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Ten Years Later

The room smelled of fresh wood and paint. Everyone was dressed in their finest suits and dresses to look more sophisticated. Alice had dressed me in a cute little lavender dress that she said brought out the bronze color in my hair. I knew that Alice said I looked very pretty but I was completely uncomfortable. The dress was itchy, the court room was stuffy, the smell made me dizzy, and the wooden seats hurt my butt. There were absolutely no cushions anywhere. Alice's hold on my hand tightened as a group of twelve men and women walked back into the room and took their seats on a sort of platform at the side of the room.

There was a man sitting behind a podium at the front of the room. He was dressed in a black robe and held a gavel in his hand. He looked pretty old, but not older than sixty. He had no hair on his head except for the patch of hair surrounding his mouth.

The old man turned to the group of people that had walked in the room and asked, "Have you reached a decision?"

A woman, maybe not older than thirty, stood up from the group of people. "We have your honor."

I watched as across the room from me a young boy, who was probably the same age as me, and a man dressed in a suit beside him stood up. Alice had told me that the young boy was the one that had done something bad to my mom and dad. She told me that now my parents were looking down on me from heaven. The man in the black robe nodded towards the woman standing on the wooden platform before she continued.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Jacob Ephraim Black, guilty on both charges," the woman said.

I looked beside me to see that Alice was smiling along with my uncle Jasper. People behind us were clapping and smiling while on the other side behind the boy, the people over there looked disappointed. I had never been to a court proceeding so I wasn't sure how people were supposed to react but I thought everyone was supposed to be sad. But Alice and Jasper were…happy.

I turned my head back to the little boy. He had bowed his head down to look straight at his feet. As if he knew I was watching him, he turned his head towards me and I looked right into his dark saddened eyes. I was only eleven years old at the time, but for some reason, it broke my heart. How could a boy that was probably the same age as me have killed my parents and why? We both continued staring at each other from across the room and I watched as a tear fell from his eyes down his cheek. At that same moment I felt tears falling from my own eyes.

The man at the front of the court room began beating his gavel on the wooden podium.

Knock, knock, knock…

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Knock, knock, knock…

I awoke from the sudden knocking coming from the door of my apartment. I sat up in my bed and wiped my tear-strewn face. Why was I still having that dream? It had been ten years since my parents had been killed and yet I still woke up crying from the same dream. Alice had taken me to a child psychiatrist after everything had happened so I could talk about my dream, but the doctor said I was fine. It was just my body's way of healing itself from my parents' death.

Knock, knock, knock…

I groaned internally as the stupid knocking continued. Whoever is knocking is definitely persistent. I stumbled from my perfectly comfortable bed and slowly walked towards the door.

Knock, knock, knock…

"I'm coming," I yelled towards the door. "Just a minute." I stretched a little and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror I had hanging on the wall next to the door. I certainly looked like I'd had a rough night. I took the hair tie off of my hair and stuck it on my wrist while shaking my wavy hair down. I glanced back in the mirror. Whatever; good enough, I said to myself and shrugged.

I opened to door to see none other than my GBF, Tristan. He was holding a light pink shopping bag that was filled with white tissue paper. "Happy birthday, honey," he squealed while giving me hug. Today was my twenty-first birthday.

I had first met Tristan when I was nineteen and had just moved into New York City. We had run into each other when I was bringing some of my things into the apartment building. Tristan lived on the first floor while I loved on the fourth. When I had told him I was moving to New York City from Washington, he immediately said that I needed a GBF—Gay Best Friend—and he would be that guy. Ever since then, we had been inseparable.

"Awww. Thank you, Tristan," I said as I hugged him back.

Tristan set the gift bag down and looked at me. "Are you just now getting out of bed?" I shrugged and before I could answer he was already starting off. "Girl, its past two o'clock in the afternoon. How long did you stay up last night?" Tristan waved his hand in front of my face. "Never mind. Today is your birthday and you can do whatever you want."

I was slowly walking over to the pretty pink bag and had just lightly placed my hand on the tissue paper when Tristan slapped it away.

"I don't think so," he snapped. "You don't get to open that until the twins get here. They're supposed to be bringing lunch."

There was another knock on the door. I opened the door to see two red-headed girls smiling at me—The Twins. Casey and Carlie were identical twins. If you didn't know them, you would definitely get them mixed up. The only thing that made them stand apart from each other was what they wore. Casey always wore red clothes and Carlie always wore blue.

"We brought food," they both said smiling.

"Happy Birthday, Ness," Casey said.

"Oh, my god. You will never guess who we saw in the elevator on our way up to your room," Carlie announced practically jumping in her blue converse sneakers.

"Who," me and Tristan asked at the same time.

"The. Hottest. Man. Alive." Carlie nodded in agreement to what her sister said. "He was wearing a black leather jacket and had a motorcycle helmet, which means he has a motorcycle." Carlie sighed and let Casey continue. "He looked like a god in those perfectly fitting jeans. It was like they were made just for him….I wanted to just rip those pants right off of his body and worship him like the god he is."

"Ew, sis," Carlie squealed. "Then I would have sit there and just watch. Gross."

"Uh no. You could join in and then we could have hot guy sandwich. Twins on the outside, meat on the inside," Casey suggested.

I giggled while Tristan made a gagging noise. "You two make me sick sometimes. Did you even figure out what the guys name was?"

Both of the girls looked at each other and shook their heads.

"He must be the guy that moved in on the fifth floor," I said with a mouth full of a greasy burger and fries from my favorite NYC restaurant.

"Well, look who's already decided to inhale all the food," Tristan said shaking his head at me. "I'm glad your birthday only comes once a year; you're a handful."

"I just woke up and I'm starving."

"What were you saying about the guy, Ness," Casey asked.

"I said that he's probably the guy that moved in on the fifth floor. I heard someone talking about someone new moving into the building."

The others grabbed their burgers and fries, sat down beside me, and began eating. We all ate in silence for a few moments until Tristan started talking again.

"We're going out tonight," he said.

"I'm not," I said with a mouthful of fries and ketchup.

"Can you learn to not talk with your mouthful," Tristan said. "And, yes, you are coming. It's your birthday and you can get free drinks at the bar."

I groaned. "I don't want to go out today. I just want to stay inside, watch movies, and buy a Dairy Queen ice cream cake and it eat it all by myself."

"Awww," Carlie whined. "Come on, Ness. You're officially old enough to legally drink at the bars and we can all meet cute guys. You know, it's been a while since you got to talk to some guys."

Carlie was right. It had been a while since the last time I was actually able to hang around a guy. Tristan didn't really count. He was more of girl friend than a guy friend. My last relationship hadn't ended so well. After the break-up, I was a complete mess and I couldn't handle anything. Tristan had to come over and pull me out of bed because I felt like I didn't have a meaning to my life anymore. I had really thought I loved that guy, but then I found out he was just using me. So since then, I had sworn to back off dating guys for a while. It had been over a year since the relationship ended and I was in need of some guy-friendly company.

Plus, I was finally twenty-one which meant I could legally buy my own drinks and others too. There was no need to sneak into any clubs tonight and a nice cold alcoholic beverage was sounding really good right now.

"I guess we could go out tonight," I said.

"Yay…" the twins squealed and clapped at the same time.

"Since we are going out now, you need to open you gift," Tristan announced. "It's from all of us."

"Thanks," I said while taking the light pink gift back from Tristan. I threw out all the tissue paper to find a black box inside. I took the box from the bag and lifted the top to reveal the most beautiful shoes I had ever seen in my life. I didn't wear heels too often, but these I would definitely take a chance on. The shoes were solid black with straps that crossed back and forth over the top of the feet. On some of the straps, silver studs were added to give it a more rocker look.

"Do you like them," Casey asked.

"Do you love them," Carlie asked.

I nodded. "They're beautiful. You guys know I'm a shoe fanatic."

"We're glad you like them because you're wearing those when we go out tonight."