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A/N: 50 CHAPTERS ALREADY!!!! WOAH!!!!! IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY I HAD COME UP WITH THIS IDEA, NOW HERE WE ARE. THIS IS CRAZY

Lia

Kaia and I spend most of the day at home watching X Factor and eating snacks.

I'm not complaining, though.

Half way through the last episode that I have recorded, my phone starts to ring.

"Pause it?" I ask Kaia as I stand up to answer it.

"Sure," she mumbles after swallowing a piece of popcorn.

I grab my phone off the bedside table and go to the other room to answer it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey, Lia," a male voice says from the other end. "It's officer Richardson."

"Oh, hi," I say, a little nervously. Is this something about Jeremiah? "What's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to call and let you know," he starts. "We have a court day for Jeremiah's trial."

"Really?" I ask, a bit more excitement in my tone.

"Yeah!" he replies, mimicking my expression.

"When is it?" I ask.

"Two months time," he replies. "November 8th."

"Awesome!" I smile, even though I know he can't see me.

"I'll see you there?" he asks.

"Of course," I reply. "Should I tell Harry?"

"Yes," the officer says. "We'd like him to be present during the trial."

"OK," I say. "Bye."

"See ya," and the line goes dead.

I close my phone and make my way back into the room where Kaia is sitting, on her phone, the telly still paused at where it was.

When she sees me come in, she puts her phone down and looks up.

"Who was it?" she asks, curiously.

"It was officer Richardson," I reply. The look on her face tells me she does not know who that is. "He's the cop I've been in touch with since the Jeremiah incident."

"Oh OK," she nods. "What did he want?"

"He told me that we have a court date set to see if Jeremiah is gonna be charged," I say with a grin.

"That's awesome!" she says, sitting up a bit further. "When is it?"

"November 8th," I reply. "So close yet so far."

"Nice!" she laughs.

"I'm kind of worried, though," I say, my grin fading into a small frown.

"What for?" my best friend asks.

"What if he doesn't get charged?" I say.

"Why wouldn't he?" she asks, confused.

"He didn't actually fire the gun," I tell her. "He just pointed it at us. I know he had full intention of shooting but the jury doesn't know that and they might bring that up and not charge him. I really want him to go to jail for all the pain and stress he's caused me. And he deserves to."

"You just need to be optimistic," she reassures me. "Think happy thoughts."

"OK," I laugh. "Now, un pause, this one is really good and I want to see what the judges say."

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