It turned out an assault charge was a way bigger deal than I thought. Lawyers were a shitload more expensive than I ever imagined. Yeah, I had a few bucks stashed away, but not enough to pay the stupid-ass lawyer my mom made me hire. You’d think for three-thousand bucks, he’d be able to get me out of anything, but he couldn’t even make any guarantees. “It depends on the District Attorney and what he wants to push for. Unfortunately, the assistant DA assigned to your case is aggressive on these types of charges, and she’s going for two counts of felony assault and one count misdemeanor property damage.” “What does that mean?” my mom asked. “He’s looking at up to two year’s jail time at worst, two years probation at best.” Mr. Phillips fiddled with his pen and stared gravely across the mahogany conference table. “Look,” I said. “Those assholes had it coming. They…”
