The Styles Triplets

Harry, Edward and Marcel may all look the same, but they are completely different, especially their secrets. Baylee may look like a normal girl, but her mom passed away 6 years ago and no one knows the real reason why, until she is forced to tell the boys. Not only does she have a big secret, they all do too.


30. Chapter Thirty

The judge got Harry to sit up in the witness stand, then Marcel, the Edward, and now me. The person asking the questions, asked the same, or near similar question to each of us, which I must say, was stupid.

Interviewer: Good afternoon.

Harry: Hello.

Marcel: Afternoon sir.

Edward: *nodded*

Me: Good Afternoon.

Interviewer: I'm just going to get straight into it. Now where were you when Dylan admitted the crime he committed?

Harry: I was in the front yard with my brother Marcel. Edward told us to stay there.

Marcel: I was sitting on the steps of the house waiting for Edward and Baylee with Harry.

Edward: I was in the kitchen, next to the living room, waiting there, listening, so that if Baylee needed help I could help her.

Baylee: In the living room with him.

Interviewer: Do you believe he committed the crime?

Harry: Well he did admit yes I do.

Marcel: Yeah, of course. Through the trauma Baylee went through, you can see it happened by the way she acts and you can see it in her eyes.

Edward: Definitely.

Me: It happened right in front of me. So of course I do.

Interviewer: What do you think was his motive?

Harry: How would I know? He never seemed like a psychopath when I met him.

Marcel: Probably childhood memories.

Edward: Something to do with his family?

Me: I know it was because my mum cheated on him when they were going through a need to kill someone. He knew from the beginning...I think? But I think there is more to the story.

Interviewer: Any other comments?

Harry: Is there any food near here?

Marcel: If you need help, on any other cases, I'll be glad to help. I find this field rather interesting and would love to get some experience before I go to college.

Edward: He better not come near Baylee.

Me: No.

We sat in our seats for about 10 minutes after each of our semi-interviews were done. I think we were waiting for the judge to say something. I'm not sure. I've only seen Judge Judy like once.

I looked over at the Jury and saw them staring straight in front of them not showing any facial expressions. I looked over at the man who ruined my life and saw him staring right at me with an evil smirk.

I averted my gaze to the back to look at David. He noticed me looking and sent a sincere smile making me feel calm.

"Order!" knock, knock, knock. "May the jury please step out and discuss whether or not this man is guilty or not. The rest of you, there will be a break until the jury come to a decision. Please escort yourselves outside," And with that, the judge stood up and escorted the jury to a back room.

Aunt Katy and I stood up and started following the triplets out of the room. When we got to the door David winked at me. Not in a creepy way, but more like telling me everything is going to be okay. I nodded a little thanks, nod and continued out.

"I swear if he doesn't go to prison, I'll be going instead," Edward says as we made a little circle. Aunt Katy just left to go to the bathroom.

"You'll be as bad as him, so don't say that. Don't follow in that dickhead's footsteps." Marcel tells him.

"I just want to get as far away from him as possible and as long as possible. He has made my life a living hell and I need to focus on my final year!" I say scaring myself, holding my head in my hands and closing my eyes.

I heard whispering and such but didn't pay any attention until I felt arms wrap around me.

"Baylee, please calm down. I need you to understand that no matter what happens we will all be there for you. Especially me. And I know I shouldn't be saying it, but the gang is on your side," Edward says in my ear.

I look up and notice that Marcel and Harry had moved away.

"I just don't want anyone else hurt. He has scarred me for life. And I absolutely hate how he has such an effect on me," I say sobbing into his chest as he held me.

"Baylee, please stop crying," he said but I didn't listen.

Instead, he grabbed my chin and pulled it so I was looking at him.

"Baylee, I need to tell you something before we go in there," He said.

I nod, taking a deep breath in, trying to calm down, whilst still keeping hold of his gaze.

"How do I put this?" He asks, more to himself.

"The start maybe?" I answer, a small smile coming onto my face.

"Well, since Dylan will most likely be thrown into jail, The Snaker's will be needing a new leader," he says.

"I thought you were?" I ask, confused as to where he is going with this.

"I'm temporarily stepping up. But there is another rule, that we haven't told you," He starts to say, taking a step back, giving us space. "That rule being, if the leader falls, the second in charge is to step up temporarily until there is a verdict. If there is no one that is related to him that can take charge, anyone in the gang can nominate themselves."

"Okay? So there is no one that related to him? Who's going to step up?" I ask, really confused as to why he is telling me this.

"This is the problem. Gang laws state, if the leader is on a birth certificate of a child, they have a relative, and therefore an heir," He says, scratching his neck, looking nervous.

Why is he telling me this? He doesn't have a child. Wait. Oh, my god. "Chace," I whisper. I look up at Edward, and the look on his face told me exactly what I thought, was the truth. "But how? When? What?"

"Your brother moved away because Dylan wanted to train him and make him the next leader. We've contacted him, and he is in town. He tried to cause trouble, hence why Marcel and I left. And we've been trying to convince him, that's why we are out for 12 hours during the night. I'm sure you have noticed that " Edward explains.

"What the fuck?" I say, holding my head, not believing what I was hearing. For some reason, I didn't believe a word that they said last week. But everything has sunk down and hit me. This is all real. "Why were Niall and such looking for you two?" I ask.

"They don't want Chace to take over. They have a bad past with him, and don't believe he would be good," Edward says.

"I can't believe this. Where is he now? Where is Chace," I say looking around?

"He's at the Snaker bar. He has been staying there since he came down. After all this ends, we all have to go down. Considering Dylan is legally your dad, you have a say in this. And because you know about this world, well, I guess we dragged you into it," Edward says, looking remorseful.

"You guys did. There was no build up, just a load of information at once," I say, anger in my voice.

"You don't understand how badly I've been wanting to tell you," Edward says, taking a step closer and putting his arms around my waist. "I know I keep saying it, but I really care about you, Baylee. I've always made sure that someone was out there looking after you because God knows what that bastard could do," he says, then kisses the top of my head.

I rest my hands on his upper arms, looking down. "I'm not sure if I should say sorry, or thank you."

"Don't say anything. Your trust in me says it all," he says, leaning down to look into my eyes. "Baylee, I really like you, I never had. Heck, I -"

"May Miss Jensen's family, friends and she come into the courtroom?" The judge called.

"That's our cue to go in," He says, kissing my forehead again.

I nodded and we step away from each other. Suddenly I feel sad and lonely. But then, Edward's hand intertwines with mine as we walked into the room.

"Please take a seat and we will have Mrs. Lopez tell you what they have decided," The judge explains as we take our seats.

Mrs. Lopez stands up from the jury box and comes and stands in front of us.

"Afternoon everyone. I'll be announcing what is set to happen to Dylan Jensen. As we all know he was accused of murdering his wife six years ago, and recently admitted it. The jury, the judge and I have discussed long and hard what will happen. We have decided that Dylan Jensen is," She paused.

Of course, she had to pause! Edward noticed me tense and squeezed my hand to calm me down, to some extent it did.

"He is, guilty. He shall be sentenced to prison for twenty-five years. Please have a safe drive home," She said and turned back to the jury.

Edward pulled me up and engulfed me into a hug.

"He's gone. Guilty. Twenty-five years," I say, hugging him back.

He pulled away slightly so he can look at me, "Baylee, you're free now!" He said smiling at me.

He looked all over my face as if he was searching for something. He must've found what he was searching for and started to lean in.

Next thing I knew, I was kissing him. It wasn't like the kiss that night when I was drunk. It was slow and meaningful. Not much, but enough to make my heart flutter.

We pulled away and smiled at each other.

"Let's go. There are things to do, and people to see," He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out.

Time to go to the gang house...

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