They Took My Son to Court on Novel – On my very first day moving into the Maplewood Apartments, my neighbor hauled me into court. There she stood, sobbing hysterically, accusing my son, Max Coleson, of assaulting her daughter, Daisy Miller. “My Daisy just turned eighteen,” she wailed, “and that sick bastard Max Coleson ruined her!” “A motherless son with no one to teach him decency, he deserves to hang!” Her daughter backed her up, tears streaming down her face. “Max said he’d choke me if I didn’t take my clothes off… I was so scared…” The jurors erupted. They shouted for my son to be punished, to the fullest extent of the law.
“Monster! That Max Coleson is nothing but a monster!” “Lock him up! Don’t let that demon get away!” But when the judge called my son to the stand, everyone in the courtroom fell silent. *** “Coleson! That beast of a son of yours had the guts to lay a hand on my girl, but not the guts to show his face in court!” “Hiding him won’t help! I’m not letting this go! Your son gets the death penalty, and you’re paying my daughter two million in damages!” In the courtroom, my neighbor Fiona Miller glared at me with pure hatred, as if she wanted to skin me alive.
Her daughter, Daisy Miller, wept pitifully, her eyes full of hurt and terror. I watched the mother and daughter coldly and repeated my line. “My son did not assault Daisy Miller, and he could not have. Don’t try to pin your filth on my boy. The one who did it should own up.” Before today, I never imagined I’d be facing off against Fiona and Daisy Miller in court. The day I moved in with my son, Fiona had been all smiles, helping me with my boxes, saying we were neighbors now and I should ask for anything. When she heard I had a son, her face lit up.
She introduced her own daughter, Daisy, and called it fate. Yet that same night, she was pounding on my door like a maniac, dragging a disheveled Daisy behind her, screaming that my son, Max Coleson, had assaulted the girl. I was stunned. Once my brain caught up, I quickly explained that my son would never do such a thing. But Fiona refused to listen. She swore it was him. Daisy just cried and nodded along, saying my son had cornered her in the stairwell, dragged her to the rooftop, and assaulted her.
No matter how I explained, the two of them were like hyenas on a kill, refusing to let go of my son. They even demanded I pay a million dollars and have my son marry Daisy in a big, showy ceremony, otherwise they’d call the police and make sure he rotted in jail. I knew my son couldn’t have done it. The million-dollar shakedown was absurd. I refused. I didn’t expect them to take me to court. When I denied it firmly, Fiona blew her top. “Impossible? Open your damn eyes and look at Daisy’s bruises!” Fiona yanked open Daisy’s jacket, revealing ugly purple and yellow marks. “Your beast of a son did this! My Daisy is only eighteen!” Daisy trembled and looked at me, tears in her eyes.
“Mrs. Coleson, Max did this. He said he’d choke me if I didn’t undress. I was so scared!” Fiona hugged Daisy, comforting her. Right there in court, the two of them broke down sobbing. And I, the cold-hearted mother of the alleged monster, just watched. The jurors pointed and cursed. “Shameless! Your son does something so evil, and you still deny it!” “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Trash raises trash.” “Poor Daisy… so young. She’ll carry this with her forever.”