Woooo! Another chapter! Also, I'm giving my little OC, Matt from Chapter 1 a... bigger part you could say :D Thanks to Smusher6, James Birdsong, and prosecute for reviewing!
Chapter 5: Matthew Crawford
Trucy was sitting on the concrete steps to the agency, crying. She had ran off, not saying a word to Phoenix. Her phone was in her lap, debating whether or not to call someone. She decided not to and was staring at the picture that she stole from Apollo's apartment. Why did I tell Apollo that way? There were so many other ways that I could've told him without him getting mad at me! This is all daddy's fault. I would have told him in a week or two... maybe a month...
"Hey Trucy!" A familiar voice said. It was Matt.
"Oh, uh, hi Matt."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He said, noticing her tear stained cheeks.
"No, nothing. I'm fine."
Matt sat down next to her on the concrete steps. "C'mon Truce, you can talk to me. We're friends, right?"
"Yeah, of course we're friends Matt. But-" she stopped and listened to the distant ice cream truck music, smiling, she was grateful for a distraction. "Hey Matt, do you think you can get me an ice cream?"
"Uh, sure. But only if it'll make you feel better."
"It will! Really! I promise!" she said hastily, trying to get the boy away from her, she just really didn't want to talk to anybody right now.
Matt got two ice cream cones from the truck and was walking back to Trucy. Neither of them noticed Phoenix watching from the window.
"Thank you," Trucy said when Matt handed her the chocolate-chocolate chip ice cream.
"You're welcome. Now, you are going to tell me what is making you so sad."
"N-no. I really d-don-"
"No. You're going to tell me. You said that if I bought you some ice cream, that you'd feel better. If you're not feeling better, that why did I waste my money on ice cream for you?" Matt growled. This was not the Matt that Trucy knew.
"You didn't have to buy the ice cream! I told you it would make me feel better, but not make me want to talk about it!" tears started rolling down her cheeks again. She just wanted this day to be over.
Matt quickly softened. "I'm sorry Truce, I just lost my cool for a sec. I'll always be here for you, y'know," In the blink of an eye he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her face close to his.
"HEY! Get your hands OFF my daughter!" Phoenix yelled and he slammed open the door of the agency. "Please, go home. And-"
"She's not your daughter!" he stood up and pointed at Phoenix accusingly. "She's not yours! She's someone else's and you should have no control over her. She's fifteen! She should be able to do whatever she wants!" He took his ice cream and threw it onto Phoenix's sandaled feet.
"Ack! That's cold!"
"Have fun with your daughter, while you still can," Matt taunted, and he took off running down the street.
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Apollo's knuckles rapped at the heavy wooden door before he could change his mind. He didn't want to come to this place ever again, but he left himself no choice if he wanted to find the truth.
"Hello. What are you doing here son?" A plump old lady said when she opened the door a crack.
"Uh, hi. My name's Apollo Justice and I used to... live here."
The lady's mouth formed into a thin straight line while she stared at Apollo. After what seemed like forever, she said: "Come right this way."
Apollo followed the lady and looked down at the floor. He didn't want to look around at the all too familiar place.
"Apollo, was it?" the lady as she snaked her way behind a desk.
"Yes."
"Okay Apollo, what brings you back to Friendly Orphanage?"
Apollo grimaced at the name. Thinking how not friendly the orphanage actually was.
"Actually, I believe you'd have records on who my birth parents were, I presume?" Why am I talking like this? "I presume?" Who says that? It's because of this place. I always have to act proper here so I don't have to fear getting beaten as much...
"Ah, yes. We should have those records. Now, were you ever adopted?"
"Yes,"
"Okay, what was your name before you were adopted?"
"Vollaro. Apollo Vollaro."
After a few minutes of silence, the lady sighed and looked up from her files.
"Is there something wrong, ma'm?"
"Actually, your files were burned in a fire a long time ago. I'm sorry, honey."
Apollo sighed and his heart sunk. All he wanted was a picture, maybe even all the information. He felt that going to the orphanage was completely useless. He thanked the lady who he learned her name was Summer, and left the orphanage, not knowing where to go next.
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"I'm sorry. But they're just not going over this well! Trucy is crying her eyes out and Apollo cussed at me and punched me and ran away!" Phoenix whispered into the phone, trying to keep his voice low so Trucy won't come down.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Wright, should we have waited?"
"No!" Phoenix yelled, slamming down his pen on the table with a bang. "Don't you see, Thalassa? Waiting made everything worse!" Phoenix said, bringing his voice down to a whisper. "We should've just told them the minute you got your memory back."
"You're the one who said that you will tell them at the 'right moment.'"
"I know, it was stupid of me."
Thalassa sighed. "Look, just bring them over 2 days from now."
"You mean Thursday?"
"Yes. Bring them over around four in the afternoon."
"At your place? I'm not sure that's a good ide-"
"No, no, no. Bring them... Bring them to the... library?"
"The library? That is an awful idea. You do know that you're supposed to be quiet in the library, right? I already know that Apollo is not to be quiet."
"Ugh, fine. Just, think of some place and call me back. Goodbye, Phoenix. I'll see you Thursday."
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Thalassa hit the "End Call" button and went outside and sat on the porch of her new apartment. Still not fully unpacked. On the porch, the wrote a list of all the things she remembered from before she lost her memory, while her memory was lost, and after she regained her memory. She only paused when a boy walked past her, kicking a rock and muttering to himself.
"That stupid Phoenix Wright. I hope that the ice cream makes him have frostbite on his foot and he'll have to cut it off..."
Thalassa rolled her eyes at how silly the boy was, thinking ice cream caused frostbite. In no time, she finished her list which had very little on it and went inside her house. The house was dark and a window was open, the curtains blowing ominously from the wind. She didn't remember opening the window and went to shut it when an arm wrapped around her waist, and a hand clamped over her mouth.
"You're just in the way, aren't you, dear Thalassa?"
Done! Sorry if that was short... Ah Phoenix, always behind doorways xD Anyway, please review and go to my profile and vote for the next ace attorney story you want me to write, if you want!