imagine how a woman would do somet
Earlier this morning, the news said 'Matriarch Of A Crime Family Died Of Heart Failure'. Amara woke up to that news, and the first thing that came to her mind was that she escaped justice. She wanted Mrs. Higgins to suffer in jail. That's what she deserves after everything she done, just like the rest of her family.The only comfort that she has is the knowledge that the rest of her family is rotting in prison. Now that the issue with the Higgins has finally reached its conclusion, Amara can focus of what lies ahead. More specifically about what she has to do with Henry Cambert."Amara, that reporter is outside." Arman announced. She's at her room planning on what to wear for tonight.Henry Cambert invited her on a date tonight, and she's planning on making everything work on her favor. Bartholomew Carter is becoming of a nuisance than help. He's chasing the fame that came with the intense reports he did because of her. Now that she's no longer giving him any in
Arman and Kyle went to the park to play. It's Sunday, and they both agreed to spend every weekends outdoors. This is Arman's way of helping his best friend to forget all the bad things that happened to him. He wants Kyle to be happy, so he will choose to stay with them.It is a sunny day–perfect to outdoors, but because Arman is too matured to play kid's game, he would just sit on the grass and watch Kyle. Sometimes, he would ask himself why he chose to be friends with a childish kid like him. But, every time he looks at Kyle, he would just smile and realize that there's no one he would rather be friends with."Kyle..." Arman's watching his best friend play at the monkey bar when they heard a familiar voice."What are you doing here?" The young boy couldn't help himself from feeling angry towards the man standing near the monkey bar."I just–I just want to talk to my son." Mr. Monroe said in a sad tone. There are dark circles around his eyes, and he alrea
A few days after Darson left, his family is still uncomfortable with the knowledge that his obsession with Amara Keener hasn't stop. Yes, they adore the fact that she saved a little boy from being abused by his stepmother, but it won't change the fact that she's an escort girl. They see her as the kind of woman who will kiss any man's feet in exchange for money. Something that they despised so much.But just like before, they can't do anything about it because Darson always had his own mind. None of them can convince him, especially when it comes to Amara. They also can't change the fact he already love Amara's adopted child like his own."I don't know how long I could let this go on. Our son is a single, responsible man who can make any woman fall for him. Why is he wasting his time with Amara Keener." Mr. Humphrey said."You know your son. He will never change his mind. He's been in love with Amara Keener since he was in high school. Years has passed, and his
Leaving is something that Darson doesn't want to do ever again, but even him knows that he needs to work. If he wants to help Amara provide a good future for Arman, he needs to be hardworking. Especially now that Kyle is also with them.He felt happy that Arama, Kyle, and Arman accompanied him to the port. Even though his family is obviously not happy about it, they agreed not to say anything. Darson knows that it will not be easy for his family to accept Amara again, but he knows that in time they will see how great of a person she is."You take care of yourself, son. Alright?" His father remained him."We will miss you." Said his mother."Be good, okay?" His sisters added."Thank you, guys. I'll see you soon." Darson said to his family. "Hey, kids. Be good to Amara, alright?""We will miss you." Arman and Kyle replied."Just come back safe, okay?" Amara said with a smile."Of course. I made a promise, remember? Take car