The Letter

Oli and I are going house searching today. I’m nervous, and I really miss London, it was so much prettier and cooler than LA. This morning I had a call from the judge saying we’d be needed for today’s trail part 1. I was not ready for this… at all. I got dressed and did my hair and makeup, there was one house on the beach Oli and I really wanted, we were hoping that we could get it. It was a 3 bedroom, 4 bath house. I am really excited about it.
As I was just about to walk out the door I saw Austin sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I told Oli I’d be right there, “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I asked patting his knee. “It’s nothing Ash, just, go with Oli, go look for houses.” He flashed me a fake smile. I hugged him and kissed his cheek. I walked outside to see Oli rushing me, I rolled my eyes and got into the car. We drove 20 minutes to get to that beach house.
“You must be the Sykes!” The real estate agent shouted. We nodded and walked over to the house. It was nice, really nice, but really high off the ground. I couldn’t walk upstairs with a baby, nope. “Oli…” I whispered pulling him to the side. “What is it love?” He asked. “I can’t walk up all those stairs and be pregnant.”
He nodded. We walked back to the agent and told her this wasn’t going to work. Then we drove to this house in a suburb, it was like 20 minutes from the city. The house was huge! It was surrounded by trees, it had a pool, and a huge backyard. We signed for that house immediately. By the time we were done with that, it was time for court. Oli drove us to the court house and we waited for the trial to start. It started only 5 minutes after we got there, after they said their opening statements I was the first witness to go up. Ugh.
“Mrs. Manson is it? What’s your relationship with the defendant?” The prosecutor asked.
“I’m his ex-girlfriend.” I said.
“And please, if you don’t mind telling me, when did the first attack happen?”
“We were on tour, the last day to be exact, he came back drunk off his ass, and he wanted to have sex. Of course I was going to say yes, he was my boyfriend, and I loved him. After we finished, I pretended to go to sleep while he went out for a cigarette. His friend Chris, the singer for the band, had asked if he knew how old I was, he didn’t. And I was 16 at the time, not at the age of consent, therefore it was illegal. He came back in screaming, shouting, and cursing. I tried to tell him my age, but he grabbed my neck tightly and held me to the wall. I have pictures of the bruises, if you’d like to see them.” I said handed my phone to the prosecutor.
He took my phone and showed the jury and the judge. They gasped. I told him to scroll through to see all of the other bruises and cuts he had caused. They were flabbergasted. “Then the second time, I had been at a dinner party, chatting with this guy. And after everyone left. He had beat me to the brink of death, continue scrolling to see the pictures. If Oli hadn’t come in when he did, I wouldn’t be able to tell you today. I helped me with my wounds, I refused to go to the hospital.”
“No further questions at this time your honor.” The prosecutor said. The defense judge said the same thing and I was able to step down. Then Oli was called up and asked questions. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if I would’ve let him go to jail…

Notes

I wont update for 4 days, no wifi, and i'll be at camp >.> UGH. I promise i'll update as soon as i come back though <3
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