Decree of Hope

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“You couldn’t frame me, so you’ll frame my brother!” I screamed.

“What?” Jackson asked.

McGarrett ignored us both and continued to read Jackson his rights.

Abe wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. “Kailee, calm down.”

With all my weight, I pushed against his arms, but it wasn’t enough. I gave in to tears and buried my head in his chest. I couldn’t watch. This was worse than when I was arrested. I never got in trouble. No one would have believed I did this. No one would believe Jackson didn’t do it.

I wiped tears from my eyes and turned to face the cops. “Why? Why are you doing this to us? Why can’t you leave us alone?”

McGarrett pulled my brother across the threshold of the door by the chain of his cuffs. “You probably need to tell her about it. It’ll be worse if she sees it in court.”

I turned to Abe. “Tell me what? Sees what in court? What happened? You knew about this?”

McGarrett used the chain link to drag Jackson away, but Mohammed stood in my doorway staring at Abrahem. “You hear that? She’s already ready to turn on you. I told you, big hero, white girls aren’t worth it.”

“Get the hell out of here!” Abe growled.

“Abe, what is he talking about?”

Mohammed grinned. “Abe found the evidence for us. We’re too fat and lazy to do our job.” He shrugged then looked at Abe. “I don’t know how we could have found it. After all, the Christian was there first.” Mohammed left.

I put my hands on his chest and shoved him as hard as I could. “What? You did this?”

“Kailee, I didn’t do it to put your brother in jail. It was the only way to get you out.”

“You could have at least talked to me about it. How could you do this?” I was sobbing again, and this time there was no stopping. I couldn’t believe the one person in the world I trusted would do this to me.

“How could I do what? Get you home? I was worried, Kailee.”

“I’ve seen my dad as his client in the last week more than as his daughter for the last fifteen years of my life. Jackson’s the only family I have, and you put him in jail.”

“Kailee, he was going to let you rot there. He didn’t care when it was you.”

“He didn’t do it!”
“How do you know?”

“I just do.”


I sat down on the floor and buried my head in my knees. I couldn’t think anymore. This couldn’t be real. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did.

He sat down beside me, and put an arm around me. I didn’t want him to touch me anymore, but I didn’t have the energy to move.

“Kailee, it’s on tape. Your brother set that mosque on fire with a girl inside it. You spent a week in jail for it, and he was never going to tell anyone.”

It wasn’t true. Jackson didn’t burn a mosque, especially not with someone inside. He was a jerk and a jackass. I could admit that, but he wasn’t an arsonist or a murderer. And if he had set that mosque on fire, he wouldn’t have let me go to jail for it.

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