Chapter 12

The family court house is full of folks with half way made families of failed marriages. Especially in the gallery of public seating. A true division of negative hate divided this place up. Worse was not a sign of any angel or demons here. Instead, I knew the Tricksters were here for a show. Here to watch the entertainment of a man that has cursed and bewitched the judge into assuming my mother is at blame here.

He mixed false evidence with my real failing school grades. He put together thus petty story that this was her trying to marry him fir money. My mother's lawyer in spite of being a undertaker, will not break the cruse or bewitching happening. Is going to take the easy plead guilty route.

I want to break this cycle. I want more then just being a mute and assumed for stupid. Nor do I want to be a pawn of his family.

The hammer slams at the frist half of this case flying past. The hardest part is to come. They can finally enforce that I am both thier daughter. No tampering the DNA. No questions ask anymore in doubt, as it would hurt his story if he assumed totally clueless.

"Is the child here today?"

"Pleased to meet you Judge." I came forwards without even anyone to stop me yet.

"She still..." My mother's lawyer frozen on the spot from my voice, "I wish to remind the court that she still suffering post trauma from her last meeting with him." I agree to this. I am brought up to sit near the judge.

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"I am 5 this year. My name is Lauren Fallown. I knew I should also be Seer. But I dislike owning the name. It's been a while since I last spoke at all. So forgive any poor word chooses and my way of backward explanations."

"Your either very polite or have an amazing memory."

"Please don't treat me like the failing system of a American schools. I blame no one but the lack of support to those with learning difficulties. I am not stupid as a teacher once claimed. They don't write that on paper." I cross my arms, "Pleae forgive my rant. I am tired of being..." I waved my left hand in in trying to pick a word, "Not seen the right way." I ended up saying instead.

"I see. Have you ever been in trouble?"

"For asking to much help. Yeah. For fighting or anything else. Only once. I defending myself from being picked on. That school treated me as the bully but I was the one with the most pain."

"Do you know that man over there?"

"His meant to be a father. My father. I have only met him once and that was... well... bad. really bad. Grave stones are boring and I think the snake bite wasn't enough." The judge blinks at me at lot.

"Only once?" He shows me pictures but I touch them and they change.

"None of these are of me. We can't afford nice stuff like a TV or go places. I heard of Disney world. I wish I can go someday." Pictures handed back and the judge stares a lot at such over sight, "I only recognize him in the photos. Who are the other people? What are those children names? Are they here too? Is there doubt of who was their mothers too? Maybe we should doubt his their father." I stop talking and the judge adjusted himself uncomfortable. He stares at the dates on the pictures and my face as references. Slowly the pile is moved to the side to be returned to the accuser. The judge is no longer impressed with him. But now it also wasn't a straight shoot case.

"Little miss. Can you tell me more about the day you met him?"

"I thought he was a kidnapper. I woke up hot in his car. I escape out the car because I never been in it before. It was to clean to be parents car. I sat in the seats of many cars. Way to clean for a parent. Anyway. He got out the store we were parked at, found me hiding from him and he put me back in the car. He didn't tell me who he was and why I was with him. He expected me to drink orange juice without questions. He didn't even open it for me. What parent does that? I didn't trust him to ask for help either. He was to bothered about having me met people then to explain anything to me." I frown in pausing, "Before you turn away to ask him things. I must add that I found his gun in the glove box and a weird stuff like witchcraft in his center thing. I found water there. It's why I didn't drink the orange juice in spite of the hot heat waving out the windows." I sigh, "What was I meant to do if I thought some stranger kidnap me?"

"Ok. So how did you work out he was your father?"

"Mom told me about his hair. His strange religion stuff and his last name was Seer. Just like the documents in the glove box. I don't have to read to know that letters are to prove you have the right to drive. I am not stupid." A glare shot mostly at him as he was blank. It was my lawyer that shivered.

"You can't be lying about all this. It's too vivid in details for me to assume you are memories are scripted."

"I have a document to share." He has the judge eventually take it and read. My mask does to. My psychological report after the store robbery. This puts discredit in my words.

"Ms Haynes." She wasn't being controlled like the secuirty nor was anyone from the Tricksters able to prevent her saying anything. She spoke hours of every last details she learnt about me and her clear evaluation as an independent witness. She clarifies that any post trauma hasn't affected my memory but instead my fear in loud noises. With permission Mr Elston told his veiw of the events around what was going in with me. Furthering that he wished to had helped me sooner on hindsight but grateful of my good Samaritan deed. In spite of being in hold of a gun, my act to defend someone in the way I did. In the hope of no death, the whole room was gripped at the edge by the story.

Yet that judge seems to be taking my good act as a bad thing. Quick to make bad chooses, reflection of poor parenting. My mom under heavy questioning. She shows her current three jobs. She manages with a decent amount of coffee to stay strong throughout this. The turn of questions at him for why he wasn't paying any sort of child support. Returns back to his break of story to reply with denying I am his child. He tries to deflect it to her never telling. Text messages shared of them meeting that day and his replies about when she was about to have me. It came out of her that there was birth complications. She further went into why 4 days after my leave that I returned to hospital in intensive care. My more recent medical records proving once for all what really was the cause. I was born with a allergy towards lactose and red dye medicines. A medical mystery solved with me being older now and in light of a bad turn of events.

The judge finally seems to had enough and was about to throw the hammer down. But I spooked everyone with my wish to speak. When it was clear that this case was over. That a conclusion was made.

"I wish to make a say before you end this case." Judge lightly amused with how involved case had been. Maybe taken with my young age and assuming I had nothing that important.

"Before you make the last judgment and follow the laws as it had to be. Would you please make sure I don't end up with total strangers? I know that you might not be able to keep me with my family. My hard working mom, aunt, uncle, brother and new cousin. I recognize among the crowd that my blood uncle is here with his lovely small knit family. Yet every else is a total stranger to me. Or a man that should have been there for me and instead hurt me both inside and out. Would you please make your choose in consideration of not hurt my family or causing unnecessary things to those with plenty enough? I want to learn. I want to read and write correctly. But don't make my mom collapse. She works hard enough. I know private school is expensive, just as my hospital bills and continuing treatment for what happened."

"Continuing treatment? I didn't know. What are you being treated for?"

"My skin. My hands. I climb on poison ivy to run from that man. I crossed a motor way of four lanes. I was more scared of then rising death by the trucks that day. I am not scared of him now. But my hands are same anymore. Every I touch." It true that I can't use them or close them tight without feeling like hot needles. My skin totally destroyed from the Ivy and the treatment to remove the poison from my skin, "It just more proof that I will be a burden to everyone. They suffer enough."

"I need time think my judgement over." The hammer dropped. My lawyer caught my mom from her collapse. She really was exhausted and overwhelmed but the events. He stares at me with a whole new level. He wasn't looking at me as a child. I don't know if he realizes his mistakes or that I am more then a four year old underneath. Just my input alone had over shot Ms Haynes's mental report. That was wasn't pretending to be mature, that I was beyond myself. Adapted from an background that relied on me to be the adult thinker sooner.

I still recognize that law is law. It divided what humans and animals are measured to according to the living world. I am sure this case as a larger implications in the afterlife side of things. That a uncalled case was on the public talk. A journalist among the crowds wrote notes about everything. I doubt that it will help us against his rich family against my poor struggling mom side.

I became spacey as voiced beyond filtered in up roar. The quaking of many million thousands of sections - my nerve translated into mass book shakes. I am sure my nerve isn't helping across the whole book sections but I can't prevent how I feel.