Shiloh
Mother, dad, and grandma worked out details over the next three days. Derek has been distracting me this whole time, apparently he's not suppose to tell me anything of the plan. Why? I have no idea. So this whole time I basically had to show Derek all of Hawaii. It was hot and humid outside, I didn't understand why or how he kept that cheerful grin on his face. But today was the day. Today was the day the plan is going into action; I'm kind of nervous even though my only job is to go with the flow; whatever that means.
Grandma told me to dress respectable for this occasion, so I had a hard time picking out an outfit. It's not that I dress like a whore; it's just that I don't dress like I'm going to a fancy party or anything. "Shiloh, darling, are you ready or are you having complications like your mother used to with your zipper?" My grandmother asked. I wonder what she meant by complications of the zipper.
"No, I can't find anything to wear." I said opening the door. My grandmother took one look at me realizing that I was serious when I said that. Usually I don't go walking around my bed room in spandex and a sports bra. She walked passed me into my closet pulling out a pair of black skinny-jeans and a nice shirt with a black blazer. I looked at her side-ways in a you-serious-look. She just nodded and left the room, knowing what she meant I put on the outfit before I get eaten by her.
Soon enough we are before the judge and I am more nervous than ever. It's really odd being on the same side as my mother but not being on the same side in the court room. Shouldn't we be in the same area if we're on the same side? The judge went through his court stuff. But I was too confused to listen to what he was saying and in all honesty I didn't understand what he was even trying to say.
"So Mr. Black I would like to hear your part of the story. In the papers it says that Shiloh is your biological daughter who ran away to you? Is that true?" The judge asked looking a little incredulous as if doubting that I was able to do that. Goodness I am insulted, it's because I am so cute isn't it?
"Yes, sir," Of course dad was looking cool and collected. I vaguely wondered if he was secretly as scared as I am right now. The judge still didn't believe I could do such a thing. He turned to my mother and Grandfather.
"Ms. Smith it says you've been Shiloh's care giver for her whole life?" He asked smiling kindly at her. The look on her face clearly showed she was freaked out by his sudden change in mood.
"Yes every since I was sixteen," My mom nodded. It went on like this for a while now, question after question and statement after statement. It wasn't as what I thought it would be, there isn't much action or name calling. Maybe it's because we are secretly on the same side. When we came to the abuse parts it seem as though the judge didn't really care, but Grandpa was fuming, so reddened with anger. Of course we had lied and said mom wasn't a part of that at all and grandpa didn't say anything. I see what they did; they made is so grandpa looked like a tattle tale if he did say something. I got a clever family.
It's odd though, something seemed a bit off about the judge. The look in his eyes and the way he acted. He never called grandpa out no matter how many negative things we put on him. He just simply nodded. When it came to the decision of who gets custody of me I kind of realized what was going on but I was still in the fog. I was too focused on how I felt like I was a cow being auctioned at a low class barn in a deserted town in the middle of nowhere. I was so focused on that thought I didn't hear the heated argument.
"Now hold on a second, you want me to give up the rights to see my daughter? After all the horrible things you heard about what that crazy old man did to her?" My dad was getting pissed. His cheeks were stained a red as the blood pumped through him, this cannot be good.
Luckily and surprisingly my mom was good at crowd control. "Sir, I really wanted to have shared custody of Shiloh. Though he should have called with where my daughter was at, he deserves to see her. Shiloh loves her dad and he loves her and I think that's a bond that should be cherished and I think they both deserve to have that bond." And only low enough for us to hear. "I never had that bond and I wish I always could, but just because I didn't get to experience that doesn't mean I am going to take it away from my daughter." Grandpa's eyes grew round at her last phrase; the judge was totally out of the loop so he still continued his chicken babbled.
"Shiloh," addressed me and I lazily looked up bored out of my mind. "What do you want?"
I was confused by his question, until I gathered my wits. "Oh I want to live with both my mom and my dad." I said easily.
He nods. "That's good. Shiloh Smith is now under the custody of both Sarah Smith and Jacob Black. Case closed." He gave my grandpa a meaningful look and he nodded. Now I knew exactly what's going on… the judge was working for my grandpa…he set this all up…that means he had to have a plan from the before we went to court.
He somehow knew what the plan was.
Authors note: Hey guys I am so sorry it took so long to get this up but I have to use my mom's computer to get this chapter out and she uses this for work so I couldn't get on most of the time. But anyway! I hoped you guys enjoyed the chapter and sorry if it's a bit vague but I've never been to court so I didn't know how to write it. Well please review! And follow me on twitter! ChildRaven
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