Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
“Oh but there is Miss Bell. There is evidence that you’re the main cause of that fight that led to Carson’s death.”
Suddenly the woman presses a button on a small squared remote. The entire room is now filled with Carson and Aiden arguing.
My heart thuds painfully quickly as I listen to their angry voices.
* You want to know what I think? I think the only reason she said yes to being your girlfriend, was because she knew she’d hurt me. You’re nothing but a pawn Carson. You mean absolutely nothing to her.” This was Aiden’s voice.
My hands fisted on my lap as I try to stop my trembling fingers.
“You’re lying bastard! Sophie would never use me just to make you jealous.”
Carson’s voice had my heart squeezing.
The conformation that his death was the cause of me had my eyes misting with tears and I sniffle. It was truly my fault for ruining the two boys futures. I was the cause
The woman presses the button again and the room goes silent
She aites a perfectly arched brow. “Is your name not Sophie Miss Bell?
i nodded faintly
‘Then I will find it hard to believe that this Sophie’ they’re talking about is not you. Her taunting eyebrow mocked me
“You see, the audio was fued in the footage where we can hear clearly what the two boys were arguing about before they fought each other And the way Mr Xaviet worded it out, you belonged to him Does that not speak possessiveness Miss. Bell?’ She tilted her head, taunting and mocking me with her eyes.
She knew she had trapped me. One wrong word slipping out of my mouth and I’d be burnt alive. Though, I felt like I was already being cooked.
“Objection your honor!” Aiden’s lawyer seethed as if frustrated that his client was perceived in a very bad light.
“Overruled.” The judge responded casually.
“I-I don’t know,” I whispered.
The woman shook her head in disappointment and turned to face everyone. Of course you don’t. Mr. Xavier was jealous and possessive of you. He wanted you all to himself. But Carson was in the way. So what did Mr. Xavier do? He got rid of him, correct?
“Objection your honor, lack of evidence!” Aiden’s lawyer growled.
“Overruled!”
The woman whipped back to face me and narrowed her eyes on me. “Am I correct Miss. Bell? She taunted, her upper lip threatening to lift into a smug grin.
“I don’t know!” I snapped, frustrated that she kept asking me questions that were too difficult to answer.
This time her smirk was visible as she faces the judge. “That will be all for Miss. Bell your honor. She’s given me enough to proceed.
Everything turns into a huge blur as the jury reaches its verdict.
I try to listen to their responses. My heart pound in my chest and my palms turn clammy.
Marge, Carson’s mother had been glaring at me in hatred the minute I sat down beside Mila when I got off the stand. It was safe to say that she now saw me as a devil just like she saw Aiden as.
I knew I deserved it.
My heart drops when the responses were not quite what I wanted to hear, though I should’ve expected it.
Mila’s hands grabbed mine on my lap and she squeezes it almost brutally. She knew I was hurting and she knew that whatever comes after, would be bad
When the verdict was done, all I could do was stare at Aiden’s stiff back. They were locking him up for five years.
I let my heart pung. This was my fault
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe, and every breath I tried to pull into my lungs felt like it wasn’t enough.
Alderss lawyer whispers something in his ear, the exact moment the older man who screamed wealth and power rose from his seat and stormed out of the room. His two bodyguards are right behind him Alden rose to from his cha, bus body treening when Marge throw disgusting words huis way Then she turns to face me, her upper lips pulling up my a snart
* wou deserve everything bud punt de bain You deserve to rol, not my baby Carson. It should ve been both of you, not him!”
Her Husband tries to rush her as the Locurity look ready to intervene just in case things go too far
Her words to d evs vad down frty cheeks
Upon hearing her words, Aiden turns around just as they place those ugly handcuffs around his wrists
His eyes fell in my own and they were so cold that I shivered under their weight
“You both deserve to rot!” Marge screeches just as they push Aiden to move
He looks at his parents, nods, and then turns around to leave. When he disappears, it feels like he just took my heart with him
Sophie’s pov
#two months latert
Mila burst through the bathroom door, her eyes wide as she holds up her index finger in a waiting gesture.
She hauls in a breath and lets it out through her nose as she looks over at me seated on the toilet seat. With her hand still on the doorknob, she lifts up the brown paper bag.
“I bought three just in case.” She breathed out and closed the door behind her walked in further.
The closer she got to me, the quicker my heart seemed to pound in my chest. In that brown paper bag held three pregnancy tests.
My hands trembled as I rose from the seat. “Did Ingrid see you?” I winced. Ingrid had been very concerned with me lately, especially seeing as I was always so ‘sick’ to go to school.
That was true in a sense but I also wasn’t in the mood for judgemental eyes. Since Aiden’s hearing, everyone got to know that I cheated on Carson with him, which led to the fight and also led to Carson’s…..demise.
So no one greeted me with sympathy anymore, no, they greeted me with malice.
Mila nods, wincing. “She saw the bag. Told her I brought you a gift. It is your birthday today after all.”
“And what an enjoyable birthday it has been indeed,” I said sarcastically, feeling pity for myself.
I had been feeling nauseous since morning and I lost count of how many times I actually vomited this week.
I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday per se but I didn’t plan to actually feel nauseous and sick the entire day. It didn’t help that I had missed my period. And that’s when the fear kicked in.
Mila handed me the bag and sighed. “That damn woman behind the counter gave me the stink eye. Can you imagine the nerve of her!?” Mila scoffed and rolled her eyes as she struts over to the bathroom countertop.
She sits on top of the surface and looks at me in confusion. “How many minutes do we have to wait again? I can’t remember.” She asked.
I shrugged and removed the boxes out of the brown paper bag. Seeing them in person is one thing, but touching them and knowing you’re about to use them is another thing entirely.
My fingers tremble as I turn the box to read the instructions.
‘About two minutes?’ I gnawed on my lips as I pulled out the sticks from the boxes. My heart slams in my chest.
Mila nods and then suggested “Don’t you just want to take a cup and pee in it then dip the sticks in? Wouldn’t that be easier?”
Right That would be easier. Why hadn’t I thought about that?’ I grumble lowly. Honestly, I hadn’t been thinking clearly much lately.