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****Scene 1: Eric’s POV**********************

“Ok mom,” I sighed, as my mother reminded me that I had to go to my father’s trial today. Yes today was the day of my father’s trial. He was being charged with two counts of attempted murder, and the DA would no doubt be throwing the entire book at him. I had been dreading this day for weeks now.

I wasn’t dreading the day because my father might be going to prison. I could care less if the low-life never saw the outside of cell ever again; I was more concerned about my mother. I was dreading that day for so long because I knew that on that day my mother would hear the whole story of why my father shot me in an attempt to shoot my boyfriend Mike.

Then she would know exactly what my father had done to us. Then she would know how he had betrayed us…………………….how he had hurt us. How he had destroyed our trust. I couldn’t let that happened even if it meant that bastard father of mine would get a reduced sentence. I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t allow my mother to be hurt like that.

Especially when it was my father who had hurt her so. Not to mention the fact that she would see his betrayal every time she looked at Jake……............He was after all my brother. Even after all the time that had passed since learning that my rival Jake McCarthy was in fact also my brother. Go figure.

Moments later my mother returned to my room. Upon entering the room and realizing that I had not moved an inch from my bed, she repeated her earlier statement. “Get up Eric! Go Shower! Go eat!”

“Come on Eric we have to go!”

“Ok mom, I’m going to go shower real quick.” I retorted as a I grabbed a towel from my drawer and made a dash for the bathroom. Once inside I turned on the shower head and nearly screamed…….the water it was freezing cold. “Shit!”

“Mom, where’s the hot water?” I asked, as I poked my head out the bathroom door.

“That’s it right there,” my mother laughed. “You can blame your brother for taking all the hot water and yourself for taking so long.”

“When you’re done showering I’ve got pancakes downstairs for you and Aiden.” She smiled.

“Ok thanks,” I chuckled, but it sounded more like a groan as I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to take a cold shower. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

After that I took the quickest shower of my life. Not because I was already squeaky clean, but because I didn’t want my cock to shrivel off from the cold. So after the water turned off I quickly jumped out and dried off as fast as I could. Went into my room and threw on the nicest dress shirt I owned with an accompanying pair of slacks to go with it.

After my mother, Aiden and I had eaten the homemade pancakes my mother and I had made for us, we heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door I saw Kayla smiling at me.

“Hey Kayla.” I smiled back. “But, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for moral support and backup,” she laughed. “Actually my mom called your mother last night and asked if she wanted to ride together to the trial.”

“Your mom’s the police commissioner isn’t that breaking some law or something since my mom’s the wife of a-to be convicted felon.” I laughed.

“Nope I don’t think so.” Kayla laughed. “Besides my mom’s not on duty right now. So are we going to stand outside and debate or are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh I’m sorry,” I chuckled, as I motioned her into the kitchen. “Come on in!”

“I can’t stay long because we have to get on the road soon, but I will be having some of that delicious smelling pancakes.” She giggled.

“What? How did you know it was pancakes?” I laughed.

“Eric your mom makes the best pancakes in Harmony……not to mention I can smell the homemade syrup from the end of the street.” She laughed again.

A second later Kayla had a plate of pancakes before her and after she had finished it we were all packed into her mother’s car as we drove down to the courthouse.

****Scene 2: Eric’s POV**********************

Several minutes later we arrived at the courthouse. It was just in the nick of time, mere seconds before the bailiff walked out.

“All rise for the honorable Judge Julia Reinhardt,” the bailiff cried. The bailiff was a large portly African-American man and the look on his face was very serious while the judge that he announced looked even more serious than he. If that was even possible.

Judge Reinhardt was a small petite woman in her late fifties or early sixties.

“The case is number 488 in the calendar in the matter of The State of New York Vs. Joseph Smith Jr. Parties have been sworn in you may all be seated.” The bailiff said, just as Judge Reinhardt reached her chair and sat down. Everyone followed suit and sat down.

“Good morning Mrs. Barrett. Mr. Baldwin.” Judge Reinhardt replied. “DA Barrett you can present the prosecution’s opening statement right now.”

The District Attorney Christine Barrett stood up from her chair and walked to the centre of the room, her six inch heels clicking on the floor as she approached the witness judge’s bench.

“Good morning, my name is Christine Barrett you all might know me as the current District Attorney of our fair city of Harmony. I’m also the presiding prosecutor in this case. It is my pleasure to represent the people of the fair state of New York. On the night of January 8th, 2016 the defendant Mr. Joseph Smith attended a party at the Chandler estate in celebration of his son’s engagement to the first victim, Victor Chandler’s grandson Michael Chandler, despite having a known strained relationship with his son’s fiancé’s relatives.” Christine Barrett said.

At the end of the night Victor Chandler lay bleeding in a pool of his own blood with a bullet from the defendant’s nine millimeter lodged in his chest. Weeks later on January 27th, 2016 the defendant fired a second gun, this time at Michael Chandler himself in an effort to conceal the dirty little secret that was in the process of being unraveled.” The district attorney said pointing her finger at my father sitting off to the side in a prison jump suit.

“The defense will try to paint Joseph Smith as loving father who would do anything to protect his family.” The District attorney said with a pause. “But I assure you that this not true. Because the defendant is a cold blooded killer and in few short hours a will present the facts and prove it to you. I warn you that if a guilty verdict is not rendered and this violent would be murderer is allowed to go free it will be at the peril of this city.”

After that the defense attorney and public defender Jack Collins stood up and prepared to make his opening statements. “Good morning, my name is Jack Collins and I shall be representing Mr. Smith in the proceedings. Before I start I would just like to congratulate our district attorney on her marvelous theatrics.” He said breathing hard.

“The prosecution has vividly outlined the details of the case. But she has failed to mention certain particulars and even glossing over the role of a loving father in their miss portrayal of him as a cold hearted and cold blooded murder. In the next few hours you will come to know the man, the real man. The loving father, husband, and son that only wished to protect his family from the threats of a powerful and wealthy man well known for his ruthlessness.” Attorney Collins said.

After that my father’s attorney sat down, at which time Judge Reinhardt spoke. “The prosecution may call its first witness.”

“The prosecution calls Haley Renee Macy to the stand.” District Attorney Barrett said, rising. “She will explain what occurred on the night of January 8th, 2016, the engagement party of Michael Chandler and Eric Smith. She will relay what happened on the night in the simplest of terms.”

Haley got up from her seat in the back of the courtroom and glided to the other end of the room until she had reached witness stand.

“Please state your name,” the bailiff said. “Please raise your right hand.”

“Haley Renee Macy,” Haley replied.

“Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? So help you God……” the bailiff continued.

“I swear it.” Haley replied sitting down ever so nicely at the witness stand.

“Ms. Macy where were you on the night of January 8th, 2016. The night the defendant attended his son Eric’s engagement party?”

“I was attending the engagement party like you said. It was at the Chandler mansion……that really big one that sits up on Raven hill.”

“I assure you Ms. Macy everyone present here is quite familiar with the Chandler mansion.” The district attorney Christine Barrett retorted. “Moving along what where you doing there exactly?”

“I came there to have fun and to enjoy myself.” Haley replied. “I’m always open to free food and the like, plus I love a good show.”

“What do you mean by a good show?”

“Well the defendant’s son and I used to be in a relationship and I just thought it would be fun to go to their engagement party.” Haley continued.

“So to put it plainly you wanted to have a good time…..you wanted to have fun.” The district attorney replied. “Is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am that is correct,” Haley gulped.

“And did you have fun?” the DA added.

“At first….errr. But then um….. I… No ma’am,” Haley mumbled.

“What do you mean? Please elaborate Ms. Macy.” DA Barrett pressed.

“Well right in the middle of the party the lights went out and that’s when we heard a gunshot. It was at that point when it stopped being fun.” Haley chuckled.

“What where you doing when you heard the gun go off?” DA Barrett asked. “What were you doing?”

“I was looking for the bathroom.” Haley sighed.

“And did you eventually come across the bathroom or a bathroom?” the DA said, following up her previous question.

“No I couldn’t find it, but I did managed to stumble across the study, the room where the gunshots came from. When I opened the door someone put something over my eyes and the next thing I know I’m waking up in the room.”

“If you just woke up there how do you know the attempted murder occurred in the room?”

“Well because I saw blood stains on the carpet and plus I heard the gun go off.” Haley added.

“One final question.” DA Barrett added. “Is Joe Smith the person responsible for this attempted murder present in this courtroom today?”

“Objection your honour.” Attorney Collins cried. “Counsellor is leading the witness.”

“Sustained.” Judge Reinhardt spoke. “Counsellor please reword the question.”

“Who is the person responsible for this crime? Are they in this courtroom today?” DA Barrett added. “If yes how do you know it?”

“Yes they are.” Haley replied. “I know it because I saw the shadow of the man who knocked me out.”

“And did it resemble that of Mr. Smith’s?” Christine asked.

“Yes, most definitely.” Haley said with glee. “I wouldn’t forget that especially since that man framed me for murder and almost got me sent to JAIIL!!” she screamed as she waved her finger at my father.

“The witness will control themselves in my courtroom.” Judge Reinhardt snapped.

“Sorry your honour.” Haley said softly

“The prosecution has no further questions for this witness.” The DA chimed in.

“Ok,” Judge Reinhardt smiled. “The defense may now cross exam the witness if they so wish.”

“Yes your honour.” Attorney Collins added, as he stood up adjusting his tie. “We have quite a bit of questions for the witness.”

“Ms. Macy you mentioned earlier that you had a prior relationship with the defendant’s son. What was the nature of this relationship?” Collins asked. “And how exactly did it end?”

“Yes that is correct. Eric and I dated for a while.” Haley replied. “But then we broke up, because he dumped me for Michael Chandler.”

“So your previous relationship with the defendant’s son ended on a bad note? So you were jealous of the new relationship Mr. Smith’s son sparked?”

“Objection your honour!” the DA cried from across the other side of the room. “The counsellor is leading the witness.”


“Where you upset with the outcome of your relationship with Eric Smith? Yes or no.” Collins asked. “Furthermore how did you feel about him dumping you?”

“Objection your honour!” DA Barrett called again. “What relevance does the romantic entanglements between the witness and the defendant’s son have on this case?”

“The prosecution has a good point counsellor.” Judge Reinhardt. “If there is a point to the questioning make it and make it soon.”

“I’m getting there your honour.” Collins replied. “Ms. Macy please answer the earlier question.”

“Yes I was hurt and I was mad at Eric for breaking up with me.” Haley replied.

“If you were so mad at the defendant’s son for breaking up with you and leaving you. Why then did you attend an engagement party in celebration of the relationship that led to the end of your own?” Collins asked. “Does that not seem odd to you?”

“I went because I knew there would be free food,” Haley chuckled.

“Are you sure it was not for another reason?” Collins asked. “You have to admit that the party provided you a perfect opportunity for you to get back at a lover that scorned you. By framing his father for an attempted murder.”

“I’m not framing Eric’s father,” Haley cried. “I’m just telling you what I know.”

“But how do you know it was the defendant who was responsible for the first account of attempted murder when you yourself did not see him.”

“Yes I didn’t see him, but the shadow that I saw was one of a large man.”

“That is not satisfactory,” the defense attorney retorted. “There are hundreds of large men in this town alone. Where there only a few people in attendance at this party?”

“No there were lots.” Haley replied. “Nearly the entire town was at the party.

“So if there were so many people at the party, how can you be certain that my client’s shadow was the one you saw and not someone else’s?” Collins added.

****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV**********************

It took a while for Haley to answer the last question that the defense attorney asked her. But finally she answered him saying “Ummm……I don’t know.”

This answer caused such a silence to fall over the court room that you could have heard an ant breathing.

“You don’t know.” Collins repeated in mocking tone. “The defense has no further questions for this witness your honour.”

“Ok then, the witness may now step down.” Judge Reinhardt replied. “The prosecution may call its next witness.”

“The prosecution calls Eric Smith to the witness stand. Eric stood up and walked over to the witness stand. He was visibly disturbed about being called; he knew he would have to answer a few questions but he didn’t think that he would have to answer them so soon, especially with his mother in the room.

“Mr. Smith how do you know the defendant? And how would you describe him?” the DA asked.

“He’s my father I’ve known him all my life.” Eric replied. “But I’ve noticed certain things…..certain unnerving things about him.”

“Like what?”

“Well for starters he has this extreme hatred for the Chandler family, especially for Victor Chandler.” Eric replied. “On more than one occasion I saw the fire burning in his eyes when his name was mentioned.”

“Would you describe your father as a violent man? Was he ever violent to you or your mother or brother? Did he abuse you in anyway?”

“Not physically, but there was a lot of emotional abuse.” Eric added.

“Like what,” the DA, said following up her earlier question. What specifically did he say to you or your mother in particular?”

“When he discovered I was involved with Michael he was furious….so furious that for a time I actually moved out.” Eric sighed, holding back tears. “Before I left he told me that he was disgusted with me for getting involved with a Chandler.”

“Was he disgusted because you were involve with a man or because you were involved with a chandler?”

“Because I was involve with a Chandler.” Eric sighed.

“Were the two intended victims not both named Chandler?”

“Yes,” Eric muttered.

“I have another question, for this witness.” DA Barrett replied. “Please describe in detail what occurred on January 27th, 2016. Tell us what happened, where you were and what you saw.”

“Ok,” Eric said breathing heavily. “That day I was sitting in detention basically all evening. I received a several missed calls from my boyfriend Michael, telling me to meet him at my house. So I actually only came in at the last few seconds, but when I got there my father.”

“The defendant?” the DA asked.

“Yes the defendant had a gun drawn and was about to shoot him….he was about to shoot my boyfriend.” Eric replied.

“And what would possess your father….the defendant to shoot your fiancé?” Furthermore what was so urgent that your boyfriend Michael had to meet you so soon even while though he knew you were in detention?”

“He had something to tell me. “Eric sighed. “He said it was very important that he tell me, before anyone else found out.”

“And what was this important thing that Michael Chandler had to tell you?” DA Barrett asked. “Don’t keep us in suspense Mr. Smith. What was so urgent?”

“He had learned something about my father……something that he thought I should know right away.” Eric sighed. “Something from my father’s past.”

I could see that Eric was trying his best to avoid the question. I don’t know how visible that fact was to everybody else but it was as plain as day to me.

“And what was this something that Mr. Chandler learned from your father’s past?” the DA pressed. “What exactly did he find out about your father?”

“He found out that my father was lying for a really long time.” Eric said, trying his best not to spill the truth about his father’s infidelity to his mother. “He found out that my father was not the man that he said he was.”

“What do you mean Mr. Smith? Discovering that a person is not who they say they are is not a reason to attempt murder.” District attorney Christine Barrett scoffed. “Please spit it out and tell the court exactly what the defendant was hiding.”

“Objection your honour the district attorney is badgering the witness.” Collins called out from the other desk.

“Sustained,” Judge Reinhardt called. “Counsellor will reword the question.”

“Yes your honour. But the witness is not answering the question” the DA replied.

“The witness will answer the question honestly or be held in contempt of court” Judge Reinhardt added.

“Tell us what exactly your boyfriend Michael found out about your father?” DA Barrett sighed. “Tell all of us here what your father did.”

“He had an affair….he had an affair ok!!” Eric said, breaking down, tears streaming down his face.

“And was there a product to this affair…..did this extramarital union bear fruit?” the district attorney asked.

“Yes,” Eric sighed, breaking down. “Yes ok!!!”

“AUGGHHHH!!!! WHAAAAT!” Eric’s mother shrieked. “What!”

She screamed so loudly that she nearly ripped my ear off. I can only imagine what her outburst did to the rest of the people in attendance at the trial.

****Scene 4: Jake’s POV**********************

I knew that my biological father’s trial was today but I had no attention of going to that courthouse even if they had begged me to go. What reason would I need to go anyway? Nobody except my close friends and Eric and his father knew that Joe Smith was my father. And I wasn’t about to tell the world that, that piece of trash was my real father.

So instead I went to school, even though I knew that the majority of my friends would be at the trial and not in attendance. But I went anyway. Maybe today I would get some actual work done for once. As I was getting ready for school my mother came in and knocked on my door.

“Mom I’m getting ready,” I called out.

“Yes son I know that, but I just found this in the mail.” She said holding out an anonymous letter. I opened it and read it and to my disappointment it was yet another letter from that incessant blackmailer.

“Dear, Jake

This is your last warning to leave Brett Barrett alone and to end the disgusting relationship you have developed with him. End it now or else I will be forced begin divulging information about your personal life. This is your final warning end it or else. As I sign of my seriousness, inside you will find a little video of your escapades. Don’t worry I made copies.

Love your secret admirer….”

Sure enough it was a video of Brett and I having sex in that barn. The video showed me so clearly that there was no denying that it was me sucking Brett’s dick. The video even had a perfect view of Brett and I fucking like animals in the barn. It caught every single thing.

What was I going to do………..

STAY TUNED………………………..



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