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Me?
I had an alcoholic mother passed out on stained couches. Bills stacked higher than the damn fridge and a juvenile record longer than most grown men.
I doubt anyone was shocked when they arrested me. Hell, they probably threw a party and celebrated my demise. Like the system finally got what it was waiting for… but this?
This wasn’t justice. This was a set up. And the bastard sitting in front of me in his black robe knows it.
Judge Fitzgerald watches me from his throne with cold dead eyes, like he’s already decided what kind of man I’ll become, or maybe he already made sure of it.
Because he isn’t just the judge.
He’s Ophelia’s father.
My jaw tightens so hard it hurts.
Ophelia Fitzgerald.
My Firefly.
Just thinking about her makes my chest cave in.
Six months… six fucking months in holding and she hasn’t visited once.
Not one letter back.
Not one answer to the hundreds I sent her. Her number changed two weeks after I got arrested.
At first, I thought maybe she was scared. Then I thought maybe her father forced her. Now?
Now I don’t know what to think.
That’s the worst part. Not knowing if she still loves me or if she already buried me in her mind.
The last thing I texted her plays in my mind on repeat every night like a song designed to torture me.I’m sorry, Firefly. I love you always.
I sent it because I knew the cops were coming.
I sent it because I was terrified.
I sent it because some part of me knew my life was over.
And I never got to hear her voice again.
My stomach twists violently, and I force myself not to look behind me.
I know she isn’t here.
She wouldn’t be allowed anyway.
Not with her father making sure I disappear forever.
The prosecutor painted me like some drunk delinquent who stole a car and killed a man.
But that’s not what happened.
We weren’t driving a damn thing. We were jacking it.Yeah. Fine. Arrest me for theft. Throw me in juvie for that.
But the car that hit us came out of nowhere. Justin got pinned between the two vehicles before I could even think.
