Page 8 of This Is Law 2

“Obviously before I barged into your bedroom, you and him had to have been pillow talking with each other, and he fed you that bullshit. Do you really think that I go around, living my life, worried about what the fuck his dad has done to me in the courtroom? As a prosecutor, I’m going to win, and lose some.

It just so happens that whenever I go up against Crawford, I lose.

I walk out of that courtroom with my head held high.

Me, not liking Crawford doesn’t have anything to do with our business in the courtroom.

I don’t like him because he’s an arrogant son of a bitch!

My anger doesn’t have anything to do with that right now.

My anger stems from me as a father, needing to protect you.

Right now, your judgement is being clouded by lust, so you aren’t seeing it from my perspective.

A boy gets to come into my house, get in bed with my daughter, and I just got word from detective Steveson that they have no choice but to toss the case out because they didn’t follow proper protocol!

You damn right I’m angry, but it isn’t for the silly reason that you think I’m angry about.

This won’t stop here though. I’m going to make sure that this touches the news, so that the world can rid themselves of that theory that they have about Crawford being this perfect man, with a perfect family.

I’m going to make sure that the world knows the truth! ” he finished, and I scoffed.

“Dad, you just don’t get it, do you? If anyone is living in their truth, it’s the Crawfords!

Creed’s parents went through a tough patch in their marriage, and they decided to call it quits.

They didn’t care what the world had to say about them.

They still divorced, unlike you and mom!

You two front in front of the world, like you both have this perfect marriage, when me, and Allen both know that you hate each other.

Mom doesn’t even sleep in the same room as you.

You won’t even eat the food that she prepares because you believe that she’s trying to kill you.

You two show up to me, and Allen’s school functions, prancing around like the poster board couple, when it’s all a lie!

It’s a lie!” I screamed at him, very emotional right now.

I could tell that he was taken back by my choice of words.

I really didn’t give my parents any problems. I did what I was supposed to do as a kid, and for the most part, I would make the best decisions often.

I’ve never spoken on the problems with my parents that I knew they were having in their marriage.

That’s something that Allen and I would discuss together.

We wanted them to separate. We hated the dynamic of our home.

It was always awkward. Having to relay a message to my dad from my mom, when they would just be a few feet away from each other is crazy.

I think things would be a little better if the two of them just went their separate ways, but like I said, it was their image that they both cared about, so I knew that they wouldn’t allow the world to know that they had marital issue.

My dad didn’t say anything else, so he ended up walking out of my room. He slammed the door behind him, and I sat up in bed for about five minutes more, until I laid back down, pulling the cover over me, and I grabbed my phone.

The first thing that I did was go to social media.

A lot of my friends that were at the party last night, I saw that they had posts in their Instagram stories that I hadn’t seen yet, so I watched them.

At first, it started out with them just posting footage of the fun stuff from the party, but then it turned into them posting footage of Creed being escorted out of the house in handcuffs.

I went through at least ten of my friends stories that were here, and they all were posting footage of Creed getting arrested.

Seeing that, my heart immediately started pounding, so I maneuvered my way over to this page on Instagram that was titled, MessyConfessions.

Our school had a social media account, that was created by someone at the school, that many of us still didn’t know who it was that was running the page.

That page was brutal, and if you didn’t have thick skin, you would let it ruin you.

The thing is whoever was running the page wouldn’t even post things that would be true.

They would literally just be so miserable within their own lives, make up a rumor about someone that they probably had issues with, and whatever rumor they made up, the entire school will run with it.

I’ve been posted on that page multiple times, and everything that was ever posted about me were lies.

The second that I made my way to the page; I saw that Creed had been posted.

It was the same video that was in everyone’s story, with him being in handcuffs, and getting in the back of a police vehicle.

People who didn’t even attend our school had access to the page, so here it was, the video had only been posted for two hours, and it already had 1.

2 million views, and over fifty thousand comments.

The amount of shares that it had was crazy too.

I went through the comments, trying to see what people were saying.

A lot of people were in the comments, wanting to know what he did.

So many people knew Creed, so there was more positivity in the comments, than there was negativity.

I saw lies. The rape accusations had already started.

My name had been brought up plenty. As I was scrolling, reading what people were saying, a tear hit my arm, and I hadn’t even realized that I had been crying.

I went over to Creed’s page, and he wasn’t active.

I knew that I was the last person that he wanted to hear from, but I wanted him to know that I had his back in all of this, so I ended up calling him, only for my call to go straight to voicemail.

Before I had time to process that that’s what happened, a facetime call came in from my mom.

I wanted to so badly decline her call, but I was hurting right now, and I needed to talk to her.

My mom wasn’t like my dad. She wasn’t an asshole like him.

She wasn’t going to see something, and became delusional, and started making up what she thought happened.

She would get the story from me, and we would go from there.

I answered the facetime call, propping the phone up on a nearby pillow, allowing her to have full access of my face.

I could tell that she was in her hotel room.

She was dressed in a black robe, and she was sitting down, doing her make-up.

My mom was a beautiful woman. She was beautiful to the point that I didn’t have any understanding why she wouldn’t just walk away from my dad because I knew that if guys found out that she was single, that they would be breaking their necks to get a chance at her.

She was about 5’9, and just like me, she was slim.

We were practically the same size, so a lot of times, I would go shopping in her closet.

She used to have this permanent glow about her, where she always looked happy, and like everything in her life was going well, but the problems that she was having with my dad had taken away that glow, so these days, she always looked drained, tired, and sad.

She had the same ash blond hair that I did, and right now, she had it pinned up.

She wouldn’t take her hair down until she was finished with her make-up.

Her eyes were a light brown color, and because my mom had big, vibrant eyes, they stood out, so the hurt, and her heavy emotions were right there.

“Vivian, what’s going on? I’m getting phone calls from the other moms at the school, telling me about this mess that happened last night.

Of course, your father didn’t tell me anything about this, so I had to receive news about my own daughter from other people.

What happened? Your dating Creed Crawford?

I didn’t know anything about that,” the look in her eyes held pure confusion.

I didn’t have a strict mom. I could come to her, and tell her who I was dating, and she would give her input, letting me know if she felt like they were a good catch, or not.

I never told her about Creed though because Creed told me that he wanted to keep what we were doing on the low, so he asked for me not to tell anyone, and I respected it.

“If the moms are telling you stuff that they saw on social media, don’t believe that stuff because what their saying in those comments are a bunch of lies.

Nothing happened, mom. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but when you and dad left yesterday, I invited some friends over from school.

Creed and I have been talking for a few weeks, but we aren’t dating.

Dad came home last night, and he caught us in my bedroom together.

We were only kissing. He’s blowing this entire thing out of proportion, mom.

Coming up with all kind of lies. Could you please talk to him?

It’s like he’s going out of his way to try and destroy Creed.

He has so much on the line with his future.

He doesn’t need the whole world to think that he did something to me, when he didn’t.

I already have it made up in my mind that after I get myself together today, I’m going to get on social media, and I’m going to tell the truth.

I’m not going to let Creed be lied on like this.

It isn’t fair,” I shared with her, and as I was talking, she kept her eyes on me and continued to nod her head.

“I don’t know anything personal about the Crawford’s, but I do know that the stuff that I was told this morning, that he’s been accused of, I don’t believe it for one second.

I had the pleasure of being around his mother for the past 10+ years.

We don’t know each other personally, but we’ve sat in meetings together at your school, we’ve done mother’s day brunches at the school, and back when she really was hands on with the PTA at the school, I’ve saw her in action.

She’s the definition of a good mother. Her, and Sevyn are great parents.

I’ve seen her boys around campus. They come from good parenting.

It’s in the way they carry themselves. I don’t believe for a second what their saying about Creed,” my mom’s words calmed me down, and I was glad that she was seeing this situation through the same lenses as I was.

“What are we going to do mom? Dad is on a mission to destroy him,” I responded. She kept quiet for a little bit, and then she sighed.

“Okay, well I do agree with you getting on social media and clearing the air. Tell the truth. Creed is your friend, so I totally understand that you wouldn’t want him to be punished by the world for something that you know he didn’t do.

Do you have screenshots of the messages?

Stuff where you invited him over to the house?

Maybe something where you have the address, too?

You know I don’t watch those cameras, but do you have any camera footage of when he arrived at the house?

” she asked, firing off question after question.

“I can take screenshots of our text messages. Don’t be mad at me, but when I planned this whole get together at the house, I made the cameras go offline, so it didn’t pick up any footage.

If your choosing to help me with this, you know you’re basically crossing dad.

Are you planning to do that? It’s going to cause even more problems in your marriage,” I shared.

“I don’t think that nothing can be bigger than the influx of problems that me, and your father already have.

You stay out of that. Let me deal with him.

I wouldn’t say that I’m going against him, though.

I’m standing beside my daughter and doing what’s right.

I have children as well. I couldn’t imagine either one of my children being accused of something that they didn’t do.

This is heavy. These accusations could ruin his life,” she shared. Her words made me feel much better.

“Before you go, why did dad come home early?” I wanted to know.

“He texted me and told me that he wasn’t going to make the convention because he wasn’t feeling well.

According to him, he had a migraine and didn’t have it in him to go through another day full of panels.

That’s what he says. Truth be told, if you had the cameras offline, he probably got wind of that, and that’s why he came home.

If that’s the case, I didn’t expect him to tell me because you know he likes to think that I’m too worried about being the cool mom, instead of the disciplinarian, so he probably didn’t tell me the real reason because he probably thought that I would text you, and warn you,” she said, and that made sense to me.

We talked for a little while longer. She let me know that she was going to be busy this morning, and afternoon, but she still told me to text her over what I was going to post on social media before I did it.

I assured her that I would, and then we hung up.

After that, I just flopped down on the bed, putting my arms over my forehead.

I was stressed out. It wasn’t even ten yet, and so many things had already happened.

I was going to get myself together, so that I could get online, and defend Creed.

I was putting my relationship with my father on the line by crossing him, but I had to do what I had to do.

I didn’t want Creed to think that I was just another white girl that was set out to intentionally destroy another black, innocent man.