Bittersweet Goodbyes
Chapter 3
A few months later.
It’s been 8 months since Rain left my life. I should have
been a better sister. I should have cherished her more. She was too precious.
She still is. My step dad has now filed a case against us. I and my mom have
been distraught over this situation. My own, I guess I can’t call him my own
anymore. I loved him like a daughter loves her father. But at the end I
received detestation, rage, and abhorrence from him. After all, Rain was his
only daughter. He blames me and my mom for this tragic death. Apparently,
according to his perceptions, I and my mom planned on killing her because she
was my step sister. I wish he knew I love Rain more than myself. I wish I could
save her.
‘Emma hurry up! We have to leave in five minutes for court.’
It’s our 10th visit to the court now. I can’t
sleep anymore. I can’t eat. I can’t do anything. Everything I do, everywhere I
go. It reminds me of Rain. She left her pieces in everything around us and
faded away. She left me in this dark
labyrinth or rather I have dragged myself into this disconsolate situation. I
can’t stop thinking about her.
We walk into the courtroom sitting ourselves at the back.
The sheriff walks in with the judge,
‘Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, all rise! To all those who are
here regarding the demise of Rain, Please present themselves to the front of
the courtroom and they shall be heard. The honorable Judy warren presiding!’
‘Mr. Lowell, come
forward’, the judge says as our lawyer and I walk to the front with my mom as
she slowly lets go of my hand and it starts to shiver again. We sit ourselves
down as they ask for my name the 20th time and I give them all the
other trivial details that matter the most here.
‘Mr. Lowell, please rise.’ The judge commands.
‘I see you are here as the legal prosecutor of Mrs. Rena and
her daughter Emma?’ the judge questions.
‘Yes your honor.’
‘Mrs. Rena please rise,’ the judge demands. ‘I have before
me an indictment 798 from the grand jury that charges you of attempted murder
on Rain Gray which you were able to attain. What say you to this indictment?’
My mom weakly responds. ‘I am not guilty’
‘I see. Your response to this accusation is unrepentant. .
I’d like to hear the say of the other side. Mr. Edward what’s your response to
this position of Mrs. Rena?’
My stepdads solicitor stands up assertively. ‘Your Honor,
Mrs. Rena was an alcoholic seven years ago when she was divorced by Jack
Miller. They had been married for eighteen years. He was an Accountant working
in the Number and co. 8 years ago. Now he is a successful CEO of his
Accountancy firm entitled Millers Enterprise. Mr. Jack wanted to take an initiative
to open his own accountancy firm and Mrs. Rena here was very unsupportive to
this decision. She came home late every night from work which she was dismissed
from her job as a nurse mostly as an excuse to be at the bar blowing off all
the money Jack wanted to invest in his initial set up.
‘Objection, your honor, leading.’ Mr. Lowell pleas.
‘Permission granted,’ Judge Judy replies.
‘Her excuse to the drinking problem was the recent death of
her father in a car accident a few weeks ago as her fond attachment to her
father led her to that state. The same year Mr. Jack became a successful CEO of
his company and divorced Mrs. Rena. Two years later she married Mr. Gray, who
she met at the school where she was working as a kindergarten teacher,’ Mr.
Edward tauntingly looks at us as my mom holds her breath and tears escape her
eyes.
‘We’ve found a few bottles of beer in Mrs. Rena’s house and
it looks like this has been going on for a while. Perhaps while getting drunk,
Mrs. Rena killed her own daughter. After all, Rain was not someone she loved;
Rain was Mr. Gray’s daughter, not Mrs. Rena’s. My client here can confirm that
those bottles belong to his wife through blood and urine tests and most
importantly, some photos and recordings that he has in his custody.’
‘This is all bullshit! Gray what’s wrong with you? I love
Rain. I lover so very dearly…’
‘Mr. Lowell please ask your client to behave or else they
may have to leave courtroom immediately.’
‘Rena! Sit down! You have got to control yourself! This is a
courtroom not a protest rally!’
Is this my mom they are talking about? She suddenly feels
like a stranger, a stranger I’ve never met. A stranger I’ve lived with for
eighteen years, a stranger I’ve made these wonderful memories with. All of this
is implausible.
‘Look honey, it’s all a lie. They are making this up. I’m
not who you think I am. I am your mom. Who loves you unconditionally and
forever will.’
The judge looks at us and then back at Mr. Edward.
‘Mr. Edward we would like your client to step up for inquisition.’
The judge demands.
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