Forgiving Justice

"...So it came a bit of a shock to me when I saw what was happening between Bella and Theo. No one would have guessed that anything like that could happen to us: the happy go lucky Balmers and Kensits living in the big house on the corner. But that’s the funny thing about life.
You never know what’s coming next."

Fifteen year old Natalie Balmer/Kensit has never really felt like she belongs. Throughout her childhood she was continually bounced from one home to another- whilst keeping a terrible secret that her older sister Bella was being brutally abused.
Now, living in care, seperated from her family and in a steady relationship with boyfriend Jasper, Natalie is shocked to find her past being dragged out in front of her.

Theo is back. And his story's in court.

Natalie, as the only witness to Bella and Theo's injustice, is now compelled to make a life changing decision- Keep her families together?

Or serve Bella justice and send her sister to prison?

Coming soon!


11. The Sudden Squeaking of Wheels.

The sudden squeaking of wheels told me that Theo had arrived into the hearing. The abrupt change of atmosphere, and the coldness that suddenly filled the small space was unmistakable. I looked up to meet Jasper’s slightly disturbed gaze, following the wheels of Theo’s wheelchair vigilantly.

Trying not to be sick, I stole a glance at the rest of my family. Mattie’s silent tears had now amplified into full-blown sobs, turning the plump lady’s navy blouse indigo with his tears.

Elliot, having always been the braver twin, was not crying but sat bolt upright on the bench coldly, though his eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with purple. It looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. Jamie had his arm tightly round both Chrystal and Lottie, who both appeared to not be staring at anything in particular. They didn’t even give their brother the slightest impression that they knew who he was.


Theo, however, was making it his austere obligation to ogle each member of the family in turn. The way he scrutinised us with his brilliant ice blue eyes felt to me as if he was blaming, even condemning the family for his current condition, whom he put through so much anguish in his childhood.

It was as if he was saying, look at what you have done to me.


Despite his atrocious past: filled to the brim with neglect, pain and brutality, Theo looked... well. The way in which his coal black hair was greased into a slick, polished quiff, the way his cheekbones stood out prominently against his face, the way his arms pushing the whiny wheels were sturdy and muscular...


If an outsider were to come in and scrutinise this authoritative looking man, they could easily mistake him for a rock star. He was handsome. Beautiful, even.


The only downside of course was the smart looking wheelchair that he was forever bound to; the only constant reminder of his sorrowful past that he could not escape from.


The knowledge that his own stepsister had caused him this burden.


Theo’s lifeless legs were covered in an old, ratted tartan blanket going right down to his ankles, where his highly polished brogues poked out of the edge conspicuously.


His female lawyer walked about a metre behind him, clasped hands to her chest, her chestnut brown hair pinned strictly into a tight bun. It was a perfect match, I thought. Both of them looked as severe and indignant as the other.


All I could bring myself to do was stare at my feet, breathing noisily, as the squeaking of wheels became louder and louder, and suddenly came to a stop. I raised my head, almost excruciatingly slowly. Theo’s icy glare shot me straight in the pupil. I shivered uncontrollably.

The silky smooth voice that escaped Theo’s lips that moment was surprisingly enticing. It took me a minute to realise that this man was the same boy who tormented my now ruined sister all those years ago on a day-to-day basis.


“Natalie,” Theo addressed me, unexpectedly politely, holding out his hand for me to shake it. I looked up at his face, not knowing how to respond, and his eyes tightened as if to say, come on, I dare you.

Just as I was sat there, debating what to do, I heard Jasper’s outraged voice suddenly break out.

“Get him away from her!”


Jasper was standing up, his whole frame quivering, his hands clenched into fists on his hips. Theo heard the remark and turned around, his wheels doing a 360, his arms tensing with the effort. I didn’t want to see Theo’s expression that moment. I saw Jamie lean across the bench and tug Jasper gently on the arm.


“Come on mate. Don’t get him worked up.”


It sounded like a stern caution. It sounded like Jamie knew what would happen if Theo got angry. But in truth, none of us knew. None of us knew what would happen if we set Theo off.


Except Bella. She knew.


With a deep exhale, Theo turned around and parked his wheelchair in the prosecution box.


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