"Sit down, Allie," Art instructs, not glancing up from his morning paper and coffee. I do as I am told, waiting patiently for him to finish reading the craft section. Don't ask, because I don't know either.
Art's POV:
After finishing reading a fantastic article about woolen hat knitting- I'm a sucker for a homemade head warmer- I fold my paper in half and take a good, long look at the teenage girl sitting in front of me.
I've never been good at helping people personally. Sure, I can win just about any case handed to me, but seeing Allie, I know that's not at all what she needs.
She's a pretty little thing, with a soft, approachable look about her. Soft enough that she's probably dealt with bullying from other girls all through her school career.
Closer inspection brings me to her eyes. Surrounding them are dark circles from lack of sleep and the frustrations this whole mess has caused her to have. They have a tired, haggard look about them.
But what's that? Two little feelings are suddenly presented. The first, one that clearly said "Why is this weird man staring at me?" Which of course I understand, being the weird man that I am. But the second, I couldn't understand. Love.
Love? With whom? A boy, perhaps? The young, handsome security guard?
There is so much that I don't know about this girl. So many secrets.
But I'm her lawyer. Not her psychiatrist. I don't need the secrets. I need the facts.
"The trial, as you know, is just around the corner. We only have a little over a week to prepare for the big day, and we've barely gotten anything done." I pause for dramatic effect. "We need to set out your story. An incomplete, illogical, idiotic story will not look good to the jury. So here's what we're going to do. Pretend that I am the prosecution lawyer. I'm going to ask you questions like they will at your trial." She nods.
We spend a few hours practicing questions that may be asked at her trial. By the end we'd covered just about everything that could possibly be asked at her trial and she looked much less uneasy.
"Thank you, Art." She smiles. I smile back at her cheerily. I feel a kind of fatherly fondness for this girl. Most of my clients are insane, or simply checked out mentally. Having a sane one is definitely a relief, even if she has killed a man. Speaking of which...
"Oh I forgot to tell you something! You have a meeting with the Jonas family in two days!"
"What?!" She screeches.
"Yes. Well, see you then!" And I stroll out of the room. This should be interesting.
Hey There Annie! :))))) I could use a new episode. :) Thanks Love Brit :)
LoveBeautifulFiction 2 years ago
@LoveBeautifulFiction *grins sheepishly* i'm writing.... im stuck on my decision on how the Jonas fam is gonna act towards her haha
PushinMeAwaystory 2 years ago
Annie! Soooo good! I Can't wait till see meets the Jonas Family! Thats going to be alot of drama! POST SOON! Thanks :)))))))
LoveBeautifulFiction 2 years ago
@LoveBeautifulFiction I definitely will! And thank YOU for reading! :)
PushinMeAwaystory 2 years ago
Oh my... Please write the next one I really want to find out what happens with the jonas family and her will she tell the that she cal see him or I don't know just please write.
Jules4life1993 2 years ago
@Jules4life1993 haha I def. will!
PushinMeAwaystory 2 years ago