The Olympic Brothers
**Pwease Review**
Kristin walked up to Cole, who was still chopping wood, wearing nicer clothes than she usual did. He stopped chopping and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "What's up?" he asked. "I gotta go with Peter to the first part of the trial." she said bitterly. She hadn't been clied in on many details; just that today, tomorrow, and the next 2 days she would be testifying.
"Oh," was all he answered. He swung the axe over his shoulder. "I'm not suppose to be talking so you better go." he said.
She stared at him. Usually he always talked to her. "Whatever." she snapped and walked away. "Ready?" Peter asked. She shook her head and grasped his arm. "Don't make me go. Please, don't," she begged.
"You agreed to, Kristin, they won't let you back out now." he tried to convince her. The silent tears shook the inside of her head as she crawled into the car. She was so scared, so terrified of seeing her father, that she felt ready to pee her pants.
Peter looked at her in the rear-view mirror. "It's okay, kristin, I swear, he will never hurt you again." he said, but Kristin thought it looked like he was trying to convince himself.
Kristin looked out the window, watching the trees with their brown and golden leaves softly falling to the ground. She watched the wild animals leap by and she wished that she, too, could be one...For just one day.
**Flashback**
Ten-year-old Kristin sat on the foot of the stairs, listening to her dad talk to her fourth-grade teacher. "She's doing that bad? Gosh, I never even KNEW!" he said in mock-concern voice. He got off the phone. She was about to dash up the stairs and hide when he reached over and grabbed her. "You know what, how dumb can you get?! Failing READING?!" He screamed.
**End of flashback**
She wiped her cheeks that were now wet and hot. They got to the court has and Kristin walked to the room with Peter. Her dad was already there, glaring coldly ahead with his lawyer looking over the accusations against him and notes that he had gathered.
Kristin walked and met with the person from CPS and DEFAX that were supporting her case. Peter gently took her aside. "I'm going to be right behind you. And when Jeff gets back from the Nurse after his wrist heals, tomorrow hopefully, Sophie will be right here with me, okay? If you need anything, just look behind you, or look at us. Tell them exactly what you told us. Don't lie, don't exagerate your stories." he warned. She nodded.
First thing, Kristin's dad was called up. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" the officer asked, as he placed his right hand on the Bible provided. "Yea."
His lawyer stepped up, first. "How are you doing, Robert?"
"Fine."
"That's good. Can you point out your daughter? Is she in this room? What's her name?"
"Yea, she's here. Her name is Kristin. She's right there," he said and pointed with his middle finger to her. She glared with hate.
"You know her accusations?"
"Yep. A bunch of shit, if you ask me."
"So, you've never abused your daughter?"
"No."
"Molested her? Beat her? Verbally harassed?"
"Nope."
"Never allowed any of your friends or other family members to abuse her, in any way?"
"Nope."
"What about the bruises on the child's body?"
"She's a tomboy. Always has been, from the day she was brought home. Couldn't dress her in dresses. She's obsessed with sports, and very accident-prone. We could be walking in the grochery store, and she could just walk straight into a pole."
He chuckled and held up a letter that made Kristin fidget. "This is a letter that thirteen-year-old Kristin Maddox wrote to her father when she was eight, the man who supposebly beat her senseless, to mark her own words...
'Dear Daddy, I hope you have a nice Father's Day. You're the best daddy ever. I hope you like the tie I got you. Mommy helped me pick it out but I really likes it 2. Have fun on the special daddy's day! 3-your dauter, Kristin.'
Now, I ask YOU, Judge, your Honor, would an abused child be liable to write that? I think not."
**Pwease Review**
Kristin walked up to Cole, who was still chopping wood, wearing nicer clothes than she usual did. He stopped chopping and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "What's up?" he asked. "I gotta go with Peter to the first part of the trial." she said bitterly. She hadn't been clied in on many details; just that today, tomorrow, and the next 2 days she would be testifying.
"Oh," was all he answered. He swung the axe over his shoulder. "I'm not suppose to be talking so you better go." he said.
She stared at him. Usually he always talked to her. "Whatever." she snapped and walked away. "Ready?" Peter asked. She shook her head and grasped his arm. "Don't make me go. Please, don't," she begged.
"You agreed to, Kristin, they won't let you back out now." he tried to convince her. The silent tears shook the inside of her head as she crawled into the car. She was so scared, so terrified of seeing her father, that she felt ready to pee her pants.
Peter looked at her in the rear-view mirror. "It's okay, kristin, I swear, he will never hurt you again." he said, but Kristin thought it looked like he was trying to convince himself.
Kristin looked out the window, watching the trees with their brown and golden leaves softly falling to the ground. She watched the wild animals leap by and she wished that she, too, could be one...For just one day.
**Flashback**
Ten-year-old Kristin sat on the foot of the stairs, listening to her dad talk to her fourth-grade teacher. "She's doing that bad? Gosh, I never even KNEW!" he said in mock-concern voice. He got off the phone. She was about to dash up the stairs and hide when he reached over and grabbed her. "You know what, how dumb can you get?! Failing READING?!" He screamed.
**End of flashback**
She wiped her cheeks that were now wet and hot. They got to the court has and Kristin walked to the room with Peter. Her dad was already there, glaring coldly ahead with his lawyer looking over the accusations against him and notes that he had gathered.
Kristin walked and met with the person from CPS and DEFAX that were supporting her case. Peter gently took her aside. "I'm going to be right behind you. And when Jeff gets back from the Nurse after his wrist heals, tomorrow hopefully, Sophie will be right here with me, okay? If you need anything, just look behind you, or look at us. Tell them exactly what you told us. Don't lie, don't exagerate your stories." he warned. She nodded.
First thing, Kristin's dad was called up. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" the officer asked, as he placed his right hand on the Bible provided. "Yea."
His lawyer stepped up, first. "How are you doing, Robert?"
"Fine."
"That's good. Can you point out your daughter? Is she in this room? What's her name?"
"Yea, she's here. Her name is Kristin. She's right there," he said and pointed with his middle finger to her. She glared with hate.
"You know her accusations?"
"Yep. A bunch of shit, if you ask me."
"So, you've never abused your daughter?"
"No."
"Molested her? Beat her? Verbally harassed?"
"Nope."
"Never allowed any of your friends or other family members to abuse her, in any way?"
"Nope."
"What about the bruises on the child's body?"
"She's a tomboy. Always has been, from the day she was brought home. Couldn't dress her in dresses. She's obsessed with sports, and very accident-prone. We could be walking in the grochery store, and she could just walk straight into a pole."
He chuckled and held up a letter that made Kristin fidget. "This is a letter that thirteen-year-old Kristin Maddox wrote to her father when she was eight, the man who supposebly beat her senseless, to mark her own words...
'Dear Daddy, I hope you have a nice Father's Day. You're the best daddy ever. I hope you like the tie I got you. Mommy helped me pick it out but I really likes it 2. Have fun on the special daddy's day! 3-your dauter, Kristin.'
Now, I ask YOU, Judge, your Honor, would an abused child be liable to write that? I think not."