Journal # 6 ch 16-19 Perspective of Mayella

I am a nineteen year old lady who lives at home with her father. I take care of my brothers and sisters as a mother because my mama died when she delivered her seventh child. My family is pauper. We cant afford much and my father spends a lot of it for himself. We don't go to school either. The only education I had was from first and second grade, but that was years ago. I don't have any friends either so I just stay at home and work. Some things have happened in the next couple of days. They weren't good things either.
The next day I was getting ready for court and every one was crowding in trying to get good seats. Everyone from Maycomb was in the courtroom. I was amazed to see so many people. There were some many that some had to stand. I sat down into the wooden chair and thought as everyone chatted. I zoned out and thought. Will I be able to pull it off, I wonder what will happen. I thought of the things that might happen and began to get nervous.
Before I new it court had begun and Heck Tate was called to the stand. He began on November 21, when my papa ran down to get him after he saw me on the floor. My papa ran to Heck Tate and told him his girl was raped. When he got there I was still on the floor not knowing what happened. He had found me bruised all over, he ran towards be and touched my face with his beating hand from running. His hand was warm. He got me some ice for my bruises as I told him what Tom Robinson had done. Atticus had interrupted to question Heck Tate. He questioned him why he didn't call a Doctor. Atticus kept going at him until the judge told him that was enough. Heck went on and said I had other bruises. He talked about my black eye. Then Acticus questioned him again. He asked him what side of my face was the black eye, Heck stuttered and thought. Then he went on saying it was my right eye. Then Atticussaid "Your right or her right?" Heck Tate jumped quickly saying "Oh yes that would make it her left eye." His testimony went on and soon he was done. He came done from the stand and sat back in his seat. Next up was my Papa. I was scared, but I watched to see what happenedd. My father told his side of the story and what he saw happen. He said that he was coming out from the woods with kindling and he heard be screaming with all I had got. He ran to the house and saw Tom Robinson in the house with me and I was on the floor. When Tom saw my dad coming he ran out the door. Atticus then cross examined and asked Papa some questions. He told him to write his signature on the back of an envelope, and I thought this was irrelevant. Papa looked up as he wrote and his eyes found Judge Taylor watching him with a complacently look. " Your left handed."
"Yeah, and what does that have to do with anything?" said father. Atticus was getting to the point, and now it was starting to look like my Papa had done it. It seems as if it would be more likely if a left handed man would have given me a black eye rather than someone who was right handed. Pa came down from the stand and sat done.

" Mayella Violet Ewell!" I was now called to the stand. I was terrified, shaking and almost sweating. I went stealthy towards the witness stand. My testimony began. Mr. Gilmer told me just to tell everyone what had happened the day of November 21.
"Where were you on that day?" asked Mr. Gilmer
" On the front porch." I stuttered.
"Which porch?" he asked.
"There ain't but one, the front porch." I said
"Just tell us what happened." said Judge Taylor. I could tell he wanted everything to be done now, so I went on. I looked at him as if I were going to speak, and then slowly fell into tears.
"That's enough now. Don't be 'fraid of anybody here, as long as you tell the truth. All this is strange to you, I know, but you've nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to fear. What are you scared of?”
I muttered what I was scared of into my hands.
"What was that?" said Judge Taylor.
"Him." I pointed my arm straight at Atticus.
“Mr. Finch?” he said
I nodded. "Don't want him doin' me like he done my Papa."
Judge Taylor stared at me and said. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen" I replied softly.
“Mr. Finch has no idea of scaring you,” he growled, “and if he did, I’m here to stop him. That’s one thing I’m sitting up here for. Now you’re a big girl, so you just sit up straight and tell the-tell us what happened to you. You can do that, can’t you?”
I sniffled and wiped my tears and began telling my story.
I told him to come help and i told him I would give him a nickel to break up a dresser for me. When he finished I went inside to get him a nickel and he came inside the house and grabbed me and started to take advantage of me. Atticus started to ask me question and asked me about my life. He asked me why i didn't scream, and if I didn't why didn't they bring the kids home runnin'. Atticus was polite, but started telling be how Tom Robinson couldn't have raped me because of his useless left hand, which was torn apart by a cotton gin when he was just a boy.
Atticus yelled to me saying why don't you just admit that you were not raped and that your father had beaten you. I was furious with Atticus and said to the whole court room that they would be cowards for not convicting Tom Robinson of such crime. I then just bursted into tears and would not answer anymore questions, I refused. We had a break and then Tom Robinson was called to the stand. He started his testimony saying that he always passed our house on the way to work for Link Deas. He then said that I asked him to get a package down from my dresser. So he went inside the fence an climbed up to get it. He then said that I had grabbed his legs scaring him, and that I kissed him. When my father came home he said he was calling him a whore. I thought he sounded like a fraud, making everything up.

Then Link Deas the man that had Tom Robinson was working for him stood up and said, that in eight years of working fro him Tom had never been a problem. At that time Mr. Gilmer had the perfect chance to cross examine Tom Robinson. Mr. Gilmer did so and started questioning. Mr. Gilmer then said that Tom Robinson was once arrested for disorderly conduct. Mr. Gilmer also got Tom Robinson to admit that he had the strength to choke the breath out of a woman and sling her to the floor like he had done to me. Mr. Gilmer kept going at him until Tom said he was sorry for me. There was some talk at the end and I was happy. I knew it in my gut that Tom Robinson would be guilty, and I couldn't wait. Just a couple more days till we found out. Court was over an we all got up out of our chairs. I walked away with a smirk on my face, and father and me walked out the door with the light shining on our faces.