Facing The Facts <Sequel to "Everyone Has A Past">

Chapter 2

(:)(:)21 Years Ago...(:)(:) <Jordan's 2 years old>

Grace's POV

I can't believe he's 2. It feels as if he was born just yesterday. But, I loved him so much. He smiled, making me also smile. After all, he is my son.
"I wuv you, mommy!" He says.
"I love you too, hun." I say.
I just got out of high school, and I already have a husband and kid.
Even though Adam is a Dianitee solider, he is truly the guy meant for me. I'm a Mianitee, and it was truly the best when Mianite and Dianite allowed us to get married.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting Dianite to accept, since Adam is his best solider.
But hey, you can't stop love.
Currently, he was helping new people train, helping them get better.
I still can't get over how much Jordan looks like Adam.
When, a sudden knock at the door.
Oh no.
The mail had already arrived, and I wasn't expecting any company.
No, no, no...
I hesitantly open the door, and I'm greeted by two Dianite soldiers.
"Are you Grace Maron?" The first one asks.
"Yes..." I say, quietly.
"I'm sorry. During the training, an assassin got past the door guards, and managed to sneak up on Adam, and..."
I was fighting my tears.
"He was stabbed and shot in the head." The second one finishes for the first.
"T-thank you for telling me." I say, slowly.
How am I supposed to pay the rent? I have a horrible job, and I couldn't quit! I mean, I was planning on quitting, and having Adam there for moral support, but now I just can't.
"We have his glasses. We figured you would want them."
"Yes, thank you." I say, my voice wavering.
"Don't fret, m'am. We're hunting down the assassin."
After they left, I walked up to Jordan.
"Mommy? When will daddy be home?"
"He... he isn't coming home. Ever." I say.
"Is he living at work?"
"No, honey. He died..."
He looked shocked. Honestly, I don't know how he hasn't just started flat out crying.
He's a different kind of child, but in a good way.

(:)(:)Present Day...(:)(:)

Jordan's POV

"Well, looks like we have to stay overnight." Skipper says, sighing in defeat.
"Ok. I guess we can look around? Maybe... *cough* VISIT THE POLICE STATION! *cough* or something like that..." Tom says.
"Hey! I just had the crazy idea, how about we visit the police station! Maybe we can find the cop in charge of his case."

(:)(:)Le Time Skip(:)(:)

Tom, Tucker, Sonja, Wag and I stood before the police station.
"What are we waiting for?" Tucker says.
I breath in and out, then open up the door.
The cop at the front desk jolts up.
"Huh? Ad-"
Before he can continue, I interrupt and say, "Jordan. Jordan Maron. I wish for a retrial on Lee's trial."
"OH! Uh, let me call up Sheriff Jones." He says, stumbling for the phone.
We all watch as he says,
"Uhh, Jones? You might wanna come up here." And hangs up afterwards.
Soon, a cop comes up front, and when he sees me, he stops dead in his track.
"He wants a retrial, sir."
"Oh... my Mianite." He says.
"Yeah?" I question.
"What? Can't handle our sweg?" Tom asks.
"Uhh, wow, that really caught me off guard. Ok, let's make some phone calls, shall we?"

(:)(:)Time Skip cause' I'm Lazy(:)(:)

Mr. Lee's/Lee's POV

I sat on my couch, and watched the news.
When, my phone rang.
It's the police.
"Hello?" I say, answering the phone.
"Hello, are you Lee?"
"Yessir."
"Someone wishes for a retrial on your case including Jordan Maron."
Can't they already get over him and his pathetic family?
"Alright. When is it?"
"Right now. It's going to be a casual trial, you can come in whatever attire you desire."
"I'll be there in a minute." I sigh, clicking off the news.
Who would want a retrial?
Who even cares about that case anymore?
I laughed, knowing that'd I win, and whoever wanted this was just wasting their time.

(:)(:)The Fifth Time Skip of the Chapter(:)(:)

I was in the back room of the court, getting ready.
I was fixing my appearance, shaving, and all of that stuff.
Suddenly, and usher came into the tiny room.
"You are now ready, Lee." He says, stepping aside.
"Now, our first defendant, Lee Half, the caretaker of Jordan Maron from his ages 5 to 16."
I look in the crowd, and see familiar faces from the first.
But, on Jordan's side, I saw some new faces.
And whoever wished for a retrial, had the weirdest looking lawyer. He looked normal at eye, dirty blonde hair, and green eyes, but half of his face is a creeper. (AKA his lawyer's Mot. I had to... m'kay???)
What the...
Who are they? Are they new in town?
I grin mischievously, knowing that whoever wanted a retrial would loose.
"Now, our second defendant, the one in which wished for a retrial, Jordan Maron!"
Oh crap.
HE'S NOT DEAD??
He survived the wilderness, for what, 7 whole years?
I slowly looked back, and saw him.
He looked just like Adam.
And mind you, I hated Adam.
But, he LIVED?
He gave me the biggest death glare, and said to me, "I bet it's a surprise that I'm not dead."
So, whoever these people were on his side must be his friends.
To say the least, he had rather odd looking friends.
"Ok, begin your case, Jordan."
"Gladly." He says, standing up.
What's going on here? Isn't he dead? Well, I thought he was a goner, but no, he just had live.
WHY ME?

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Well, that's a wrap to chapter 2!
I hope you all enjoyed <3
The rest of the trial will be in chapter 3, which will go up either tomorrow or Sunday, so yeah, expect that!
Also, as of August 10th, my updates will become infrequent. Because of school ;-;
Anyways,
*strums Mexican guitar*
Peace!
~Smart