At CourtA Chapter by BrynnaW.
I was led to a court room by three heavily armed men in bullet proof suits. They said nothing. My footsteps were slow, heavy, and sullen. One time, I swayed like a drunk and ended up falling into one of the men. He hit me to the floor with the butt of his gun and aimed his gun at my head. I held my hands up. Two of the men picked me up under my arms. They didn't release me until I made it to into the court room. I was thrown into a chair and watched as the men sat directly behind me. I inspected my hands. This was it. The jury would find me guilty... So, why not have some fun with this? A smile spread across my lips and I realized how much this 'business' had changed me.
"All rise for the judge." Someone said but I stayed still. A man behind me shoved me with his gun. The judge looked down on me but still I stared at him like a druggy. "All rise for the judge, please." the person repeated with a sharp tone. I put on a surprised face and stood up. "Oh. So sorry, judgey." I received a glare from the judge before I was allowed to sit down again. "Michelle Alexandria Reed, you----" I interrupted the judge. "That's not my name... Not my name at all." "Really? Then what is your name?" "Kailey Williams." "Okay then, Kailey, you are accused of several murders, stealing a motorcycle, and destroying a person's home. Do you deny any of this?" I looked at my lawyer who, once again, told me to plead guilty, "Judgey.... Yes, I do deny all of this. Not some; all. One: I only murdered that one interrogation dude. Two: I tried to buy the motorcycle but the dealer wouldn't accept my money. Three: I never destroyed anybody's home." I sat back in my chair with satisfaction. "We have all of your records and----" "Do you have any witnesses for any of this? Did anybody witness me murder several people, steal a motorcycle, or destroy someone's home?" I stood up and looked around the room, "Nobody? Well, judgey, there is your answer." "Sit down," the judge said lowly with a chilling glare. "We have two witnesses. One is the car dealer. He says and showed us on the security cameras that you did steal the motorcycle. The second is a helper to Mr. Robert Gonzalez. Remember him? You killed Robert almost a week and a half ago. He told us that he saw you kill him and then a body guard helped you escape." "Are then any that witnessed the destruction of the building?" "Several witnessed it but no one witnessed the culprit." "Ah. Then you can't accuse me of it, now can you?" "Would you like to share your side of the story? Would you like someone to question you?" "Nope. My case stands for what I said already. The jury can decide now because it obviously makes no difference if I continue with the truth." I crossed my arms and nearly believed my own story. The judge left with the jury. For two hours, I stayed seated in an old, wooden chair that made by butt sore. The armed men behind me continued to whisper and shove their guns my way. Relief finally came when the jury arrived with the judge. "What's up, judgey?" I asked with a devil's smile. "The jury has found you----" the judge was interrupted.
© 2011 BrynnaW.Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 29, 2011 AuthorBrynnaW.My New Home, ORAboutMy name is Brynna Wynne Wiley. Aka: BrynnaW. I'm supposed to tell all about myself right here but... I've done that before. Now, it's just about the writing. more..Writing
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