The past 24 hours have been horrible. My father's death has struck me harder than I ever pictured it would. I mean I didn't wish any harm to happen to him, it's just he hurt me so many times. But now he's gone, and I never realized I'd care so much. Like I knew I'd hurt and feel bad because he is my father. He would have been a great father if alcohol didn't take him over. But my dad, when he was sober, was a great dad.

It just feels like I'm losing everyone. Timmy dies then my dad dies. All I have left is my mom. If she dies, I'm not sure what I would do. I guess it just comes down I never thought of my dad dieing, he seemed so invincible. Then again I never suspected that Timmy would die.

Then as I find out my father is dead, I learn Timmy's killer has been found. I still can't believe they never caught him. After so many years they're just finding him now. I can barely remember his face, it happened so long ago. Everything is a blur. I remember being attacked, then falling on the ground shortly after when Timmy charged at him. Every once in while I'd have nightmares about what happened.

I'd never think I'd be sitting in a courtroom. The hearing was about to start. I believe the man's name was Doug Hogan. He was divorced four times with no kids. He dropped out of high school at the age of 16. He was now 28 years old and living at home with his mother. That's all I knew about him so far.

I've never been in a courtroom before. The jury was sitting in a section by themselves; they were reading papers occasionally whispering to each other. Me and my mother were sitting in the front row. Doug would be sitting in his own booth on the opposite side of us. The court room wasn't too crowded just a few other people I didn't know were here. Then there were the police officers standing next to the judge's stand.

A few seconds I heard a set of the doors open then slam shut. I looked around to see him. He was handcuffed and there was an officer both on one side of him. He was a skinny man with long grimy black hair and green eyes. He looked as though he hasn't shaven in days. He was wearing an orange prison suite. He walked slowly to his stand.

He glared over at me. As we made eye contact shivers went down my spine. He gave me a creepy smile before sitting down. We all rose as the judge came out. I however didn't listen to what he was saying. All I could focus on was the man who murdered my brother. I only wish I could cause him all the pain I went through. How could he sit there and look as though he never killed an 18 year old kid? It made me sick.

"Will you tell me exactly what happened that night?" The judge asked him.

"Of course." He answered. I saw him glance over at me again. He gave me another creepy smile and turned his attention back towards the judge.

"Well I saw this girl." He said pointing over at me. I was kind of surprised he knew who I was. I mean the last time he saw me I looked a lot younger.

"You mean Lillian Truscott?" The judge asked interrupting him.

"Yes her." He smirked.

"Go on." The judge ordered him.

"Anyways I saw Lillian standing out in the rain. She looked awfully miserable and cold. I decided to go over there and comfort her." He said slowly.

"What do you mean by comfort her?" The judge asked curiously.

"Just make sure she was alright, nothing more than that." He said carefully.

"Alright go on." The judge said rolling his eyes.

"So I go over to check on her, and I hear a car screech and stop a few ten feet away if I'm not mistaken. I thought he was going to harm this poor innocent girl, so I grabbed her. Then I feel someone jump on me. I had to defend myself, so I stabbed him. He screamed, blood went everywhere. I had to make sure he was dead, I kept stabbing him. I stabbed him everywhere. So much blood…" He said twitching.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU LIEING BASTARD. YOU SICK FUCK." I screamed jumping over the bench I was sitting at. I somehow managed to get past the cops before they could stop me. Before I knew it I punched him. I heard a crack; I think I broke his nose. I grabbed my hand, it was in pain. I felt someone grab me.

"Enough of this!" The judged yelled. "Get him out of my courtroom!"

I watched the officers grab him and they began to lead him out. He elbowed one of cops and broke free.

"When I get the fuck out of here, and trust me I will, you're fucking dead." He said wheezing. He gave me another strange smile. The officers grabbed him and lead him out of the court room.

"Lilly, hunny. Are you okay?" My mother asked nervously. I simply nodded my head. I wasn't scared of him, as a matter of fact I hope he broke out of jail. I dare him to try and kill me.

"Lilly you have a game, we must get going." My mother said gently shaking my arm. I once again nodded my head. She took my arm and guided me out of the court room.

"Lilly if you're not up for the game I can take you home. Your coach said he doesn't want to much stress on you." My mother said.

"No I'm playing." I said softly.

My mood soared from depression to amazing. We actually won, we were going onto the finals verse the Cougars. I wasn't going to let anything bring me down. I just had to win for Timmy. I would do anything to win. I noticed that Ms. Stewart wasn't at the game. I hoped she was okay, it wasn't like her to miss a game. Especially seeing it was the semi finals, a pretty huge game.

When I asked the coach he said she wasn't feeling well. I didn't buy this, she came to our game once when she had the flu. I decided to stop by her house and see what was really wrong. I told my mom I wouldn't be out too late, and not to wait up. My mom's relationship and mine had grown stronger. She really had done a lot for me, and I appreciated it so much. I made my way to Ms. Stewart's apartment. I noticed the lights were on. I knocked on the door. It was answered by a puffy eyed Ms. Stewart.

"Lilly, what are you doing here?" She asked wiping away a few tears from her face.

"I came to make sure you were alright, good thing I came. What's wrong?" I asked. She looked around, as though making sure no one noticed we were talking and motioned me to come inside. She brought me into her living room. We sat down across from each other. I noticed there was a bin full of tissues.

"Did you guys win?" She asked sounding tired. There were bags underneath her eyes, it looked as though she hadn't slept in days.

"Yeah we did." I answered.

"Good." She said smiling a bit. We sat in awkward silence. I wasn't sure to ask her again. I didn't want to seem too pushy. Whatever happened must have been pretty bad.

"I didn't come, because my father passed away." She said avoiding my gaze.

"I'm so sorry." I said frowning. I knew her father was sick, but I didn't know he was going to die anytime soon. I sort of wished I never came over now, she probably wanted to be alone.

"It's not your fault. Smoking finally got the best of him, and his lungs just couldn't take it anymore. A few months ago I finally had to send him to a hospital because he couldn't breathe on his own." She said looking as though she was about to cry again.

I wondered what happened to her mother but didn't bother to ask. Usually a mother and daughter would be spending time together after someone had passed away, especially it being their husband and father. I decided it must be another touchy subject. But my question was soon answered.

"My father meant a lot to me. He was there for me after my mother had an affair. He was heartbroken but always made sure I was fine. He never worried about himself. Unfortunately smoking developed after my mother left." She said quietly.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I wish I could say more, I'm bad at advice. Just remember I'm here for you." I said hoping this was comforting her. I just wanted her to feel better. I hate to see her sad like this. It wasn't fare, this shouldn't have happened to her.

"No, it really means a lot. You came to my house right after the game to make sure I was doing okay instead of probably going to some after party." She said.

"I'd give up any party or anything else to make sure you were okay." I said watching her smile at these words.

"But I should be going I told my mother I wouldn't be out to late. I'll see you soon?" I asked.

"Okay thanks again Lilly." She said.

"Anytime" I said before shutting the door.

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