My cheek still hurts from the punch, he asked me never to say that or even think of it, but I did, and that got me a bruised cheek, I can definitely tell that I got wounded right inside my mouth. I believe I've already shared my message in my mind and he understands it, even though it got me something to be in pain for.
We were driving to the law court, still rubbing my hand on the cheek, I just couldn't believe that she Fucking decided to set herself up, maybe she knew that she was always going to be part of this, if she doesn't get herself involved, then I am going to get her involved.
On getting to the law court, I was brought out of the vehicle, each of my arms got an officer holding them, even though my hands were cuffed. They grabbed me along, reporters distance away, all waiting for me to reach them. Are they supposed to be this much?, I know that I was an influencer, but never knew that it would bring about this large amount of reporters after me.
“ Why did you kill him Sir.....was you envious of him?....”
“ Have you got something for his girlfriend?....”
” Was it worth killing him just to snatch his girlfriend?....”
“ You've been stalking his girlfriend even though he's your best friend, any reason for that?....”
“ You harassed her sexually when she came to visit her boyfriend, why?....”
“ There's a claim you almost raped her before her boyfriend's intervention, is that true?....”
I didn't stop to answer any of that trashy question as I made my way past the entire reporters who never stop questioning. So funny how Life turns from sorrow to joy, then from joy, you return to sorrow, that's the settings, that's how it was supposed to be, that's something they call normal or average, yet many people doesn't want to accept it that way.
With just a rumor, you can be ruined, I believe I am not the first person in this situation, I am pained though, but I believe that others have also passed through this as well as people before them. I'm not the first and definitely not going to be the last, I'm just one of the counts out of many.
Sitting inside the counter, they planned on assigning me a lawyer to defend me, but no, there's no need, just like the prosecutor has said, I'm stuck and inside me, I am starting to believe it's true, I think I am stuck, there's no need in requesting for a lawyer who's just going to do nothing but suck me dry from my hard earnings.
I was seated in the counter alone, many people were present to witness the case, probably Barrett's parents and relatives, most of the familiar faces I know are students who attend the same school with us, they're also here, as well as the girl in question who's seated in the front row with Barrett's parents, shading crocodile tears, Fucking interesting.
The prosecutor was in her seat, a file in front of him, here to bomber me with questions. He can do whatsoever he wants, my fate is sealed and I don't believe I can outrun it this time, I have no hope, nothing to rely on apart from the truth I know, not that I am even fighting on breaking free from this, I'm just relaxed, waiting to be charged with anything that comes out of this.
We all stood up when the judge came in, we waited until he sat down before we all followed. My hands were cuffed and two officers were also standing on each side outside the counter, my wrist hurting because of the cuffs, I was quite muscular than a natural bodybuilder was supposed to be, more looking enhanced than natural.
The questioning has been going on and it's still about the minors, but every question is heating up more than the previous, and I know at this rate, we will get to the point where I might possibly start doubting myself about the truth I know, that sometimes happen, not to me actually, but I have seen victims fall into that scenario were they started doubting themselves.
“ So you're saying that you have nothing for his girlfriend here?, But coming to the fact where there was a claim you almost raped her before Barrett's intervention, making you to consider taking him out of the picture so you can have her.... What can you say about that?....” the prosecutor asked.
“ I believe that shouldn't be the question, rather, the question would be.... If I had wanted my friend dead, how sure am I that I would be getting his girlfriend when she's here trying to pin me down about that?.....”
“ Who knows, maybe you already knew you're to lose it anyways, so you decided to go for the last strike, going for the kill so everyone loses.....” he debated.
Know I know how this guys are good at what they do, they just know how to twist questions and hunt you down with your speech, his question rendered me speechless, I don't know what to answer to that, I just stood there, keeping up that brave face, showing no remorse for what I know I'm innocent of.
“ Maybe it's about time we listen to what she has to say about this..... Please Miss, can you come up to this counter and tell us all you know?....”
The prosecutor said, directing his hand forward towards the counter by the side of the judge which was placed lower to where the judge sat. I never took my eyes off her, watching her stand majestically with no fear, she made her way to the counter, opening the entrance and going in to seat down, she then turned, eyes looking at me for few moments before turning away as she proceeded with her speech.