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The Despicable Truth

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What did you guys think of the last chapter?. Was it too long and boring or was it okay?. I'm worried that this book was pointless and now I'm over thinking SOMEBODY REASSURE ME!.
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HAROLD CASSIDY

My lips almost quivered as I took to the stand, promising to tell the truth and nothing but the truth to the prosecution attorney who then allowed me to sit, listen and answer his questions. I was terrified once I sat upon the podium. I couldn't tell which was more frightening; the fact that I had to replay the memory of my wife trying to kill my child, or the fact that my wife who tried to murder my child was stood watching me with tears in her eyes.
She was pathetic. That was the only thing I kept repeating inside of my head.
'Pathetic woman. Pathetic excuse for a mother. Pathetic wife. Pathetic.'
I don't think I would've got through the trial without those words of wisdom.

"Please state your name for the court." Franklin said to me, his eyes soley on mine.

"Harold Arthur Cassidy." I said after him, squeezing my fingers together under the top of the podium.

"Mr Cassidy, can you please tell the court what you witnessed the day of July 28th, 1985?." He asked me with his eyebrows raised, waiting for my response.

"I witnessed my wife beating the life out of my daughter." I said blankly, hoping that this was the only way not to cry. I wouldn't have cried for the death of my daughter, I would've cried for lying about the death of my daughter.

"And what do you recall, to the best of your ability, about the inhumane treatment you witnessed in your own home that day?." He asked me and I could sense that he had a slight feeling of anger towards me.

He blamed me too, just like the rest of them.

"I remember entering the house and hearing Maureen screaming from upstairs. I couldn't hear Kim, but I knew she was in the house. I ran up the stairs with my son, David, and Maureen was in Kim's bedroom with Kim in the corner, lifeless on top of shattered glass from her wardrobe where Maureen had, presumably, smashed Kim's head against the glass on the doors." I spoke from memory, blurring out everything and everyone in that room.

"Was the victim breathing when you and your son, David, found the two of them in the room?." He asked and I cocked my brow, having heard him already ask this to David but in a different manner.

"Hardly." I mumbled and looked over to my family in the stands. "David told me he couldn't find a pulse in his panicked state as I dragged Maureen from the room, but he found it eventually." There wasnt much tone to my voice, but that was just because the memories in my mind were too hideous for me to speak aloud.

"And what did you do once you entered the room?." Franklin asked me with that same pen in between his fingers.

"I dragged Maureen from the room and down the stairs. She kicked and screamed at me, threatening to kill me too. I tried to get her to calm down, I tried so hard to tell her to stop, but she was adamant." I took a breath before I spoke my next words. "She said 'the devil made her do it'. She screamed it over and over again. All she kept saying was 'let me go. I need to do this. The devil made me do it. She is the devil. She made me do this.' And at the time, I had no idea what she meant." I finished and forced myself to keep my eyes away from the monster.