"Mr. Morgan, state your case"

As my father mentioned many lies I looked over to see Nathaniel holding baby Daniel. My mom was on the other side as she waited to state her case. "Vincent Morgan" I hear

"Um yes?" I said nervously. "Are the things your father says about your mother true" I tilted my head "what things". 

"Did you listen to what he said" the man who defended my dad said "he has a mental disorder". 

"He has a mental disability" I heard my mom say. The court hit his mallet against the table "be quiet. All of you" he paused "Vincent Morgan, has your mother hit you"

"N- ye- what?" He sighed "has your mother hit you aggressively" Vincent stood their twiddling his fingers "no sir" 

"Has your father ever hit you aggre-" I ended up spacing out.

-7 years ago-

"John, we can't afford this" my mom said. I kept drawing doodles as my parents talked loudly as they liked to call fighting. I ignored it. 

I completed my cat when I heard a loud slam. I looked outside the door to see my mother on the floor. I walked over to them "mommy?" She kept repeating for me to leave.

"By god. what the fuck do you want, retard" I looked to my father "mommy floor" he chuckled "god he can't even speak a sentence, Hellen" 

She whimpered as she started to cry. "God your as stupid as him. Bunch of bitches" he walked off into another room.

-back to present time-

"Vincent" I heard my mom say. Everyone was looking at me.

I felt really scared "Mr. Morgan, did your father hit you" I shook my head and started tearing up "mommy floor" is all I could repeat. 

"Can we  go on recess, your honor" my mother's defendant said. He sighed "5 minutes" as my mom and she walked into a room. I looked to see my father pissed. I whimpered. 

I laid my face down onto the desk no matter how many times they tried to get me to get out of the court. 

As five minutes passed. I felt more at ease. "Mrs. Morgan, I will start by asking questions" she nodded her head.

"Why did you marry Mr. Morgan" she looked to me "We fell in love and I got pregnant". 

He looked to my brother "is that boy his?" She looked to her hands and back to the jury "no sir"

Everyone looked shocked. Then I saw my father get up "are you serious, you fucking bitch" I looked to my dad and I got underneath the desk. All I could repeat was "mommy floor" each time I repeated I got louder. I heard the mallet of the judge knocks.

Everything got quiet and I just kept repeating it over and over again.

"Mr. Morgan get away from your son" he did as told and then I heard the judge stand up and walk "mrs. Morgan, can I see how your son reacts with you trying to calm him" she smirked and walked over and I scratched my head rocking back and fourth. 

She looked to me "Victor" she said with her calming voice which I loved. "Come here, sweetie" she held her arms out and I looked into her eyes it looked like she was crying. I crawled over to her and hugged her.

"Ma'am, what did he mean by mommy floor" the judge looked to her. "He repeats stuff sometimes from the past or present. He remembered the time when he was eight" 

"John came home with a new car. We couldn't afford it" she pet my hair as she said this last thing "John hit me and Vincent found me on the floor"

The judge nodded his head and walked back to his seat. He grabbed his mallet "I think that the child should go to" he paused and looked to my dad and then my mom "she should get custody of Vincent Morgan" 

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HEY EVERYONE. 😂

So I've been loving writing this but I plan on ending this on the next chapter. I'm sorry but I honestly think nothing can proceed this story. So I can't wait to end this story because I have many mannnyyy Ideas that I want to get started with. So hopefully you guys enjoyed.

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