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MidReal Story
The Unlikely Friend
Scenario:My mom's mother in law Roberta Cornett is a malignant narcissist family court judge. She made our mother loose custody of us and we had to go to our dad's. She liked him idk why tho. She was fighting to get us back. In the court hearing to appeal the case my mother was speaking to the other judge named Michael Schmidt. Then judge Cornett got up out of her chair and yelled "that's not true she's lying. "Judge Cornett please sit down said judge Schmidt. "No I don't want to sit down. Then a bailiff placed glue on her chair and said judge Cornett you now have the chance to sit down or sit down permanently. Her eyes widened. "Stop threatening me!" she said, pointing a long, teal and cheetah print fake nail at him. It was the first time that I saw fear on her face. "W-what is that" she stammered pointing at the chair. She looked around the courtroom for sympathy but there were none. All of the people were waiting for her to sit down. She then sighed. her face a mask of horrified realization, she lowered her butt onto the chair. I saw a muscle twitch violently in her cheek, the only outward sign of the monumental battle raging within her. She remained silent, rigid. The glue did its job. She was stuck. when the hearing was over she yanked. she tugged. she pulled. and then a piece of her pants stayed stuck to the chair. She was embarrassed. "Wow judge Cornett you're so scary" i said sarcastically rolling my eyes. Now she's 64 years old. It has been 10 years since this ordeal. She retired from family court. Of course it's embarrassing a piece of her pants stayed stuck to the chair because she was sitting on the dried glue for a long time. She had developed an irrational fear of chairs, always checking before she sat down, claiming the trauma from that fateful day haunted her. Sometimes we still see her because after all she is our grandma and her mother. Like if we're at a restaurant she places her hand on the chair to see if there is anything sticky on it. And if there is she will stand. One sunny afternoon, Lily and Max decided to take their grandmother on an adventure to the local park. The park was filled with laughter, children playing, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers. As they strolled along the path, Roberta's eyes sparkled with a hint of nostalgia.
"Remember when I used to take you both to the park?" she asked, her voice softening.
"Of course! But you were always so serious!" Max replied, grinning.
Roberta chuckled, a sound that was rare and precious. They found a lovely picnic spot under a big oak tree, and as they sat down on the blanket, Roberta hesitated. She looked at the chair beside her, her heart racing. "Is it sticky?" she whispered, glancing at Lily and Max.
Lily giggled. "No, Grandma! It's just a chair!"
With a deep breath, Roberta finally sat down, and for the first time in years, she felt a sense of freedom. The laughter of her grandchildren filled the air, and she realized that maybe, just maybe, she could let go of the past.
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Lily
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a grown woman with a loving family. She is caring, humorous, and understanding. She recalls a traumatic event in her childhood when her grandmother, Roberta Cornett, a former judge, lost custody of her and her brother due to Roberta's volatile relationship with their father. Despite the past, Lily maintains a close relationship with Roberta. Years later, Lily accompanies Roberta to the park for a rare outing, where they share moments of laughter and reminiscence.
Father (unidentified)
side_character, male. He is the biological father of Lily and Max. He is manipulative, authoritative, and controlling. He was involved in the custody battle with Roberta over his children when they were young. His actions led to them losing their mother in the family courts. His influence continued to affect Lily's life as she grew up aware of the strained relationship between her father and grandmother.
Max
side_character, male. He is Lily's husband and the father of their children. He is supportive, playful, and attentive. Max joins Lily and their family for a day out at the park, where he teases his grandmother about her past experiences. He provides companionship to Lily and enjoys spending time with his wife and their grandchildren, creating a loving family environment.
My mom's mother in law Roberta Cornett is a malignant narcissist family court judge.
She made our mother loose custody of us and we had to go to our dad's.
She liked him idk why tho.
She was fighting to get us back.
In the court hearing to appeal the case my mother was speaking to the other judge named Michael Schmidt.
Then judge Cornett got up out of her chair and yelled "that's not true she's lying. "
"Judge Cornett please sit down" said judge Schmidt.
"No I don't want to sit down. "
A bailiff came out with a chair in his hands.
"Judge Cornett you now have the chance to sit down or sit down permanently and I don't think you want that" he said, placing the chair in front of her.
She looked at the chair, then at the bailiff, confused.
"What do you mean?"
She asked.
The bailiff didn't answer her question; instead he placed glue on the chair and let it dry for a few seconds.
"Judge Cornett please sit down" he said, pointing at the chair.
Roberta's eyes widened; she looked horrified.
She didn't want to sit on the chair but she had no choice left.
She sighed and sat on the chair, but as soon as she did her eyes widened in shock and horror.
I lean forward in my seat, watching Roberta squirm uncomfortably.
Her face flushes red as she tries to subtly lift herself up, but her body remains firmly planted on the chair.
My sister Sarah sits beside me, and I nudge her with my elbow, trying not to draw attention to our amusement.
The courtroom continues its proceedings as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
Roberta's hands grip the armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white as she tries to figure out her next move.
Judge Schmidt calls for a brief recess, and the courtroom erupts into murmurs of conversation.
But Roberta doesn't move; she remains seated, frozen in place.
The crowd starts filing out, throwing curious glances at the immobile judge.
Sarah stifles a giggle, and I lean in to whisper to her, "I guess Judge Cornett is stuck for the day."
As we make our way out of the courtroom, we glance back one last time to see Roberta attempting another futile tug at her seat.
I lean towards Sarah, keeping my voice low.
"Let's get something from the vending machine."
She nods in agreement, and we both slip off our hard wooden benches.
As we edge past the remaining spectators, I catch a glimpse of Mom's attorney gathering his papers.
He pretends not to notice Roberta's struggle, but a hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
The bailiff stands nearby, arms crossed, monitoring the situation with an air of amusement.
Roberta's face grows even redder as she makes another attempt to stand, her movements more frantic this time.
"Don't you dare leave," she hisses at us through clenched teeth.
"We're just getting a snack, Judge Cornett," Sarah replies innocently, her eyes wide with faux innocence.
"Besides," I add with a smirk, "it looks like you'll be here for a while."
Roberta's glare could melt steel, but she remains glued to her seat, powerless.
Sarah and I walk down the empty courthouse hallway, our footsteps echoing against the marble floors.
I dig through my pockets for loose change while Sarah keeps glancing back toward the courtroom doors, barely containing her giggles.
The vending machine is located in a corner near the exit, its fluorescent light casting a harsh glow.
We approach it, and I feed quarters into the slot one by one, the metallic clinks punctuating our hushed conversation.
"What should we get?"
Sarah asks, scanning the options behind the glass.
"Something that'll make us laugh even harder," I reply mischievously.
"I think we should get Roberta's favorite candy bar," Sarah suggests with a sly smile.
"A peace offering?"
I raise an eyebrow.
"Maybe. But mostly to see how she tries to eat it while stuck."
I select B6 for a Snickers bar and press the button.
The machine whirs to life, and the chocolate bar spirals down before dropping with a thud into the dispenser.
Sarah and I stroll back to the courtroom, passing the security guard, who raises an eyebrow at our poorly concealed snickering.
We push open the heavy wooden doors, and our eyes immediately land on Roberta.
She's still cemented to her chair, her face a deeper shade of crimson than before.
I slowly unwrap the Snickers bar, the crinkle of the wrapper drawing her attention.
Her eyes lock onto the chocolate bar as I break it in half and share it with Sarah.
"Would you like some, Grandma?"
I ask sweetly, holding out a piece.
I hold out the Snickers bar toward Roberta, expecting her usual stern reaction.
Instead, her shoulders suddenly relax, and a small smile tugs at her lips.
"Well, I suppose I deserve this," she says, her voice softer than I've ever heard it.
Surprised by her change in demeanor, I step closer and place half the chocolate bar in her outstretched hand.
Sarah stops mid-giggle, watching wide-eyed as Roberta takes a bite.
The security guard coughs to hide his shock.
A piece of chocolate smudges on Roberta's chin as she chews, and for the first time that day, genuine warmth fills her eyes.
"Thank you," she murmurs, glancing around the room as if seeing it anew.
Sarah nudges me, whispering, "Did we just break the Roberta code?"
Roberta chuckles softly, "Maybe you did, but don't think this means I'm going easy on your mother."
I lean against the courtroom wall, watching the afternoon light stream through the tall windows as people file back in for the resumed session.
The Snickers wrapper crinkles in my hand as I throw it away, still processing Roberta's unexpected moment of vulnerability.
Sarah nudges me again, pointing at the chocolate smear on our grandmother's chin.
Roberta tries to maintain her dignity, straightening her suit jacket while still firmly adhered to the chair.
When Judge Schmidt returns, he pauses at the sight of Roberta eating candy, his eyebrows raised.
The absurdity of the situation hits me, and I exchange knowing looks with Sarah.
The courtroom doors swing open, letting in a stream of people returning from recess.
Roberta's eyes are still bright with suppressed laughter.
The familiar shuffle of feet and murmur of voices fills the room as attorneys and clerks take their places.
I grab Sarah's arm and pull her toward the back corner, away from curious ears.
"About what happened with the Snickers," I whisper, glancing at Roberta, who's trying to discretely wipe her chin while still glued to her chair.
"Let's not tell anyone - it'll be our thing."
Sarah nods, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Agreed," she whispers back, "but I have a feeling Grandma's got more surprises up her sleeve."
Roberta catches our eye and winks, adding, "And you two better be ready for them."
I lean against the courtroom wall, watching as Judge Schmidt adjusts his robes and taps his gavel for attention.
The room falls silent except for the soft rustle of papers.
My mother's attorney straightens his tie while glancing at his notes.
Sarah nudges me, pointing at Roberta who's trying to maintain her dignity despite being glued to her chair.
She shifts uncomfortably, attempting to sit up straight, but the fabric of her pants pulls against the adhesive.
A small chocolate smudge remains on her chin, and when she reaches for her water glass, her hand trembles slightly.
I lean against the wall, watching her struggle to keep her composure while still firmly attached to her chair.
The chocolate smudge on her chin catches my eye again, and I remember the moment she shared with the Snickers bar.
My stomach tightens as I recall slipping something into her water glass while Sarah distracted her with the candy.
Roberta's hand trembles more as she lifts the glass, her fingers curling around it uncertainly.
Sarah shoots me a knowing look, and I force myself to keep a straight face.
The glass slips from Roberta's grasp, shattering the courtroom's silence with a sharp crash.
I hurry across the courtroom floor, grabbing tissues from a nearby box.
Water spreads out beneath Roberta's chair, and she tries to dab at her wet clothes with her free hand.
"Here, let me help," I say, kneeling beside her to mop up the puddle.
Glass shards glint under the fluorescent lights.
The bailiff approaches with a dustpan, but I wave him away.
As I clean, guilt gnaws at me - the substance I slipped in her drink is clearly taking effect.
Roberta's breathing grows uneven.
I watch helplessly as her chest heaves irregularly, the sound of her labored breathing filling the room.
The guilt weighs heavier with each passing second.
Suddenly, a man in a gray suit stands up from the gallery, his voice cutting through the tension.
"I'm a physician!" he exclaims, his eyes locked on Roberta.
He rushes toward us, a medical bag in hand.
My heart pounds in my chest as he kneels beside Roberta's chair, quickly assessing her symptoms.
When he pulls out a small vial and syringe, I step back, trembling.
The doctor's hands move with practiced efficiency as he administers the injection into Roberta's arm.
I slump against the wall, my legs weak.
The doctor's words are a blur as I watch him tend to Roberta.
The syringe lies empty on the floor beside her chair.
Roberta's breathing slowly steadies, but her face remains pale and clammy.
Sarah grabs my arm, her fingers digging in painfully.
"What did you do?" she whispers urgently, her voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.
I can't answer her.
The chocolate stain on Roberta's chin seems to mock me now - that moment of connection twisted by my betrayal.
Judge Schmidt's voice cuts through the chaos.
"Proceedings are suspended until further notice," he declares, his expression grave.
The doctor continues monitoring Roberta's vital signs, his eyes fixed on her fragile form.
I hover near him, my hands fidgeting with the crumpled tissues from cleaning up the water.
When he reaches for his stethoscope again, I step forward and clear my throat.
"Is there anything I can do?"
My voice cracks as the words leave my lips.
The doctor glances up at me, his hand adjusting the blood pressure cuff on Roberta's arm.
She sits limply in her glued chair, her face ashen except for that damning smear of chocolate.
Sarah stands behind me, her fingernails digging into my shoulder.
The doctor looks me in the eye and says, "You've done enough."
I lean against the wall, watching as he continues to monitor Roberta's vital signs.
My hands tremble as I fold them across my chest, trying to appear casual despite the turmoil inside me.
The chocolate smear on Roberta's chin seems to mock our earlier moment of connection.
Sarah releases my shoulder but stays close, her presence both comforting and accusatory.
When Roberta's eyes finally flutter open, they lock onto mine with a mix of confusion and betrayal.
The doctor adjusts her IV line while explaining something about drug interactions, but his words are lost over the pounding in my ears.
I approach Roberta's chair cautiously, my shoes squeaking against the polished courtroom floor.
Her eyes flutter open again, still unfocused from the medication.
The doctor steps back but doesn't leave her side, his stethoscope dangling from his neck like a constant reminder of her fragile state.
"Roberta, it's me," I whisper, kneeling beside her.
My hand hovers near hers, not daring to touch.
She turns her head slightly, the chocolate smear still visible on her chin.
Her fingers twitch against the armrest she's glued to, and she tries to speak but only manages a weak cough.
I reach for a clean tissue from my pocket, my hand trembling.
The chocolate stain seems to mock me now - a reminder of our brief moment of connection before I shattered her trust.
The courtroom remains deathly quiet except for Roberta's labored breathing.
As I lean closer to wipe her face, the doctor shifts but doesn't stop me.
The tissue feels rough against my fingers as I carefully dab at the brown smear.
Roberta's eyes flutter open again, meeting mine with a mix of confusion and hurt that makes my stomach clench.
I watch anxiously as her strength slowly returns, her fingers gripping the armrests with renewed determination.
The doctor steps back, giving her space but still monitoring her condition.
She shifts her weight slightly, testing the chair's hold on her.
Her face hardens with resolve as she braces herself against the seat.
Suddenly, she throws her body forward with all her might.
The sound of ripping fabric fills the courtroom.
She stumbles forward, leaving a large patch of her pants still stuck to the chair.
Sarah gasps beside me.
I lunge forward as Roberta sways, my hands catching her elbows before she falls.
The torn fabric of her pants hangs awkwardly, revealing the silk slip underneath.
"Easy, Grandma," I whisper, helping her find her footing on trembling legs.
The doctor hovers nearby with his medical bag open.
Roberta's fingers dig into my forearms as she steadies herself, her grip surprisingly strong despite the drugs in her system.
When she looks at me, her eyes are clearer now, searching my face.
The chocolate stain on her chin has smeared from her struggle to stand.
"Why did you do it, Alex?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
I swallow hard, knowing there's no more room for lies.
"Because I thought it was the only way to protect you," I admit, my voice cracking under the weight of the truth.
I hold my breath as she slowly releases her grip on my arms, steadying herself against the table.
The courtroom is dead silent, except for the sound of her labored breathing.
Her hand trembles as she reaches for mine, her fingers still weak from the drugs.
The chocolate stain on her chin catches the harsh fluorescent light overhead.
My stomach churns with shame as she squeezes my hand gently, her eyes meeting mine with a warmth I didn't expect.
"You were trying to protect me from myself," she whispers hoarsely.
The doctor hovers nearby, his medical bag at the ready in case she needs him again.
Sarah watches us with wide eyes, her expression a mix of confusion and concern.
"I never wanted you to find out like this," I confess, my voice barely steady.
Roberta nods slowly, her eyes softening as she takes in my words.
"Sometimes the truth is the only thing that can set us free," she murmurs, a hint of understanding in her tone.