All I Want Is Happy Ending
The evidence is...
Like they’re trying to erase what happened.
I sit in the corner, legs swinging from the too-tall chair.
Twelve years old, but somehow still too small for this room.
Elara Whitmore
( They braided my hair today. )
Elara Whitmore
( Tied it with a blue ribbon. )
Elara Whitmore
( As if that makes me more believable. )
Elara Whitmore
( No one asked if I was okay. )
Elara Whitmore
( They never do. )
( FL’s Father )
* clears his throat *
( FL’s Father )
Your honor, I’ve done everything I could.
Raising a child alone isn’t easy.
( FL’s Father )
She’s been struggling mentally since her mother passed.
Elara Whitmore
* watching him *
Elara Whitmore
( He doesn’t even blink when he lies. )
Elara Whitmore
* scoffs in mind *
Elara Whitmore
( Hands folded. Tie straight.
The mask fits perfectly. )
[Lawyer 1]:
“We have character witnesses who say she was fine before—”
[Lawyer 2 (interrupting)]:
“She’s been erratic. Disconnected from reality.
There’s no real proof to support her claims.”
[Judge (sternly)]:
“This hearing is not about opinions. We need evidence, not assumptions.”
Their eyes never meet mine.
[Whispers across the courtroom]:
“She hasn’t said a word since the hospital.”
[Whispers across the courtroom]:
“She’s too fragile to understand what’s happening.”
Elara Whitmore
( I understand more than all of them combined. )
Elara Whitmore
* fingers curl into fists *
Elara Whitmore
( I hear it in his voice. )
Elara Whitmore
( The softness. The pretend concern. )
Elara Whitmore
( Like I’m some sad little girl he’s trying to save. )
( FL’s Father )
* softly, with a rehearsed sigh *
( FL’s Father )
She’s confused. She imagines things. She just needs help.
I glance at him.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks when he’s scared I might speak.
The lawyers keep tossing words like darts.
I keep staring at the notebook in my bag.
The one I’ve hidden since I was nine.
Inside it: truth written in silence.
Memories no one wanted to hear.
Elara Whitmore
* breathing slowly *
I wasn’t confused.
I wasn’t unstable.
I was surviving.
[Lawyer 2]:
“There is still no documented evidence—”
[Judge]:
“Unless the child wishes to speak?”
My hands shake.
My lips part.
And before I can stop myself—
Elara Whitmore
…I have evidence.
[Courtroom]:
Chairs creak. Heads turn. Gasps ripple quietly.
[Whisper]:
“Was that her?”
[Judge (blinks, stunned)]:
Miss Whitmore?
Did you say something?
My father finally looks at me.
Eyes wide.
That same flicker I’ve seen when I catch him off guard.
( FL’s Father )
* strained voice * Elara… sweetheart, don’t—
Elara Whitmore
Don’t call me that. * cutts in *
I rise from the chair.
Slow.
Like I’m waking up from a very long sleep.
I pull the notebook from my bag.
Its corners are bent.
Its spine is cracked.
Like me.
Elara Whitmore
You want proof?
You want facts?
Elara Whitmore
The evidence is…
They thought I was quiet because I was weak.
But silence is how I stayed alive.
The Same Blood
The courtroom doors groaned shut behind her, sealing in the tension, the stares, the chaos.
Outside, it was colder than she remembered.
Or maybe it was just her — drained, numb, but still standing.
Elara exhaled, watching her breath fade into the air.
She looked down at her hands.
Still trembling.
Still weak.
Yet her spine —
Elara Whitmore
( I did it )
Elara Whitmore
… I spoke because no one else would have. right?
Elara Whitmore
( glare’s at him )
Judge pretends as he didn’t hear
Footsteps behind them.
Polished. Measured. Familiar.
( FL’s Father )
There you are.
( FL’s Father )
Officer let me have my finnal words with my lovely daughter ( softly, almost rehearsed )
The police officers glanced each other for approval
Elara Whitmore
( turns around facing him. )
police: don’t think of doing anything else, just 1 minute
( FL’s Father )
Thank you ( smiling broadly )
( FL’s Father )
( squats down ) I raised you. I gave you this life. And you repay me like this? ( whispers )
Elara Whitmore
(dry, flat) You gave me survival. Not a life.
( FL’s Father )
(quieter, venom beneath the words)
( FL’s Father )
She used to cry all the time, you know. Your mother.
( FL’s Father )
I silenced her. That was the best decision I’ve ever made. She needed quiet. I gave her peace. I was merciful.
Elara’s jaw tensed.
Lawyer instinctively moved closer, sensing the change in her posture.
Elara took one step forward.
Then another.
The police were alert seeing her move
And then — she hugged him.
A cold embrace. No warmth.
No love. Just calculation.
Elara Whitmore
(whispering into his ear)
Elara Whitmore
You think you made a decision?
Elara Whitmore
If the police hadn’t stepped in when they did… I would’ve made one too.
Elara Whitmore
And yours wouldn’t have ended with peace.
Elara Whitmore
consider yourself lucky ❄️
Then, slowly… smiled.
A genuine, twisted grin.
( FL’s Father )
There she is. 😃
( FL’s Father )
That’s my blood.
( FL’s Father )
You’re going to be something terrifying.
( FL’s Father )
Something beautiful.
Elara grits her teeth in anger
( FL’s Father )
I can’t wait to see what you become. 😏
The lawyer, standing just beside them, couldn’t hear the words—
But saw the father’s wicked grin.
The sudden shift in Elara’s expression.
“Get him away from her. Right now. He’s not allowed near the child. And keep him from speaking to her again”
The officers grabbed the father just as his laughter echoed faintly down the marble steps.
His eyes remained on Elara the entire time.
Elara Whitmore
so, you did one useful thing in the end.
Lawyer (uncertain): …What was that?
Elara Whitmore
Told them to take him away. Should’ve done that years ago.
Introduction
Dimly lit office, late evening.
Lawyer: It’s been eight years… Why would you want this now?
The man standing before him didn’t even blink.
Raven-black hair slicked back, a few strands falling onto his sharp brow.
A cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, the smoke curling like it feared him.
He wore all black — shirt slightly unbuttoned, suit tailored like a weapon.
Eyes unreadable. Expression locked somewhere between arrogance and apathy.
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
( low voice ) You still in duty, Holden?
Holand / Lawyer
…No. Retired three years ago.
The man smirked, flicking ash onto the floor without care.
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
Then you don’t get answers.
He turned without waiting for a response.
Holand / Lawyer
( gets up from his seat ) At least tell me why now? That girl—she’s not part of your case.
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
( over his shoulder ) I’ll reach out if I need anything else.
The office door clicked shut behind him
He slid into the driver’s seat and tossed the thick case file onto the passenger side.
It landed with a dull thud.
A photo slipped halfway out —
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
( didn’t even glance at it )
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
( phone rings, answers without looking )
Adrian Kael Renwick / ML / Investor
Yeah… I’m on my way. Send me the coordinates.
He pulled onto the street, lights flickering across his windshield.
Evening. A quiet, cozy home.
The boy’s pencil had been still for a while. His gaze wasn’t on the math problem anymore — it was on her.
Caleb
( curiously ) Miss Elara… do you have a boyfriend?
Elara Whitmore / FL
( pauses writing on notebook )
She blinked once. Slowly.
Elara Whitmore / FL
( coolly ) Why? Planning to introduce someone?
Caleb
( grinning shyly ) No… just wondering. You’re really pretty.
She tilts her head, watching him for a moment —
as if trying to figure out how this little brain even learned that line.
Elara Whitmore / FL
( dryly ) Aren’t you a little young to worry about someone’s love life?
Elara Whitmore / FL
( redirecting ) Finish this equation. If you solve it right, I’ll tell you the square root of my dating history.
Caleb
…That sounds complicated.
She gives a rare, faint smile.
The kid ran toward his parents after his class
His mom leaned on the father’s shoulder. They looked happy — easy, warm
Before heading out she took her monthly payment for tutoring.
Elara Whitmore / FL
( walking down the street )
Elara Whitmore / FL
( making phone calls )
Elara Whitmore / FL
?? strange. why isn’t he picking up ??
Elara Whitmore / FL
( it’s already been a month… should I pay him short visit?
Elara walked up a dim stairwell.
She heard a faint voice from one of the doors up ahead.
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