-.- I guess wearing ripped up jeans and a t shirt isn't suitable for court. It wasn't like I was anything important, I was basically just one of those witness people. Bre was the one that had to take our dad to court, for all the fucked up things he's done to her. We weren't gonna get much money, but we could get him into jail again. Darrel came with me cause he wanted to be a lawyer at some point and knew all those big fancy words, so he could translate them in normal people words.
After what felt like 8 hours later, (Which Darrel later told me it was only like an hour and 1/2), court was almost over. Dad basically pleated guilty and everything seemed pretty good. Till the judge call "Ms. Breanna Reynolds" to the stand. We all just looked at her funny. Who's Ms. Reynolds.
The judge repeated "Ms. Breanna Reynolds."
Are little lawyer dude stood up, said some fancy words that translated to "My clients name is Ms. Breanna Parker"
The judge said some stuff blah blah blah, they can talk a lot. It turns out Breanna, never was my sister? To make a long story short, I guess Mr.Parker was really my dad and not Bre's. And The Person I Called Mom, Was Really Not My Mom But Bre's. My mom died shortly after I was born. I guess him and Bre's mom where friends and lived together. And when Bre's mom got pregnant the father bailed so it was just the 2 of them. They weren't married or any shit. They just shared a house, and wanted us to have both parents so they confused us like that.
Yeah, that made sense.
So after that the judge pretty much hated my dad blah blah blah he's going to jail without bail and what not.
