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how good she had it until getting home and into her own bed. It was a far cry from the uncomfortable concrete floor or wood benches in the jail cell she was in for nearly twenty four hours.
Since school had ended, Jessica spent the next few days home alone in bed. Each time she’d wake up hoping it was all just a bad dream and that it had never happened. But each time she would wake up and realize that she wasn’t dreaming, she cried herself back to sleep again. Then one day, her mother told her she had a phone call—it was from Kenny.
“Hey, Jessica, this is Kenny. How are you doing, baby?”
Jessica paused and looked up toward the ceiling, blinking back the tears, unsure how to answer. “Kenny, I don’t know if you heard, but . . . me and the rest of the girls got into an incident the night of the prom and . . .” Jessica’s voice began to crack.
“I know, Jessica. You don’t have to explain. Stevo talked to Vonda and she told him all about it. I’m just so sorry it had to happen. It was my fault. I should have made sure you got home like I was supposed to . . .”
Jessica leaned up against the wall closest to her and shook her head. “No, it’s not your fault, Kenny. You had no way of knowing what was going on.”
Kenny closed his eyes, genuinely concerned that he had a part in her predicament.
“But, I . . .” said Kenny as his voice cracked, “I should have been there for you, and I feel bad that it had to go down like that. I could’ve been there to protect you. You are my girl.”
Jessica lost her fight to hold back her tears. “You still want to be with me even though you know what happened?”
He quickly answered, “Yes, baby. It wasn’t your fault, and you got to believe that. It was an accident. An accident,” he repeated. “The court’s going to see that and everything will be ok. You’ll see.”
Jessica put her hand over her mouth and began to cry even more. She knew that Kenny really loved her and it made her feel better to know he was still in her corner.
“I love you, Kenny,” she whispered into the phone.
“Mwen remen ou, Jessica.”
**********
Two weeks later, Jessica and her parents received the call that they were waiting for from their attorney, Donovan Butler. He told them that he had to meet with them in his office immediately to discuss matters surrounding the case. They scheduled an appointment for the following day. The expression on his face was somber as he welcomed them in to have a seat in his office.
He got straight to the point and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Jessica, I’m afraid to tell you this but that grand jury had voted to indict Jessica and the other girls on second degree murder charges.
They closed their eyes and shifted uneasily in their chairs.
Jessica’s father asked, “How could that be? My daughter and her friends were the victims here, and they were being assaulted. This isn’t fair.”
“I know, Mr. Jones, but at this point the grand jury found enough substantiation to go forward in the case with the evidence that was presented to them.”
Mrs. Jones inquired suspiciously, “What evidence?”
“Well,” their attorney answered, “the police recovered the knife that was involved. It had Jessica’s fingerprints on it, along with the deceased girl’s blood type, and the dead girl blood was not only on Jessica’s person, but . . .” he put on his glasses and read from the indictment and continued, “Vonda’s and Lynise’s body and clothing as well. They even have a statement from the girl who was originally arrested and eventually cleared on all charges.”
Infuriated, Mrs. Jones questioned, “What do you mean cleared of all charges? She was the aggressor! She was the one who started all the trouble. How the hell is she going to be cleared of all charges? What about the other girls that were involved in this? Didn’t they find them?”
Mr. Butler paused, pondering how to tell them that it was the least of their
Since school had ended, Jessica spent the next few days home alone in bed. Each time she’d wake up hoping it was all just a bad dream and that it had never happened. But each time she would wake up and realize that she wasn’t dreaming, she cried herself back to sleep again. Then one day, her mother told her she had a phone call—it was from Kenny.
“Hey, Jessica, this is Kenny. How are you doing, baby?”
Jessica paused and looked up toward the ceiling, blinking back the tears, unsure how to answer. “Kenny, I don’t know if you heard, but . . . me and the rest of the girls got into an incident the night of the prom and . . .” Jessica’s voice began to crack.
“I know, Jessica. You don’t have to explain. Stevo talked to Vonda and she told him all about it. I’m just so sorry it had to happen. It was my fault. I should have made sure you got home like I was supposed to . . .”
Jessica leaned up against the wall closest to her and shook her head. “No, it’s not your fault, Kenny. You had no way of knowing what was going on.”
Kenny closed his eyes, genuinely concerned that he had a part in her predicament.
“But, I . . .” said Kenny as his voice cracked, “I should have been there for you, and I feel bad that it had to go down like that. I could’ve been there to protect you. You are my girl.”
Jessica lost her fight to hold back her tears. “You still want to be with me even though you know what happened?”
He quickly answered, “Yes, baby. It wasn’t your fault, and you got to believe that. It was an accident. An accident,” he repeated. “The court’s going to see that and everything will be ok. You’ll see.”
Jessica put her hand over her mouth and began to cry even more. She knew that Kenny really loved her and it made her feel better to know he was still in her corner.
“I love you, Kenny,” she whispered into the phone.
“Mwen remen ou, Jessica.”
**********
Two weeks later, Jessica and her parents received the call that they were waiting for from their attorney, Donovan Butler. He told them that he had to meet with them in his office immediately to discuss matters surrounding the case. They scheduled an appointment for the following day. The expression on his face was somber as he welcomed them in to have a seat in his office.
He got straight to the point and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Jessica, I’m afraid to tell you this but that grand jury had voted to indict Jessica and the other girls on second degree murder charges.
They closed their eyes and shifted uneasily in their chairs.
Jessica’s father asked, “How could that be? My daughter and her friends were the victims here, and they were being assaulted. This isn’t fair.”
“I know, Mr. Jones, but at this point the grand jury found enough substantiation to go forward in the case with the evidence that was presented to them.”
Mrs. Jones inquired suspiciously, “What evidence?”
“Well,” their attorney answered, “the police recovered the knife that was involved. It had Jessica’s fingerprints on it, along with the deceased girl’s blood type, and the dead girl blood was not only on Jessica’s person, but . . .” he put on his glasses and read from the indictment and continued, “Vonda’s and Lynise’s body and clothing as well. They even have a statement from the girl who was originally arrested and eventually cleared on all charges.”
Infuriated, Mrs. Jones questioned, “What do you mean cleared of all charges? She was the aggressor! She was the one who started all the trouble. How the hell is she going to be cleared of all charges? What about the other girls that were involved in this? Didn’t they find them?”
Mr. Butler paused, pondering how to tell them that it was the least of their
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