Chapter 1
"The court finds Matilda Wilson Guilty of murdering Rebecca Wilson and sentences you to juvenile detention until your 18th birthday. Court adjourned" the judge declared. I was standing next to an incompetent lawyer who didn't speak once in my case. He was a legal aid attorney appointed by the court, not because my family couldn't afford a lawyer but because they believed I was guilty.
Harry my supposed father's best friend said so. He was the one to push my mother down the stairs and then blamed me and my family believed him. None of them even bothered to ask me or check the video footage from that day. Wait they aren't my family nope I won't give them that title anymore. I welcomed juvie as an escape from them. November 7th was my freedom from them. Two months ago when I lost my mother they turned on me. After I was charged for a crime I didn't commit, I was sent back to live with them and that's when the abuse started. It first was ignoring me and snide comments calling me names but when they didn't get the desired reaction from me after the first two days of me begging them to believe me, it turned physical. Oh, and my so-called father didn't care he joined in several times. Harry, just watched smiling like he won the lottery.
I was standing in the courtroom waiting to be handcuffed and taken away when every one of my three brothers spat on me while my father looked at me with hatred. Harry came and shook the hand of my lawyer and thanked him before whispering to me "Enjoy the time princess and thanks for taking the wrap". I would not let them see me break. They are nothing to me. I looked Harry in the eyes and said "You will pay. I am coming for you Harry. You have 5 years and then you better run". I will make every one of them pay for this. I will make them pay for hurting me and turning their backs on me their supposed family. The officer who had heard what Harry had said looked at me with sympathy before handcuffing me and walking me out of the courtroom.
I didn't look back just one step in front of the other. I can do this, one day at a time. I am 13 and a half, I have 4 and a half years to get through in juvie then I will allow myself 6 months before I go after every one of those monsters and make them regret the last two months of my stay.
It wasn't always like that. We were once a happy family. My mum and I were the only girls in a house full of males. We would have spa days and mother-daughter time. My dad would make daddy-daughter days and always have time for me. He would listen to me speak and come and watch me at all my touch football games. He took me to my dance classes and watched all my performances. He was proud of me and I believed in his love. My brothers and I were normal siblings laughing and fighting with each other like any other siblings. My dad is a businessman and we were well off. Anything we wanted we got.
My eldest brother Joshua was 8 years older than me. He started at uni doing a business degree when he was 18 to work with my father. He was the spitting image of my dad with brown hair but he had brown eyes. He was 6ft 5 and worked out daily. No one knew where he got his brown eyes from because both my mum and dad had blue eyes. My second eldest brother Lucas was a mix of my father and mum. He was 6ft 2 with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He is 6 years older than me and goes running daily. He was the typical jock involved in any sport. He used to be the coach of my touch football team. He also started at uni studying business to help in my father's company. Then there is my other brother who is 4 years older than me. Ethan was still in school and was the arrogant bad boy of the school. He is as tall as Lucas with brown hair and blue eyes. He has Dad's features and he and I were very close. We attended school together so spent more time with each other. But that changed the day my mother was killed. He turned just like the rest of them. I am glad I look like my mother. To be honest, I was her mini-me. I had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. I had big plump lips and was 5ft 3. I was developing still but hoped I had the hourglass figure like my mum did. She was gorgeous. She had a smile that would light up a room. God, I miss her.
I'm brought back to reality as we enter a cell at the bottom of the court house and the guard takes my cuffs off. He was looking at me while I kept my head down. He handed me some face wipes and told me to remove my make-up and jewellery. I took the wipes and the zip-lock bag and began to remove the makeup from my face. The guard gasped as the bruises on my face were no longer covered by the makeup. "Who did that to you?" He asked. "What does it matter?" I asked. "I heard your lawyer and I think his name is Harry talking. You didn't do it" he said. I just nodded and the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I continued to remove my jewellery and handed it to the guard. I will allow myself this minute well actually 10 minutes to break down and then I'll pick myself back up and focus on what needs to be done. writing here…
