Left for Garbage

still out there trying to get all the publicity he can out of my ordeal. He’s g oing to ride being my ex-fiancé till hell freezes over, I guess. I bet it was him I saw outside the jail last year. I heard he’s fucking Emily, and good for him, good for her, too. He’s lousy in bed.
    As for Emily, she wasn’t worth apologizing to in court, not that I meant it anyway . Salvatore said I had to look remorseful. Well, I’m remorseful all right … that I ever met her . And I’m sorry I took care of her car for her when she went to Cancun, too, or wasted my time listening to her whine on about how she could never get a man, which she couldn’t unless she had me standing right next to her. Now she’s doing one of my castoffs. What a wannabe she is.
    As Penelope explained, these are the people I didn’t need in my life then, and will neve r need in my life in the future. I don’t need any one of them waiting to console me when I walk out of here.
    Aaron, well, I’ll always have a soft spot for him, but he never once tried to contact me for the truth of this entire matter. So how much did he care about me? He didn’t care at all, that’s a fact. Unlik e Bobby, Aaron was rough in bed - darker, I guess you could say. At the time I thought it was exciting, but now I wonder if he really even likes girls. He’d rather touch a CD with his picture on the cover of it. I remember he also liked to call me names right before he would come, which kind of proves that he’s messed up and has issues with women. Penelope explained that to me too. She said her ex-husband used to do that, too. Charlie doesn’t, of course. She says he’s very gentle and loving; a man who truly loves women shows it like he does, she says.
    I need a man - no, I deserve a man - who understands I went through some terrible hurdles on the way to becoming a woman, and now that I realize all of these things, I know I will find that man when the time is right. He will be good to me, he will take care of me, we will raise our children the right way, and we will be in love forever.
    I’ve got to totally change my entire life. And since there aren’t many people from my past I will want around me in my new life, including my parents, I’ve chosen to refuse their visits, to not speak with them at all. They are Keith and Margaret Brown to me now, not Mom and Dad.
    It’s revelation day and I must tell the truth about Seel and my father. I need to tell the truth about how Deeley really died, too. As Penelope points out, it’s not my job to protect them; it was their job to protect me, and they failed. As painful as the truth is, Penelope reminds me it’s also what will set me free, literally in my case.
    Knowing she is right , I called a meeting with Salvatore and let it all out. We talked for hours and Salvatore is now even more confident he can get me exonerated and released. He said after I get out we might have to take a look at a civil suit against my parents. Apparently they have cut a book deal. Unbelievable - a book written by them about me . Well, I don’t think so. If there’s going to be a book and then a movie, I’ll be the one writing it, and if they’ve already taken what Penelope calls their thirty pieces of silver for selling out their own daughter, they can just hand it right back over, because I’ll get my hands on it, one way or the other, and I’ll look my false mother in the eye on that day and say thank you very much .
    My trial should be starting in a couple of months, as jury selection is just weeks away now. The day I am released from here, starting from my first moment out, I will be a new and improved Denise. In fact, I might move to Los Angeles and change my name to Mila , or maybe Mia, because I don’t want people to get me confused with the real Mila. But Penelope suggests I keep my real name and be proud of it, like she is of hers. She says if anyone should be ashamed of a name, it’s Keith Brown.

Keith Brown
    (Father of Denise Brown)

    Denise’s trial is about to begin. One of the women summoned for jury duty down in Miami happened to be a woman I had an argument with on my front lawn last year, some crazed stalker that obviously got herself into jury selection for this so-called ‘trial of the millennium’.
    Trial of the millennium , huh? That’s rich, isn’t it?
    They had to do that because the O.J. trial has already long been called ‘the trial of the century’ and the media can’t possibly refer to