Page 7 of This Is Law 2
Chapter Three
VIVIAN STERLING
“Vivy, wake up!” the sound of my little brother’s voice awakened me from the deep sleep that I had been in.
I could feel his hand on my shoulder, as he was shaking me, putting in overtime to wake me up.
The second my eyes fluttered open, there was a pain in my head.
I immediately questioned where the pain might have come from.
Not only that, but I woke up confused. I woke up, knowing that something was wrong, but I didn’t quite know what it was.
My covers had been over my head, but the second I pulled it back, and the sunlight that was in my room, coming from my blinds being opened, caused me to look over at my wall, and I could see the big hole that was there.
Seeing that hole and knowing that my father was the one to put it there last night because he’d gotten so angry, caused the confusion to leave me, and last night’s events started flooding my mind, causing my head to hurt even more.
I glanced over at the digital clock that was on my nightstand, and I saw that it was just a little after nine in the morning.
I remember finally closing my eyes around six, so I’d only got three hours of sleep, which explained why I was tired the way that I was.
My eyes left the clock, and they went over to my little brother, who was now sitting on the side of my bed.
He was in his pajamas, which was just a black shirt, and some plaid pajama bottoms. My little brother’s name was Allen, and he was only two years younger than me, making him thirteen.
Although he was thirteen, Allen thought that he was a grown man, so he acted twice his age.
He secretly would smoke weed with a few of his friends that stayed in the same neighborhood as us.
When our parents weren’t home, he would sneak into our dad’s bar area, and take shots, thinking that it made him cool.
Allen played basketball at our school, and he was a cute kid, so all the girls wanted him.
For his age, he was super tall. He was honestly the tallest one in the house, and he didn’t miss a day on reminding us.
He had white skin just as I did, with the same blue eyes that we’d inherited from our father.
Short, blonde hair, that he would often keep gelled up, and all the little girls his age loved his perfect hair.
Allen rarely came in my room though. There was literally a sign outside of my door that said, ‘No boys allowed’.
My own father would respect my rule, and wouldn’t come into my room, which is why I was still in complete shock that he’d barged in here the way that he did, catching me, and Creed in the bed with one another.
“What happened?” I asked Allen, my eyes on him. For him to have come into my bedroom, this had to have been important.
“Dad’s downstairs on the phone. I heard him say detective Stevenson’s name, so I think that’s who he’s talking to. He sounds pretty upset. I heard him screaming, saying something about the case getting tossed out. Something about they were doing illegal stuff yesterday to Creed,” Allen said to me.
Hearing Creed’s name, it saddened me. He didn’t deserve this.
These past few weeks, with the two of us getting to know each other, I learned that Creed was really a good kid.
He had an extremely big heart, and I felt like I was almost getting to a point where he was opening up to me, and I could see that soft side of him.
It may seem like it was no big deal, but just yesterday morning, when he sent me a good morning message, he sent it with a kissy face, and a heart, and that’s something that he’s never done.
Two days before that, we’d got on the subject about his little sister Sarai, and he’d sent a picture of her to me.
He was telling me how he was missing her.
Right when I felt like we were getting somewhere, it was stripped from us, and I felt so bad because it was me that had gotten him into this mess.
From what I knew about Creed, I knew that he was a homebody.
Every weekend that we would talk, he would always have some kind of plans with his brother, and his dad.
Before meeting me, he told me that he never had to sneak out of the house before.
I made him do that, and I’d gotten him in trouble.
It was me that put him in a position to have handcuffs on him, and he was put into the back of a police car, as if he was a criminal.
I knew that whatever it was that we were working towards building was over.
He was never going to talk to me again after this, and that’s what was hurting me terribly this morning.
Before I could even respond back to my brother, I could hear loud footsteps, that sounded like one of a giant, and moments later, my bedroom door pushed open, and it was my dad coming in.
The way he barged into my bedroom, and the rage that I could see in his eyes, it reminded me of what just happened early this morning, when he barged in, and he caught Creed in my bedroom.
“Allen, get out! I need to talk to your sister!” his voice held authority, and a strong bass to it.
My dad was average height, standing anywhere between 5’8 and 5’9.
He had a medium build. He wasn’t ripped in any muscles, with a six pack that he could show off, while prancing around the house with his shirt off, as he stood outside on the patio, flipping burgers on the grill.
Same skin complexion as my brother and I, those same blue eyes, and blonde hair that we had as well.
He was still in his clothes that he had on early this morning, which was a white polo shirt from the brand Brooks Brothers , and without having to ask, I knew that his khaki slacks were from J.
Crew because that was one of his favorite stores to shop at for bottoms. His shoes weren’t on his feet. He was just in socks.
Allen walked out of the room, and once he was out, my dad closed the door behind him, and he aggressively walked over to me, stood by the side of the bed, and he looked down at me with so much disappointment in his eyes.
“Your my daughter, so I’m really trying to watch my delivery with you, but there is no way on God’s green earth that you possibly thought that it was okay for you to bring that trash into my home?—”
“Dad, he’s not trash! He’s no different from me, and Allen!
The only thing that makes him different is his skin tone.
Creed is not a bad kid. He goes to school, and he gets good grades, just like I do.
We’ve taken the same honors classes since we were small kids, and he’s just as smart as me; if not, smarter.
Your trying to paint him out to be some kind of thug, and criminal, when he’s not.
Creed wasn’t the only person that was here last night for the get together.
There were others. Why are you doing all of this?
I understand that I was wrong inviting people over to the house while you and mom were away, but if you’re going to be mad about the people that were here, you need to be mad at everybody.
Not just Creed!” my voice went up an octave because he was making me so angry.
“You had that boy in the room with you?—”
“A room that I invited him into! Your trying to make this a case of me failing to consent, and something where I was taken advantage of, when that’s not the case!
I showed you proof. I showed you my call log, where I was the one to call Creed, and asked him to come over last night!
I showed you the text messages, where I texted him over the address, giving him instructions on getting through the gate, just like I did with everyone else.
Your anger right now, and the personal vendetta that you have right now isn’t about me.
You’re not worried about me! You don’t genuinely feel pain in your heart, thinking that a boy came into my room to sexually assault me.
You know that’s not what happened. You know that’s what you can say though to bring him down.
All of this right now is about your ego!
Creed’s dad has been embarrassing you in court, coming out with a victory each time, so as a form of payback, your trying to get back to him through his son.
The one thing that you know will hurt him.
You’re not looking to get some kind of so-called justice for me.
This is revenge dad, and you know it! Your trying to drag me through this with you, wanting me to lie, paint some picture that didn’t happen, and I won’t do it!
Allen told me that they are planning on throwing the case out.
Good! It needs to stay that way! Because nothing happened,” I screamed, tears falling down my face, my emotions all over the place.