"Is there any other physical evidence? Miss Sting?" The judge addressed the district attorney."Not at this stage your honour. This is all that we have and witnesses." Mrs Sting took a seat."We now call upon the first defendant, Bobby Styles , to take the stand." Mrs Sting said loudly as she picked up a pad of paper.Bobby was led by the policeman to the stand. He stood up, placed his hand on the Bible, "I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth." He repeated after the officer."The Bible was taken back and Bobby took a seat in the little box. The microphone was now adjusted to his height and he stared out at the crowd like a deer with headlights.Scanning the room, his face went pale when he saw Ella at the back. The look of confusion and relief washed over his face." Summer is not dead. There she is right over there." He pointed with his cuffed hands.Everyone turned to look at
" I am stating the facts." Bobby snapped. He stared around the room and then directly at the jury. " Do you think I am heartless. I loved Summer, with all my heart. We were going to married after college and have two lovely babies and.....and......and.......live in a small cottage........we were going to have everything we ever dreamed off. And here I am being accused for the death of my girlfriend. I did not kill her. I am still grieving for my loss."He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.Ella looked at his pitiful expression. He lied so well. He should have decided to go to the school of arts. He should have become an actor."The facts." Mrs Sting repeated. She leaned on the desk, her face was inches from his . She could sense his fear."Are there any further relevant questions for the defendant?" The judge asked Mrs Sting. She looked as if she was honoured to have the first biggest case in salt Rock.Her daily routine was traffic fines and petty theft."No. I will question
Ella felt as if she was in school again. Her tummy rumbled loudly as she made her way to the cafeteria."Ella, wait." Her father called from far behind her.Ella did not stop, she reached the cafeteria and ordered a deluxe sandwich and a salad. She knew under so much stress and anxiety, she would just eat it away. She moved over to the dessert isle and took a large slice of blueberry cheesecake and chocolate ice cream.Her father now stood beside her and patted her hair. He understood her anxiety and decided not to interfere with her own healing process.She say down at a corner table and looked out at the cluttered streets. There were reporters outside and Ella felt relieved when she realised they could not see here. The mirror effect had them looking at themselves. They looked like vultures waiting for a carcass. Ella dug into her sandwich, stuffing her mouth to keep her from talking to her father who sat across her, with a fork a knife in his hand.He placed down his utensils and
The hour went by quickly and Ella's fake mom squeezed Ella's hand. Ella liked the warmth of her hand and let her hold it for a while.They were supposed to be mourning their daughter, Summer, but they looked so cheery. They were laughing as if nothing had happened. As if they had not buried her just three days ago. She knew it was all fake and the reality was that her mother sat six feet underground or in the sea in some sharks gut but they needed to put up the fake misery and sombre feeling so that they would not look suspicious.Ella leaned forward and whispered that everyone was suspecting them of some foul play. Her eyes now moving to the right so that her father could follow her gaze.Patrick understood her anxiety and knew that they could not just turn their laughter into sorrow. He pulled out a gold locket from his pocket and a yo yo. He placed the locket in Ella's hand and said, " this was Summer's favourite piece of jewelry. I want you to have it."Ella looked at the beautifu
Before Ella could take a seat Brook pointed at her." That is Miss Summer Ray. It is her. That lying b****. Thinks she can sit here and mock me. I see right through you Summer.""Miss Wilds, we have already addressed this when Mr Style's took the stand this morning. We will not be having any of this nonsense in this court room."Ella smiled and nodded at the judge. She took a seat with her family and stared at Brook. "Proceed." The judge ordered the policeman.Brook placed her hand on the holy bible and took her oath."I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth." She repeated after the officer.She rolled her eyes and took a seat as the officer took his place at the side. She placed her hands on the table, fiddling with the cuffs." Can you open these things, it's hurting my hands."Everyone ignored her."Miss Wilds. Where were you on the night of Miss Summer's murder?" Mrs Sting walk
" Did you know Summer was missing?" Mrs Sting asked Brook is an almost condescending manner."Duh." Brook rolled her eyes."Miss Wilds. That is not the way to answer! Duh. Is not an answer." Mrs Sting snapped. " Did you or did you not know that Summer was missing on that night?""Yes. I knew." Brook looked at Mrs Sting as if she was going to explode."How did you know?""I overheard Bobby asking people." Brook tried to convince herself when she said those words." Was the music not loud. How would you have heard if the music was loud. You were at a party." Mrs Sting scratched her head." I read his lips." Brook replied desperately."So you can read lips?" Mrs Sting chuckled. She found this rather amusing."Yes." Brook confirmed."Alright here we go." Mrs Sting mouthed out and everyone in the room looked confused."What did u just say, Miss Wilds?" Mrs Sting asked loudly."Objection." Mrs Freeman stood up and walked over to the judge." How is this relevant to the case. Miss Wilds knew,
" Why would I ask Bobby? What should I ask Bobby? " Mrs Sting asked curiously." About his girlfriend. She was a suicidal maniac." Brook shouted hysterically.Bobby shook his head."Miss Wilds. We cannot be going around in circles. You are now accusing a person of hiring someone to kill them. First you insist that Miss Summer Ray is alive. You accuse Miss Woods of being Miss Summer Ray. Then you go on to say that Miss Summer Ray committed suicide. Now she has paid someone to kill her. With which money? That you are unsure." Mrs Sting's word stung like a beesting.Her words were sharp and cut through the air like knives. Everyone seemed to question the mental capacity of Brook Wilds. The jury started to discuss amongst themselves."Silence.", The judge roared." Miss Sting, do you have any more questions for the defendant?""No. Your honour. I think I have made my point." Miss Sting said humbly before taking her seat. She smiled at herself for being so clever."Miss Freeman, do you wish
Ella walked hurriedly to her father black mercedes that was parked outside the building.She jumped into the back and slammed the door shut.Her father jumped into the passenger and her fake mother sat next to her. Her fake mother cuddled her for a bit but after a while Ella shrugged her off. She was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep. As soon as they reached the hotel, Ella wished them a good night and closed her door behind her.She slid down onto the floor and sobbed like a wounded child. Placing her head between her knees and leaning against the door, she broke down. She wondered if she could make it through the next hearing. She back tracked to their statements and wondered if she had really known her boyfriend. They had grown up together, she felt she had deserved to be loved by him, but instead a he did was lie to her. His love was a lie.Everything was fake. He was a fake. It was still early, the sun had just begun to set in the far west. She knew her father would