The Wheels Of Justus Part 2

Chapter 207-1

The Wheels Of Justus

Part 2

 

The Judge had seen enough as he dismissed Paul Cranny’s testimony and his case against me, however, I had failed to prove that Paul had rapped me, and it is the only speculation if he had raped his boys and as well as Shawn and Arthur. My lawyer reminded him that we did have proof of him raping his boys if he would like to view the tape inside his chambers; he asked my father if he had any proof of me rapping his daughters or proof of me and my friends trying to kill him.

My father said. “Yes; we all have been to a doctor and found that they both have been raped several times, That Susan and Becky both say he and his friends are responsible.”

He quickly asked Susan and she said. “Yes, that I and my friends have not only rapped her and her sisters Becky they have tried to kill us and our father.”

Becky stood up and said. “No they didn’t, and you know it. You are just angry because no one is willing to have sex with you, and he has a car and you don’t.”

She was about to say that only sex Susan got was paid sex from boys, but my mother quickly stood and said That neither of her daughters had ever been raped, but both of them have had consensual sex from boys in their schools and neighborhood. I saw the look on my grandmother's face which said, my mother was about to die. My mother quickly said she had recently caught the girls having sex, that now that she is aware of it she has put a stop too it.

Susan and my father demand proof and my lawyer quickly placed a videotape into the VCR of the boys telling the court that they have had sex with Becky and Susan, but Susan spurned them by telling everyone that they had raped them when the truth was she asked for it and tried to give them money to have sex with her. My grandmother’s face went from shock to anger in a matter of minutes.

Susan started to cry stating it was all lies my father growled. “Susan shut the hell up. I know you been having sex, and you know it. The question is with whom and seems that these boys are the ones willing to come forward, making it harder to believe that those immoral freaks rapped you when I know for a fact you either you had sex with these boys if that is the case I can not prove that they rapped you. So shut the hell up.”

The judge asked my father to give proof of some kind that I and my friends he is accusing of had rapped his daughters, that words stating that I and friends had done so will mean nothing since Becky had already said that we hadn’t. And the boys on the tape stated they were the ones having sex with them and none of them were my friends in questions.

He didn’t, and he was beyond shocked and angry because he was sure it was me and my friends, what was worst was they were indeed having sex which meant they were no longer his innocent little girls. Again his plans were slipping through his fingers because he had nothing to prove, other than words, not even a doctor report of finding any DNA with me or my friends with me stating we had raped his two daughters.

The Judged rule that those charges be thrown out since we had proven that we hadn’t raped them. My father had only one thing and it was to show proof of how dangerous I was, my fathers said to his lawyer. “What am I paying you for?”

He said. “You are not paying me anything. The state is paying me and you just told everyone I was doing it for free. I never agreed to those terms. You told me you had all the proof we needed that they didn’t have a single shred of evidence yet apparently they are the ones with the proof and your is flimsy at best.

“So far they have had three of their charges dismissed. It’s on you, not me. I did my job, you went to a doctor and you and your daughters were examined. If they prove that you are the one beating them up or have proof that you have done everything in power to remove them from your home without causes, you are done.”

My lawyer smiled sweetly at my father, “So I’ll let you go first Mr. Shepherd so we can see how your proof stands up against mine regarding the physical abuses you say they have done to you and your daughters.”  She made ready as she pulled out my cases file.

 My father quickly said. “I have the proof from the doctor that shows the marks were he and his friends tried to kill me.” He slid over the file to the bailiff and the letter from the doctor.

I watched as his lawyer stood to call Jim to the stand and said. “So, you're saying that Eric and his friends are dangerous, that you been to the doctor and he has photographed your injuries.” He handed the note to the Judge and the pictures. The Judge asked if he was joking, he said. “According to this letter, it says the injuries you have accrued during the last two weeks are self-inflicted, and not by your son Eric or Aaron or their friends, but by you. That told the doctor to make it sound like that they did it so you could press charges against them, for assault and battery, so they would be removed from the home permanently and enforce the restraining order.”

My father said. “Let me see that,” he handed my father back the letter and the pictures, he gasped reading it, he said. “That’s not what it said when he gave it to me. You must of have switched it.”

The Judge looked at him and growled. “You are accusing me of falsifying evidence?” My father nodded and he said. “Look, do you see any other papers on my desk, other than my notes?” My father looked and so did the bailiff. There was nothing. 

My lawyer said. “If I may address the bench, I would like the show you that it is Mr. Shepherd that is the one threatening Eric, and his brother Aaron as well as his friends. Not the other way around.”

He said. “I only need proof of the last 3 years; his caseworker has already provided evidence in the other cases that Mr. Shepherd has been found guilty of those crimes and why his son Eric is a ward of the state.”

My father smiled and said. “He isn’t an award of the State. He has been adopted by the Rothwell’s and making him their problem, not mine. And because of that, I have refused him to visit his mother, because of his immoral ways, because he has become a dangerous threat to me and my family; which is why I have enforced a restraining order against him, his adoptive parents and his friends.”

My lawyer said. “Yes it is true that he has been or is in the process of being adopted, but it is open adoption at the request of his mother and his grandmother. You see before you the agreement of the contract. I have evidence to prove that Mr. Shepherd has done everything in his power to make certain that Linda Shepherd or his grandmother never sees him. Last week alone he has ruined all his clothes and his brothers. I have the sacks of them here if wish to see them,” he nodded and she motioned them forward. 

The smell was overpowering as he vomited into a garbage can, ordering the bags out of the courtroom. The lawyer continued. “Mr. Shepherd has kicked both his sons out of the house, not only by person, but has demanded that his room be emptied and placed a restraining order on him and his friends, yet making it so he can not leave town until your ruling.

“Every home Eric has been in this past week has been vandalized by Mr. Shepherd and his daughter Susan. One house was burned to the ground as the other homes were made unlivable.”

My father growled. “You have no proof of that.” My lawyer submitted a police report and several statements that listed my father as the primary person ordering his friends and Susan’s friends to do it.

My father said. “They were an unreliable witness because they were forced to give false statements, threatening that they could be facing jail time.”

She continued as she ignored his outburst. "He has asked Family Services to remove both their boys from the home. Yet as you can see according to the agreement that Mr. Shepherd has no say in the matter; one main reason is he has signed his rights away to both his boys. Yet his mother has an open adoption which is pending, and neither his grandmother nor their mother is willing to put his brother Aaron into the system.

“Yet he has kicked them both out infringing on their rights and has emptied their room, refusing them back into the house, regardless that decision is no longer his to make. Yet he is demanding a family court hearing. To make sure that both boys are placed into the system, he has requested that Eric be removed from the Rothwell home and sent out of state and be replaced into a  maximum prison for troubled teens, where he would have no access to his mother or brother more less his grandmother.

“That he would be placed there for the rest of his life knowing that nobody wants him, a made clear that he is to never come within 300 miles or more of his mothers home, or his grandmother and his brother. He has clearly stated he wants him dead or gone one way or another.

My father interrupted her said. “With Good reason you f*****g w***e, he is dangerous and has tried to kill me multiple times.”

She continued. “Yet according to his caseworker regardless of how Mr. Shepherd feels or has tried to over the years to get a conviction from either of a local Judge or The Family courts. It has come to our recent attention that Eric is no longer award of the state, he is has a pending adoption by the Rothwell’s, but he is also married which both sets of parents have given permission. And because of their marriage, The Family court will rule that he is considered an adult or will be notified of the decision in the coming weeks.”

My father said “A marriage that means nothing, because it is a fraud.  No one can be married to a boy and two wives; he cannot be married under two names. So it is sham which means he is still award of the state until he is 18 or his adoption has been made permanent which I willing and wanting it to be and making it no longer an open adoption so he or his mother or grandmother will have no contact what so ever!” He turned towards his lawyer and said. “Get off your f*****g a*s and represent me instead of looking stupid.”

His lawyer said. “I am, but you have to give me something to prove against the evidence they are presenting. So far you haven’t given me squat. And so far you keep digging yourself a deeper hole, and have yet to take my advice.”

My father said. “I have proof,” he slid out a picture of my wedding photo as Nate Carrion.

My fathers said. “Here it is you damn f*****g a*****e read it. It says his name is Nate Carrion, and he is married to that f*g it over there and his two f*****g w****s.” My father pointed to Eli and our wives.

He said “He is also married as Eric T Rothwell. His adoptive name which you say is pending to agreement which my fat God damn f*****g w***e of a wife signed and my interfering mother. He can’t be married twice and still be legal.”

The Judge slammed do down the gavel said. “Mr. Shepherd I will not tolerate that kind of language inside my courtroom I have told you several times to bridle that tongue, but you refuse to do so, so I fining you 200 dollars for each word you use that I don’t like hearing out of that foul mouth of yours.”

My father growled angrily as he was about to use more words then deiced that would be best not too when the Judge asked the court report to count the words my father gasped finding that equaled close to 200 dollars. He said. “You won’t get one f*****g damn dime from me, so go straight to hell. This hearing is nothing but a shame, and you sir are a disgrace for taking a bribe, and all have your God damn f*****g job for it.”

Adding 600.00 dollars more, causing the bailiff to duck tape my fathers mouth shut as his lawyer said “Now, Mr. Shepherd if you can manage to keep your mouth shut long enough I can finally have something that might or not help with depending on the proof we and they have regarding this matter and without you interrupted and keeping your mouth shut maybe you’ll stop digging yourself a deeper hole.”

He walked towards me and asked as I sat there on the stand. “It is true according to the law you can only be married once under one name.” My lawyer said answering the question for me knowing we had just entered in to dangerous waters, because my father wanted me to be exposed to those listening that are inside the courtroom that are members of the satanic church I could be certain who they were without Jeff’s help  who still hasn’t made himself known, but I could feel the vibe closer to the back seeing faced covered with some sort of hoody with words across their shirts that said death to all none believers the true Christ is Satan.

My lawyer stood and said. “Nate Carrion is under the witness protection and the files are classified for the reasons why.”

My father said ripping off the duck tape. “Bull s**t. He sitting right here, he is here visiting his mother, he is not in wittiness protection or any such dangerous mission that says that he needs to be hiding from the mob.”

My lawyer said. “I have proof… do you Mr. Shepherd? And I mean real proof other than angry words.”

The Judge banged on the gavel said, “that’s another 200 dollars Mr. shepherd another one will be 400. So just keep it up.”

My father said with a loud growl. “What more proof do you need when he and his friends are not hiding when they all here and have been living in Santaquin, and his foster parents have and Bishop Earl have moved to Heber. And every damn moron…”

The Judge said. You just added another 400 dollars.”

My father growled even angrier as he bridled his tongue. “Every person knows that. They also know that his God damn marriage is false. The Judge added two marks adding 800 more to his growing tally sheet.

My father continued as spit dribbled down his chin making him look like a mad dog and said. “His life is a joke, and the charges against him are real. I demand that he be placed in another home, and he and his brother are never allowed anywhere near me or my family or his mother ever again. So far you have proven to be the worst Lawyer I have ever seen having me represent myself; so the burden of proof is on you, you f*****g w***e,” adding another 800 dollars to his tally sheet.

The Judge said “Fine if that’s the way you want it Mr. Shepherd and if they can prove to me that there is a reason why he is in witness protection and why he is married under two names. I will view the evidence in my chamber and get the story, but if they prove it without a single doubt. This ends here; if I ever see you in my courtroom ever again, and see you charging anyone with false accusations I am sending you to jail. I already have enough evidence to rule that you will be doing 300,000 hours of community service to pay for his clothes and his brothers that you ruined, the house you vandalized and burned down to the ground, for wasting my time.

“I do not care if you threw only one stone or brick or watch. You were the adult that told those boys to do it. You told your daughter Susan to help, so you can get rid of both the boys. I am informing Family Court that your case regarding that issue will be dismissed. I am calling a 2-hour recess, so I may hear this evidence; in hopes that I may end this once and for all.”

My father smiled and said. “And if you find there is no reason for it then will you hear me out?”

He nodded. “But I wouldn’t get your hopes up because so far they have proven that this is a waste of my time. And you have yet to provide me anything that says it isn’t.”

My father said. “I have no doubt you will find the proof laughable at best; because as I have said they are here where the whole god damn world can see them and their immoral f*****g ways.”

The judge said. “I am fining you another 800 dollars for cursing in my courtroom, but knowing I would never see the money I am adding another 1000 hours of community service in hopes you learn to bridle your tongue.” My father gasped as he was ordered back to his chair. While our lawyers and my caseworker went into the Judge’s chamber.

They didn’t need me, my caseworker and Lawyer knew everything else, but the Judge asked me and Eli as well as my adoptive parents to come in so he could get the entire story after viewing my files and the videotapes which my father demanded to see them but was refused to do to the fact it was none of his business and it was state classified.

My father wasn’t allowed to the inside, because it of the sensitive information. Knowing that if he knew about it he would use it against me, and without doubt or care make sure the wrong people like the satanic church knew about it. Knowing they would kill me and my adoptive parents and friends that were involved. 

Two and half hours later, the ruling was handed down, as we were told to stand. My father smiled as we all came back until the Judge ruled. “Mr. Jim Shepherd. I find you unable to prove anything but hate and contempt for anyone and everyone, I find you rude and monster. You sir without a doubt are the worst father and husband this court has ever seen. I am dismissing all charges; I am requisitioning you server 300,500 hours of community services. To pay your debt because you won’t and have refused to pay it out of your own pocket; not that you could, but knowing you would never do it.

“I am ordering you to seek treatment for anger management; I am ordering you to seek marriage counseling; requiring that you report to me on the progress of it, which will determine if I will add to your tally or lesson it. If you do not work it off by doing community services I will sentence you to jail for those hours. So do not test me. You will report to work after your shift from working at the church house.

“I am ordering your son Aaron Shepherd back into his home so his mother can raise him. I am ordering that you make room for Eric as well and his married husband and his wives whenever his mother and grandmother want them to visit. I am ordering you to leave them alone. If this court finds out that you laid one finger on them and their friends. You will be brought up on charges so severe that you will think Santaquin jail cell is your home.

“Mr. Paul Cranny, You will be held responsible for the rape of your boys and Eric and Eli. You will be ordered to seek a new place of residence, while under investigation of the boys you have raped, you will be monitored 24/7 and must maintain a distance of 500 feet from any school and not allowed to be alone with any of your boys, or any boys for that matter. Until your hearing which will take place at the end of summer of next year; if found guilty you will be sentenced to prison, your wife Jennie will maintain custody and you will pay her child and wife support.

“I will personally sign the divorce papers to speed it up the process. And send you on your way to move out of the home as quickly as possible with a police escort to a residence in which will be set up by the courts, but until then you will be lodged in minim security prison until your hearing. I’d castrate you if I could; I shoot you on sight if you ever came near any of my sons. God help me I would.”

Once he had ruled everyone cheered well except Paul, being placed in handcuffs and escorted out by two police officers, then their was my father, and Susan who were not happy with the verdict. Watching Becky slip by my father. As Grandma pulled her by her ear and left to the ladies room for a very long talk as she told Becky to sit and don’t move a single inch. She told me she would deal with me later. And I cringed.

My mother quickly hugged me telling me. “I told you would work out.” Yet I knew we may have won one battle, inside this courtroom, but the battle wasn’t even closes to being over when it concerns my father. I watched as my father was released, with a slap on the wrist. He growled at my mother. “You may have won, but if you think I am allowing him back in the house think again you fat disgusting b***h.”

My mother said. “What are you going to do about it, Jim? I have told you and told you that you don’t have the right to refuse me or his grandmother from seeing him. It's over, you lost, get over it.”

He growled back. “No, Linda, it will never be over. The courts may have tied my hands, but I will find a way to end this once and for all.” He turned on a dime and slammed the door open yelling for everyone to get out of his way.