I see Charlotte walk in as the judge requests that we all rise. I see her scan the room and immediately notice that she’s still looking for my husband. Veronica must have noticed my anxiety building as she slowly reaches for my hand, taking it in hers for support. Matthew puts an arm around my shoulder as she looks directly at the three of us. She holds her gaze with each one of us before reaching the defense’s table and I feel shudders down my spine. The room felt colder than it had just a moment ago and I felt exposed.“You may all have a seat.” The judge interrupts the commotion of whispers as he bangs his gavel. We all sit down and he begins. “Charlotte Vance, your presence was requested here today to defend yourself in trial. You have been charged with attempted murder, Arson, hiring a assassin/hitman with intent to kill, assault, battery, attempted murder by poisoning, stalking and false imprisonment. How do you plea?” I watch as everyone around me waits in silence.“Not guilty
A nurse knocks at my door vigorously before entering. My immediate annoyance was evident as she instructs me to get up and hands me a flattering pantsuit brought by my previous housekeeper for court.“You’re due in court in an hour. The escorts are to come and get you in ten minutes. Please make sure that you’re ready by then.” She instructs calmly as she leaves without another word. I see the nurses have learned of my arraignment and seem to have changed their normally neutral demeanors. Not that I cared, it was only a matter of time before the storm hit tomorrow and my escape plan executed. I dress fairly quickly and do my hair in the mirror. I sit on the bed and stare at the door for a moment until the men arrive. To my surprise, I find my therapist is also accompanying them. The very one that I seduced and helped in emptying his chamber. I follow them out and am led to a transport van where I’m told to sit in the back once they open the doors. The back was essentially a metal box
The car ride to the courthouse is silent for the most part. I fumble on thoughts of what I could say to ease my sister’s mind but each time I think of something, it seems almost ridiculous. There’s nothing I could say that would change all that Charlotte has done to her. Claire is almost a completely different person because of her and that was hard to watch considering how consistent she’d been after our parents died. I always thought she was unshakable.We pull into the parking garage near the courthouse. Arthur is the first to speak since we began this journey.“Ms, Claire, I will come to the front of the courthouse to pick you up once you are ready. All you need to do is call.” He spoke softly as if trying not to startle her. “Thank you, Arthur. This arraignment might take some time. Please go get yourself some breakfast, there’s no need to sit in this garage, waiting.” She offers a soft smile before Arthur gets out to open her door and nods in response. Claire and I make our way
I can feel Leo’s eyes watching my every move as I get ready to leave for the courthouse. It felt almost like a silent request for me to stay home and forget about the arraignment and Charlotte altogether. I grab my bag, filling it with my milk pump and storage containers. In the event that this took longer than expected, I wanted to make sure I didn’t lose a drop of my milk for the boys. “I’m about to head out.” I say calmly as I fix my hair in the mirror. “Are you sure about this?” I could hear the caution in my husbands’ tone. He wanted nothing more than for me to reconsider but my mind was made up. I needed to have some sort of control and face my fears. “Unfortunately, I am.” I say as I walk over softly and kiss him softly. I then switch my focus to my boys in their bassinet. I lean down and kiss each of them gently. “Mommy will be back soon. Be nice to your dad.” I whisper softly as I touch their cheeks. “Is Matthew going with you?” His hope that I would reconsider had died an
After my little performance with my therapist, he quickly dialed the nurse to return me to my room. I believe his excuse was that I was tired and needed rest. He never so much as reached for his notebook or tried to analyze me. Not that I mind at all. Frankly, I like to think that this visit was far more constructive and beneficial. After being returned to my room, I laid in my bed planning. It was clear to me that this wasn’t the first time that my therapist slipped through the cracks in terms of temptation but it would be the last after he knew what it cost. In him fucking me, he’s given me nothing but opportunity, satisfaction and someone to manipulate. It’s be a shame for him to lose his license. I could almost read the tabloids now. ‘Local shrink dedicated to assisting the mentally ill turns to preying on them - fucking them like animals behind closed doors.’It offered beautiful leverage. Not to mention the throbbing I still felt after our little session as I watched the window
I’m shocked to see Claire’s name illuminating my phone at nine o’clock. I look over at my fiancé sleeping peacefully with our daughter and decide to make a silent exit to the living room before answering.“Hey Claire! Is everything alright?” I ask quickly as I sit down on the couch. I hold my breath until I hear her respond.“Hey, I’m doing okay. How are you? How’s Starla and the baby?” She sounds calm and that alone allows me breathe.“They’re doing great. Starla is great at mothering and our little Scarlett is a dream. She’s so peaceful and kind. How are the boys?” I had gotten notice of her pregnancy and delivery by text and was asked to keep the information to myself. It never felt appropriate to call or text but now that she’s called, I wanted to know more.“They’re doing great. They’re only hitting three weeks so it’s been an interesting experience so far.”“I’m glad to hear it. I can’t wait to meet them.” The thought of both of us living healthy lives and having families warmed