Aftermath: Derserved
(“Catch me daddy, catch me!” Judy cried out in joy, her little face lighting up in happiness as he caught her mid-air and spun her around. Judy’s laughter was pure, childish and infectious, filling the air around them as he too laughed jovially.
From the picnic blanket, his wife Lacy took pictures of the moment between father and daughter. Lacy smiled at the sight, her warm brown eyes twinkling in delight at the love.
“Catch me daddy!” Judy said again as he was threw her in the air.
“I will baby,” he promised her.)
“Mr. Dowd, please respond.”
He said nothing, looking at his two feet and thinking of nothing but her.
“Mr. Dowd…”
(Judy was crying into his arms as they buried Lacy, the day not raining or pouring out sunshine like the way the movies or shows depicted it.
It was a gloomy day, the clouds hanging low as if they too were unhappy. As if they too were mourning in the memory of Lacy.
“I miss mom so much,” Judy said to him, her eyes red and puffy. He hugged her back, not wanting to let her go because he was scared that she would go away as well.
“Don’t leave me daddy,” she said, her voice hoarse and quiet from all her crying.
He promised her.)
“Mr. Dowd, you must answer the questions. Mr. Shore, your client must respond to the questions.”
“Your Honour, Mr. Dowd is experiencing a severe case of depression…”
(She was packing her things into the car, beaming with excitement as she and Abigail chattered and talked about what they would do during Spring Break.
He helped load her things into the car, telling her a list of what she shouldn’t do and what she should do when this or that happened. Judy teased him, asking if he put a suit of armour into her car.
“It couldn’t fit in,” he replied as he closed the trunk of the car, barely getting the hood over the stuff Judy and Abigail were brining over. “Just be safe Judy, that’s all I’m asking from you.
“I’ll be fine daddy,” she said as she got into the car and Abigail turned it on. “Take care of yourself daddy! I love you!”
“I love you too.”)
“Mr. Dowd!”
He looks up now, looking at the Honourable Judge Dowd.
“What do you have to say for yourself,” Judge Browning said. Her eyes were harsh but, at the same time, sad for the broken man in front of her.
(He looks at the video, disgust and anger coming over in wave after wave as he watched the video exploiting his little girl.
That person, Monty Gold, pawing her body as she drunkenly flashed to the camera. She clearly had no restraint and the cans scattered around her was an obvious indicator.
This son of a bitch, using his little girl like she was some peace of meat, just something use and throw away, Monty obviously never had kids.
His little girl that was killed…being exposed like this. That’s what people will remember her now for. Flashing her body on some site for some fame on a sleazy site. Not knowing that she wanted to be a cook. Or that she cared for others.
“I’m so sorry Bill…” His friend, Jack, touched his shoulder. “I didn’t want you to find this…”)
“Your Honour, we should reschedule this-“
“We are not, Mr. Shore. This has been delayed far enough,” she snapped as she glared at him.
(“Whoa whoa whoa!” Monty cried, throwing his hands in a defensive gesture as he point the gun at him. “What the hell man?”
He managed to find Monty after some snooping, like the way he found Ms. Montenegro. He knew he would be here, trying to negotiate with a club to let him film more of that shit for his show.
He wanted closure now. He was tired of waiting. He just wanted an answer to the question that has been haunting him for such a long time: What happened to Judy?
“What did you do to my daughter, you bastard?” His voice was shaking and so were his hands, the gun shaking badly in his hands. “What did you do to her?”
Monty’s eyes fill with realization and then contempt. “You related to that June girl?” It’s Judy, you bastard. “Look mister, I did nothing that she didn’t want.”
He lifted the gun higher, his finger on the trigger. “What did you say, you piece of shit?”
“She,” Monty sneered, smirking like the filthy bastard he knew Monty really was, “wanted it, man.”
He pulled the trigger.)
“What,” she said again, “do you have to say for yourself?”
(“Catch me daddy!”
“Don’t leave me daddy.”
“I’ll be fine daddy.”
“I’m sorry Bill, I didn’t want you to know.”
“She wanted it, man.”)
He looked at her and said, “he deserved it.”
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Man… do I feel sad now because of this.
Quick information on the oneshot:
Another episode I watched and got inspired to write. This is one of my favourite because of Booth vs. Dr. Gordon Wyatt subplot.
‘Mr. Shore’ is, of course, AlanShore from Boston Legal. I love that show.
The name ‘Lacy’ comes from the last real name of the actor who plays Bill Dowd.
The friend who discovered the video, ‘Jack’, has the first real name of the actor who plays Bill Dowd. So, yes, the actor’s name is Jack Lacy.
Theme came from an age old saying that always annoyed but intrigued me: ‘He/She deserved it’. How can you say that someone deserves this or not?
From the picnic blanket, his wife Lacy took pictures of the moment between father and daughter. Lacy smiled at the sight, her warm brown eyes twinkling in delight at the love.
“Catch me daddy!” Judy said again as he was threw her in the air.
“I will baby,” he promised her.)
“Mr. Dowd, please respond.”
He said nothing, looking at his two feet and thinking of nothing but her.
“Mr. Dowd…”
(Judy was crying into his arms as they buried Lacy, the day not raining or pouring out sunshine like the way the movies or shows depicted it.
It was a gloomy day, the clouds hanging low as if they too were unhappy. As if they too were mourning in the memory of Lacy.
“I miss mom so much,” Judy said to him, her eyes red and puffy. He hugged her back, not wanting to let her go because he was scared that she would go away as well.
“Don’t leave me daddy,” she said, her voice hoarse and quiet from all her crying.
He promised her.)
“Mr. Dowd, you must answer the questions. Mr. Shore, your client must respond to the questions.”
“Your Honour, Mr. Dowd is experiencing a severe case of depression…”
(She was packing her things into the car, beaming with excitement as she and Abigail chattered and talked about what they would do during Spring Break.
He helped load her things into the car, telling her a list of what she shouldn’t do and what she should do when this or that happened. Judy teased him, asking if he put a suit of armour into her car.
“It couldn’t fit in,” he replied as he closed the trunk of the car, barely getting the hood over the stuff Judy and Abigail were brining over. “Just be safe Judy, that’s all I’m asking from you.
“I’ll be fine daddy,” she said as she got into the car and Abigail turned it on. “Take care of yourself daddy! I love you!”
“I love you too.”)
“Mr. Dowd!”
He looks up now, looking at the Honourable Judge Dowd.
“What do you have to say for yourself,” Judge Browning said. Her eyes were harsh but, at the same time, sad for the broken man in front of her.
(He looks at the video, disgust and anger coming over in wave after wave as he watched the video exploiting his little girl.
That person, Monty Gold, pawing her body as she drunkenly flashed to the camera. She clearly had no restraint and the cans scattered around her was an obvious indicator.
This son of a bitch, using his little girl like she was some peace of meat, just something use and throw away, Monty obviously never had kids.
His little girl that was killed…being exposed like this. That’s what people will remember her now for. Flashing her body on some site for some fame on a sleazy site. Not knowing that she wanted to be a cook. Or that she cared for others.
“I’m so sorry Bill…” His friend, Jack, touched his shoulder. “I didn’t want you to find this…”)
“Your Honour, we should reschedule this-“
“We are not, Mr. Shore. This has been delayed far enough,” she snapped as she glared at him.
(“Whoa whoa whoa!” Monty cried, throwing his hands in a defensive gesture as he point the gun at him. “What the hell man?”
He managed to find Monty after some snooping, like the way he found Ms. Montenegro. He knew he would be here, trying to negotiate with a club to let him film more of that shit for his show.
He wanted closure now. He was tired of waiting. He just wanted an answer to the question that has been haunting him for such a long time: What happened to Judy?
“What did you do to my daughter, you bastard?” His voice was shaking and so were his hands, the gun shaking badly in his hands. “What did you do to her?”
Monty’s eyes fill with realization and then contempt. “You related to that June girl?” It’s Judy, you bastard. “Look mister, I did nothing that she didn’t want.”
He lifted the gun higher, his finger on the trigger. “What did you say, you piece of shit?”
“She,” Monty sneered, smirking like the filthy bastard he knew Monty really was, “wanted it, man.”
He pulled the trigger.)
“What,” she said again, “do you have to say for yourself?”
(“Catch me daddy!”
“Don’t leave me daddy.”
“I’ll be fine daddy.”
“I’m sorry Bill, I didn’t want you to know.”
“She wanted it, man.”)
He looked at her and said, “he deserved it.”
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Man… do I feel sad now because of this.
Quick information on the oneshot:
Another episode I watched and got inspired to write. This is one of my favourite because of Booth vs. Dr. Gordon Wyatt subplot.
‘Mr. Shore’ is, of course, AlanShore from Boston Legal. I love that show.
The name ‘Lacy’ comes from the last real name of the actor who plays Bill Dowd.
The friend who discovered the video, ‘Jack’, has the first real name of the actor who plays Bill Dowd. So, yes, the actor’s name is Jack Lacy.
Theme came from an age old saying that always annoyed but intrigued me: ‘He/She deserved it’. How can you say that someone deserves this or not?