Diary Of An Unrequited Love

Written By: Richey

Edited By: Riley



Chapter Seven

Kevin pulled his truck into the closest parking spot to the road, shifted it into park, and turned it off. He turned around and looked at me.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be just fine." I replied. "It makes me feel good when you ask me that."

"You're my guy." Kevin picked his cell phone up and looked at it. "I'd do anything to protect you."

I leaned over and kissed him on his cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Kevin got out of the truck. I just sat there, trying to coach myself out of the truck to go inside.

I didn't really want to see any of my family members on the last court day and I sure as hell didn't want to see any of them today either. I doubt my grandmother would be allowed back in the room after her outburst.

"You coming?"

I shook my head, bringing myself out of my daze and looked at Kevin, who had walked over to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door.


I got out of the truck and Kevin closed the door behind me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded my head. "I'm just a little nervous. That's all."

Kevin placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

"Don't be nervous. I know that there is no way to bring your family back, but that bitch will get what she has coming to her."

Kevin walked with me to the front steps of the courthouse. I stopped walking when I saw my grandmother, August and Aunt Linda standing at the top of the steps to the courthouse.

I looked at Kevin

"Don't pay any attention to them. They are just trying to get a reaction out of you."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up the court house stairs.

I walked right on by granny, August and Linda. I could feel them glaring at me as I walked by them.

Kevin stopped and grabbed the doorknob to open the door.

I felt something hit me on the back of the head.

I turned around to see my grandmother's purse come flying at my head. I ducked and the purse hit Kevin in his head.

He let go of the doorknob of the courthouse and turned around.

"You leave my daughter alone!" My grandmother slapped me across the face. "She wouldn't ever kill anyone!"

She started slapping me all over my body. There wasn't a single spot of my body that was safe from her wrinkled old hands.

I couldn't hit her. She was old and I was pretty sure she wasn't in her right mind the way she was acting. Linda and August both just stood there watching, holding back grins.

"Leave him the hell alone!" Kevin shouted.

"Is Ryan's little faggot boyfriend coming to the rescue?" August teased.

Kevin turned and looked at August. His face was bright red from anger.

"You shut the hell up!" He shouted at her.

I hated August. I pretty much always had. I hated her even more knowing what her mom did to my family.

She was six years older than me and had never acted like it. She always teased me calling me everything from momma's boy to fag.

She had long stringy brown hair and a nose that looked like it belonged on a pig's face. Her cheeks looked like they were filled up with air. She was pregnant, but was so large and round to start with that if you didn't know her you wouldn't know that she was pregnant.

My grandmother stopped hitting me and looked up at me.

I'm not the tallest person, but she was even shorter than me, so she had to look up at me.

"You make me sick!"

She spit in my face.

I wiped it off.

I looked at Linda, who was just standing there taking in the whole thing, not moving or saying a word.

"I hope you get AIDS and die!" August shouted. "I'm sure your little boyfriend is already infected!"

I heard someone running inside the courthouse. The doors flung open and two cops, one a man and the other a woman came out.

"What is going on here?"

I looked at his name badge and saw it said Sharp.

"We were walking up the steps and just as we were getting ready to go inside his grandmother started assaulting him verbally and physically." Kevin replied.

"I was just putting the little bastard in his place." My grandmother replied.

Kevin pointed at August. "She started calling both me and Ryan all kinds of names."

Officer Sharp looked at my grandmother.

"If I remember correctly, you aren't even supposed to be here. You were slapped with a fine and told not to come back." He reached on his belt and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. "I'm going to have to arrest you ma'am."

He grabbed her hand to place the handcuffs on her wrist. She jerked her hand away.

"You get your hands off me!" She shouted. "You can't arrest me for disciplining my grandson who needed it."

He grabbed her arm tighter this time. He placed the cuff on her right hand.

"You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I have just said to you? "

My grandmother looked up at the officer.

"Yes. I understand that you are a damn fool and I will have your job. My husband used to be the mayor."

I looked at Officer Sharp.

"My grandpa was the town drunk."

I watched as Officer Sharp escorted my grandmother down the stairs and towards a cop car.

The remaining officer looked at August and Linda.

"I can't exactly arrest you two for anything, but I have my eye on you." He threatened. "Now get inside and if I see you come within five feet from these two, I will arrest both of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am." Both Linda and August said at the same time.

I could tell they felt like idiots now. They didn't have much to say now that the cops had come out.

"Now get inside."

The lady officer opened the doors and ushered Linda and August inside the courthouse.

"I think it would be best if you two both went to the prosecuting attorney's office as soon as you are done here and got a protection order against those two and the old lady." She suggested.

"We will." Kevin told her.

She opened the door for us. Once we were inside the lobby of the courthouse, she followed us to the courtroom door and stopped. She turned around and looked at me.

"I'm sorry about what that monster did to your family."

"Thank you." I replied.

She opened the door for us and we walked inside.

Kevin and I walked over to the exact same spot on the right side of the courtroom where we were sitting at on Friday. Aunt Faye was there waiting for us. I sat down on her left, and Kevin sat next to me.

"How are you holding up this morning?" She asked.

"I'm okay." I replied. "Had a run in with Linda, August and granny outside, granny was arrested because she wasn't supposed to be here."

Aunt Faye grabbed me, hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm so sorry sweetie."

The sound of the doors to the jury chambers opening made all of the chatter throughout the court room stop. The jury walked up to the jury stand to the right of the courtroom.

It almost seemed like a repeat of Friday.

The bailiff stepped forward from his post to the left of the judge's bench.

"All rise. The Court of the State of Arkansas is now in session, the Honorable Judge

Mary Kathryn Davis presiding."

Everyone stood up. I noticed Cynthia sat down for a little longer than everyone else until Madison leaned over and whispered something to her.

Judge Davis came out of the judge's chambers, walked over to the judge's bench and sat down.

"Court is back from recess in the case of The State of Arkansas vs. Cynthia Loraine Wilson Boyd." She said into the microphone in front of her. "You can be seated."

Everyone sat down under Judge Davis' command.

Madison leaned over and whispered something to Cynthia. She grinned at whatever it was that Madison had said to her.

"Today we will continue the case of The State of Arkansas vs. Cynthia Loraine Wilson Boyd." She looked at Chris Taylor at the prosecution table. "Is the prosecution ready to begin?"

"Yes your honor." Christopher answered.

"What about you Ms. Horowitz? Is the defense ready?" She asked.

Madison smiled. "I believe we are your honor."

She got up from the defense table and walked to the front of the courtroom.

"The defense would like to call Dr. Kenneth Walls to the stand." Madison announced.

A middle aged man with tiny wire framed glasses and brown hair made his way to the witness stand. He took a seat and the bailiff stepped forward to swear him in.

"Please raise your right hand." The bailiff instructed.

The doctor did as he was told and raised his right hand.

"Do you affirm that the evidence you shall give to the court and jury in this trial, between the State and the prisoner at the bar, shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"Yes." The doctor replied in an overly confident voice.

"Please state your full name and occupation for records." Madison told the judge.

"Kenneth James Walls," he replied. "I am a psychiatrist."

"How long have you been in practice doctor?" Madison asked.

"I have been in practice since 1990. I spent five years working at St. Vincent's Infirmary in Little Rock and have ran my own practice since 1995. I have gone above and beyond on what the state board requires for yearly certifications."

Once again he was smug and overly confident with himself.

I didn't like this guy at all.

"What test did you use on my client doctor?"

Dr. Walls took his glasses off and sat them down on the witness stand. He ran his hand through his hair and shifted his weight in the chair from one side to the other.

"The first one that I ran was a competency screening test. This test is used to determine if a defendant is competent to stand trial." Dr Walls explained. "Ms. Boyd scored a two."

"So she is competent to stand trial." Madison stated.

Dr. Walls nodded his head. "That's correct."

"After examining my client thoroughly, did you feel that she had a moment of insanity during the murders she is accused of committing."

"Absolutely." He replied.

Madison looked at the jury.

"With that said, there is no way that Ms. Boyd could have known what she was doing during the time of the murders." She said. "I have no further questions."

Madison walked back over to the defense table and sat down. She leaned over and whispered into Cynthia's ear. Cynthia nodded her head to whatever it was that Madison had said to her.

"Does the prosecution have any questions for the witness?" Judge Davis asked Chris.

Chris got up and walked to the front of the witness stand.

"So you said that Ms. Boyd suffered from a moment of insanity during the murders?" He asked the Dr. "Is that correct?"

"Yes." Dr. Walls answered. "That's correct."

"What about during the time she tried to suffocate Mr. Wilson when he was in a coma in the hospital?" Chris asked. "Was that a moment of insanity also or was it a premeditated act?"

Dr. Walls looked up at the ceiling.

I did the same thing when I was taking a test in school and didn't know the answer to a question. It was as if looking up at the ceiling tiles would give you the correct answer.

He placed his hands on the table and clasped his fingers together.

"Well,-" he began, but couldn't exactly find the words that he was looking for.

"It's a simple yes or no question." Chris asked. "Is it yes, she did suffer from insanity or no, it was a premeditated act?"

Madison stood up from her seat.

"I object your honor." She exclaimed. "The councilman is badgering my witness."

Judge Davis slammed her gavel down.

"Over-ruled." She looked at Dr. Walls. "Please answer the question."

Madison huffed and sat back down.

"No." Dr Walls replied. "It wasn't premeditated. She knew what she was doing during that time in the hospital."

"So she went back to finish the job that she wasn't able to finish earlier because she didn't want to leave any witnesses and wanted to pawn the murders off on someone else. Is that correct?" Chris asked.

Dr. Walls, who had been sitting up straight in the chair was now slouching down. His arrogant demeanor was now gone.

"Yes." Dr. Walls replied.

"I have no further questions for this witness your honor." Chris told Judge Davis.

He walked over to his table and sat down. He leaned over and spoke to one of his associates then started writing rapidly on his notes in front of him.

"Do you have any more questions for the witness Ms. Horowitz?" Judge Davis asked.


"Please call the next witness for the defense." Judge Davis instructed.

Madison picked up a piece of paper from the table, got up and walked up to the front of the courtroom. She stood in front of Judge Davis with her back facing everyone else.

"I would like to call Cynthia Boyd to the stand."

She turned around and looked at Cynthia.

A police officer stood up from behind Cynthia. I honestly hadn't even noticed him there before. I really tried not to look that way very much.

The officer was an older guy with dark brown hair that was balding on top and a mustache.

He walked over to the chair at the defense table that Cynthia was sitting in. I watched as she stood up and saw that her hands were shackled in front of her.

The officer grabbed the chain connecting her hands together and led her towards the witness stand. When she started walking, I noticed that her feet were shackled together too.

This made me smile on the inside, just the idea that she was being treated like the animal that she was made me happy.

He helped her into the chair at the witness stand and then stood behind her with his arms folded.

The bailiff walked over to the witness stand. He raised his right hand and looked at her.

"Please raise your right hand."

She raised her right hand like instructed.

"Do you affirm that the evidence you shall give to the court and jury in this trial, between the State and the prisoner at the bar, shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"Of course I do." She replied.

The bailiff walked back over to the left side behind the judge and stood back in the exact same spot he was in before.

Madison walked over to the witness stand and looked at Cynthia.

"Please state your name and occupation for the court records."

"My name is Cynthia Lorraine Wilson Boyd, I am a registered nurse at Circle of Life Hospice."

Madison looked at the piece of paper that she held in her hand.

"How long have you been a nurse for?"

"Approximately 27 years, ever since I was twenty."

"How many lives have you saved?"

"Countless. I love the pleasure of knowing that it was me that helped someone get better and working in the hospice, it was the joy of helping someone find joy during the end."

That was a bunch of crock. She seemed to take pleasure in murdering my family and did she give them joy while she was murdering them? Hell no she didn't.

"What was your marriage to Lewis Boyd like?" Madison asked.

"We were married in 1983 after having dated for a year; I loved him and I felt that he loved me. We had our oldest daughter Elly in 1984 shortly after we got married. Luckily I had her during the summer while I was on break from nursing school. In 1986 I had August and then in 1990 I had Austin. Not too long after Austin had started school, I found out that Lewis had been cheating on me. I confronted him and he beat me badly. He apologized and we worked out our problems. A few months after that a woman came to the hospital that I was working at and told me that she was pregnant with Lewis' baby. He and I separated for a few months and then got back together. I became pregnant again and miscarried because Lewis beat me up so badly. We tried to work it out again and it came to an abrupt stop when I found out he was cheating on me with two women this time. We separated and he begged me to take him back. I wouldn't and he died of a heart attack shortly after that."

"Would you describe yourself as a battered woman during your marriage to Lewis?" Madison asked.

Cynthia nodded her head. "Yes, I would."

I reached over and squeezed Kevin's hand as hard as I could. It was the only thing I could do to keep from going up there and punching her in the face. She was trying to play victim now and make everyone feel sorry for her.

I looked at the jury, but couldn't gauge an expression from any of them.

"How would you say your relationship with your brother Ronald was?" Madison questioned.

"It was great. He was my younger brother and we were really close growing up. We did everything together until he got married to that bitch Meredith and she didn't much like me."

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist together.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

I had to keep my cool even though she was bad mouthing my dead mother.

"I will not allow that kind of language in my court room." Judge Davis looked over at Cynthia.

"Yes your honor." Cynthia replied.

"What did Meredith do to make you hate her so much?" Madison asked.

"She didn't want my brother to have much to do with me. At all of our family gatherings everyone was there except for my baby brother. She wanted them to always go to her families' houses for all of the holidays. She was the reason why my son Austin is in prison."

"How would you describe the kids of Ronald and Meredith?"

Cynthia looked right at me.

"Ryan, the oldest has been a little weird ever since he was a little kid. The way he dresses, the way he talks. He always wanted to please his mommy." She smiled. "Then Neal the middle son was a handful, always getting suspended from school and not wanting to listen to anyone. Then Jonathon the youngest, I am pretty sure he was drinking and doing drugs."

"Do you miss your brother and nephews?"

Cynthia looked at the judge then at the jury. She started crying.

"Of course I do. I would do anything to have them back."

"I have no further questions." Madison said to Judge Davis.

She walked to her table and sat down.

"Does the prosecution have any questions for the witness?" Judge Davis asked.

"Yes your honor."

Chris grabbed a folder off the table in front of him. He stood up, walked to the front of the courtroom and stood in front of the witness stand.

"So your marriage to Lewis Boyd wasn't exactly cookies and cream?" Chris asked Cynthia.

"That's right."

"He cheated on you with ten different women?"


"But earlier you didn't say how many women he cheated on you with, but how many times he cheated on you."

"He cheated on me with ten times."

"He supposedly beat you." Christ stated. "Did you ever hit him back?"


She gave Chris her "I've had enough of your stupid questions" look. It didn't affect him one bit. You could tell that he had been doing this for years.

"What about September 1st, 1995?" Chris asked. "Does that date ring any bells?"

Cynthia shook her head.

"No. Should it?"

Chris opened his folder and took out a piece of paper.

"That was the day that Lewis Boyd was taken to the emergency room because he was stabbed in the stomach with a fork." He paused briefly. "He was stabbed by you. He was stabbed so badly that he was put in ICU. Does it ring any bells now Ms. Boyd?"

"I remember it briefly." Cynthia replied. "He hit me and I wasn't going to take it."

"That's what you told the cops. You were also examined and the doctors weren't able to find any bruises internally or externally. You stabbed him for no apparent reason."

He laid the document he had been looking at down on the judge's bench. Judge Davis picked it up and looked at it.

"Did your sister in law Meredith ever give you a reason why she didn't like you?" Chris asked.

"No. She just didn't like me."

"Do you remember back in 1983?" Chris asked. "You were arrested for molesting your nine year old brother Ronald. Could that be why she didn't like you? She knew what kind of person you were."

Cynthia looked over at Madison.

"I object!" Madison stood up. "The prosecution is badgering my witness."

Judge Davis shook her head and slammed her gavel down.

"Motion overruled." She looked at Cynthia. "Please answer the question."

"It happened I didn't know what I was doing." Cynthia exclaimed.

I couldn't believe it. How sick can one person be? How could she molest her baby brother?

"You said you were a nurse for how long?" Chris asked.

"Twenty seven years."

"I checked the state board of nursing registry and saw that your license was suspended from December 1996 to November 1997. Do you care to explain this?"

"I was framed." She replied. "One of the other nurses who had been sleeping with Lewis was stealing the patients pills and doing it under my name and it came down on me. I got my license back and have had it ever since."

"What it seems like to me Ms. Boyd is that you don't ever own up to your mistakes; it was always someone else. The other nurse trying to frame you, Ryan Wilson trying to frame you for his own attempted murder and the murder of his family. I think we have a pattern going on here. Do you think so?"

"No sir." Cynthia replied.

"I have no more questions for this witness." Chris said to no one in particular. "It is obvious that she has a history of lies and deceit and somewhat of a criminal record that no one knew about."

Chris walked smugly back over to his chair and sat down.

"Do you have any more questions for your witness Ms. Horowitz?" Judge Davis asked Madison.

"No your honor."

I was so glad that Madison was the defense lawyer and not the prosecutor. She wasn't as experienced as Chris and it showed. This made me more hopeful that the outcome of the trial would be what I wanted.

"You can be seated."

The police officer standing next to Cynthia walked over to her and helper her from the witness stand. He led her back over to the defense table and she sat down. He walked behind her and sat down where he was at before.

"Call your next witness." Judge Davis told Madison.

Madison stood up. She looked embarrassed.

"There's a problem." Madison said. "My next witness was arrested earlier today your honor."

I looked at Kevin and grinned.

"Call the next witness then Ms. Horowitz. This isn't law school." Judge Davis said impatiently.

"I would like to call Elly Boyd as the next witness for the defense." Madison said.

This was kind of shocking to me. I had expected August to be a witness if they called any of Cynthia's kids to the stand. August and Cynthia were always much closer than Elly and Cynthia.

Elly stood up and made her way to the witness stand.

She looked a lot like August. She had short brown frizzy hair that was cropped around her shoulders. She was a lot fatter than August and also wore glasses.

Elly however was a lot nicer than August. She kept to herself, whereas August was loud and opinionated.

Elly sat down in the chair at the witness stand and cleared her throat.

The bailiff swore Elly in.

After she was sworn in Madison walked to the witness stand and stood.

"Please state your name and occupation for the court records." Madison told her.

"My name is Elly Boyd and I am currently unemployed."

"Would you say that your mom was a good mom growing up?" Madison asked.

"I lived with my mom until I was seven and then went to stay with my grandmother during one of the times that my parents were separated. My grades were bad and they improved when I lived with my grandmother because she didn't have to work and stayed on me about my studying so I lived with her until I was sixteen and then moved back in with my mom and dad shortly before they divorced." Elly stated.

"Do you think your mom has it in her to kill someone?" Madison questioned.

"I have no idea." Elly replied. "You can't really tell if anyone is capable of killing someone until they actually do it. I mean take the guys that did the school shootings, did anyone really know that the guys that did it were capable of murder."

Madison huffed as if she was getting impatient and didn't like the answers that Elly was giving to her questions.

"I have no further questions your honor."

Madison walked over to the defense table and sat down. She whispered to Cynthia.

Cynthia nodded in agreement to whatever it was that Madison said to her.

"Would you like to cross examine Mr. Taylor?" Judge Davis asked Chris.

"Yes your honor."

Chris stood up and walked to the front of the court and stood next to the witness stand.

He looked at Elly.

"Were you happier living with your grandmother or your mother?" Chris asked in an intimidating voice.

"I was happier living with my grandmother."

"Were you happier living with your grandmother because it was a more nurturing environment?" Christ asked.

"I dunno." Elly replied.

"Were things at home not good and you didn't feel loved so you felt loved at your grandmothers?" Chris asked. "Did something happen to make you like living at your grandmother's house?"

Elly started shaking and crying

"I wasn't happy!" She exclaimed. "She called me stupid all the time! I hated living there."

She started sobbing loudly. Her sobbing was amplified through the microphone in front of her and echoing off the walls.

"Did your mom ever physically abuse you or your brother or sister."

August, still sobbing loudly, shook her head no.

"Did you mom ever talk about how much she hated Meredith Wilson?" Chris asked her.

"Yes." Elly cried.

"What did she say?"

"She just said she hated her and she took her baby brother away from her and that she would always hate her for it and would get even."

"How often did she say this?" Chris replied.

Elly covered her eyes with her hands and put her head down and started sobbing louder.

"She said it often when I was growing up."

"I have no further questions your honor." Chris told Judge Davis.

"Do you have any further witnesses for the defense?" Judge Davis asked Madison.

"No." Madison replied.

"Would the prosecution like to present a closing statement?" Judge Davis asked.

"Yes." Chris replied.

He walked over to the defense table and one of his associates handed him a notepad. He read over it briefly and walked back to the front of the courtroom, still carrying it in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury first I would like you to know that the defendant before you today stands accused of four accounts of murder and two accounts of attempted murder. The past two days you have heard from both the defense and my prosecution team as we have presented forth the facts of the nature of the crime that Ms. Boyd has been accused of. She went into her brother's house, shot him, his wife and their three sons. She had hoped to kill the entire family, but there was one survivor, Ryan. She then later snuck into the hospital and placed a pillow over Ryan's face to try to finish the job so she wouldn't leave behind any witnesses. The only problem was this time Ryan's best friend Kevin came into the room and foiled the attempt to kill Ryan. You have heard in graphic detail from Ryan an eye witness on what happened that night. You have heard from his friend Kevin on how he walked in on Ms. Boyd with a pillow over Ryan's head. You have heard from her daughter. You have learned certain facts that have come to light about why Ms. Boyd would hate Meredith Wilson. There is no doubt in my mind and I hope in yours that Ms. Boyd is guilty of four accounts of first degree murder and two accounts of attempted murder. There is no way that during these murders Ms. Boyd didn't know what she was doing. The murders were planned and by her going back to try to kill Ryan, there is no way that she could have not known what she did. I hope that I have presented a strong case to prove that Cynthia Loraine Wilson Boyd is guilty of murder beyond a reasonable doubt. I rest my case."

Chris walked over to his table and sat down.

Madison stood up and walked to the front of the court room to present her closing statement.

"Friday June 16, 2012 is a horrific day." Madison began. "My client Cynthia Boyd due to unclear thinking and a diminished state took the life of four of her family members. Throughout the years, Ms. Boyd was battered by her husband. She also felt threatened that she was losing her little brother. The years of abuse and mental anguish finally took its toll on her. While not in a clear mental state, my client took the life of her younger brother, his wife and their two sons. Ms. Boyd is remorseful for what she did and cries every night at the thought that she was responsible for the deaths of her loved ones." She turned and looked at the jury. "When a woman is battered, she can do irrational things especially after taking it for several years at a time. That is why I believe that the evidence presented to you should prove that Ms. Boyd is guilty due to reason of insanity. I hope that you the jury can see what my client has gone through and feel sympathy for her."

I wanted to scream. Feel sympathy for her? The psycho bitch murdered my whole family. She should be put in front of a wall and a firing squad should be released on her so she could see how my family felt.

Madison looked at Judge Davis.

"I rest my case your honor."

"Does the prosecution have anything else to add?" Judge Davis asked.

"No your honor." Chris replied.

It was over for now. Very short nothing like you saw on television. I was glad it didn't last very long, I don't think I could emotionally handle it. Now was the hard part, waiting for the jury to reach a decision.

"The jury was instructed at the outset of the trial on what laws to apply to this case and how to carry out its duties." She raised her gavel and slammed it down. "Court is adjourned. The jury will begin deliberating immediately and when a unanimous decision has been reached, everyone will be called back in and a sentence will be provided."

Judge Davis stood up from her bench and walked into the judge's chambers behind the judge's bench.

I watched as the cop sitting behind Cynthia helped her up and escorted her out a door to the left of where they were sitting.

I just sat there, not knowing what to do. I could tell that the prosecution argued a good case and felt confident of the outcome. No matter what the outcome was though, it still wouldn't bring back my family.

I felt someone shaking my knee and it snapped me out of my daze.

"You ready?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah." I nodded my head.

"Do you still like that Country Inn place?" Aunt Faye asked me.

"I do." I replied.

"How about you let me take you and Kevin there?" She asked. "It's my treat. I have to leave here in a few days to go see your cousin Brice and his new friend Mike in Detroit."

She grabbed me and hugged me. She stood up and walked over to Kevin and hugged him and kissed him on the forehead.

"I want to thank you once again Kevin for everything that you have done for Ryan when I couldn't be there."

"You don't have to thank me for anything I was just doing my bo- my best friend duties." He smiled. "Lets go eat."

I felt as good as anyone could feel after having to sit through the murder trial of one's family. It wasn't the best feeling having to relieve everything. I had faith that they jury would find her guilty and she would be put away for life. I had my aunt and my boyfriend to get me through it all. I could tell it was going to still be a long road, but things would slowly start looking up and just maybe one day I would see my family in heaven.


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