There will be justice
I was so confused that day, everything went by so fast. All of these emotions running through my body like the blood rushing through my veins. This outrageous day hit me the moment I woke up.
When opening my eyes I saw a brighter film of light streaming through my windows than I usually expect on the normal routine. I glanced at the alarm clock. Late again.... I slumped out of bed and trudged to my door. When I opened it I jumped when I saw my equally as startled grandmother. She had a worried look on her concerned face with her hand positioned to open the door.
"Vacation?" she said with a wary smile on her face.
"No," I knew this wasn't a vacation. though I was pretty much as excited as excited as a five year old on Christmas morning that there was no school that day, I knew something was up.
"What's going on?" Her facial expressions so far today have been pretty much been answering my questions, but I'm not to well of a guesser so I just gave her a clueless look until she spilled the beans.
" Look, I know you're going to be nervous, but this is Ryan and your chance to end this once and for all. You're going to talk to a judge. Please don't worry. Grandpa, Mom, and I will be there for you and your brother.," a layer of shock vibrated through my body. Could this really be happening? I don't know what to say or do! what do I wear?! So many questions wondered through my mind. The only thing I knew was that it was going to be a long, courageous day.
The building was really big. I guess a lot of people have bad fathers, I immediately concluded. As I walked towards the building I noticed a few colorful butterflies flying about in the green grass, fluttering from flower to flower enjoying a tasty nectar treat. Free.. I wish I could be them.. When I stepped in to the building, I was overwhelmed by the state policemen flooding the place. It made me feel like I had super straight and act serious.
After a couple minutes of wondering the long hallways, we finally made it to our destination. . When we entered the waiting room, there were no windows or really anything else covering the ivory walls. The only thing occupying the room was a long, mahogany table with about ten computer chairs lined up around it. My brother, Ryan, and I waited in there for what felt like days. A while later, Kristen, one of the lawyers, barged n to the room with the most fake smile ever smeared on her face.
"Who wants to go in first?!" She seems awful happy...
"HAILEY DOES!" Ryan shouted. He tried to look goofy but I could tell he was nervous. His face was sweaty and he was attempting to run his fingers through his short hair. I had a lot of sympathy for him. I mean he is two years younger than I am. I was starting to stand up to tell her that yes I would go first until Kristen's voice shot me back down.
" since Ryan volunteered, he can go first!" At that point, I really started to dislike that lady.
When Ryan and Kristen left, I started to analyze exactly why I was there. I obviously knew it was about my biological father; he'd been trying to get his sob story to work for months. I bet he thinks he is going to win this time, but it's not working because I'm never giving in. I'll just tell the truth in a calm, orderly way. After a few minutes, Kristen busted through the door open like a fireman with Ryan behind her. I saw a glare in her eye before she changed her whole expression to happy and cheerful and said,
"You're up!" Before I left I took a look at my brother. He was fidgeting a lot which really concerned me, I didn't want to leave him like that.
"How'd it go? Are you okay?" I at least want to calm him down a bit. I didn't know what would've been so bad in there, he was starting to scare me!
"Yeah, fine. Just keep a look out; he's right outside."
"C'mon! We don't have all day!" Kristen sneered.
"Yeah yeah yeah," I say, officially sick of her.
As I walk into the courtroom, I see him in the corner of my eye. I could tell that his eyes were glued to me. He was making me so nervous I could feel my legs turn to Jell-O. I knew he was doing this on purpose, pressuring me on lying for him so I can go over his house all over again. Just looking back on it made me cringe. He can't even apologize for what he's done after all these years. Not like apologizing even matters anymore. All I know is he will never get his way.
When I gulped I felt like everybody around me could hear it. I didn't want want my father to see my fear. His words began to make me walk faster and faster as started saying,
"Hey, Hay. How have you been? Don't say anything bad about Daddy, okay?" I was leading myself to my destination faster and faster until i found myself in front of a huge guy that I assumed to be a body guard.
"Name?" He asked in a low, burly voice.
"Hailey," I said. I was really surprised on how shaky my voice was. i wished I could just stop already. Why do bodyguards have to be so big? I wondered as he stepped aside. The door slid open and inside looked pretty much as I expected. It was a small room with brown, wooden walls. The room only had one small lamp illuminating the darkness. There were bookcases just cramming this small room even more. There were two men in the room. One was sitting at the light brown desk facing the door and the other man was sitting in a chair with a typewriter in front of him. Wasn't I only talking to one person?!
"Sit down," The man at the desk said in such a forceful tone that my butt immediately found the worn out chair.
" So why do you think you're here?" He asked.
"Um, Peter?" I asked. Geez, how am I supposed to pay attention when I hear that other guy typing everything I say?! I started to feel uneasy about some of the questions he was going to ask causing me to rock in my chair slightly without even noticing at first.
"Do you want to see your father?" This answer quickly comes to mind as I say,
"No, not at all." I feel like I've been saying this over and over again but I'm never heard. He asks me a few more questions as I give him obvious answers in return. Not too bad after all!
Finally we got to leave. Ryan and I discuss what we said on our way home. I could tell he was stressed, and I was too. I felt bad for Ryan. Any kid and his age, or even my age at the time, are way too young to e going through this.
Sometimes I just wonder about the kids that are still with their abusive parents, and nobody helps them. I mean, my problem is still here, but it's going away. Some kids have to live with their problems on a daily basis. I got away from most of the abuse. But some people can't get away from it. I think that over time, I started to feel great full that I have friends and family that help me with this problem mentally and physically. When felling down about a problem, just thin about how it could be worse. When things give up and I feel like giving up on the truth, I like to keep that in my head and I don't give up. As long as you stick with the truth, someday there will be justice.