"Wha- the fuck?!" Mandy screamed. 
    "Damn it" I muttered through clenched teeth. She looked at me with disappointment and it occurred to me that I had just lost my chance of making things work with her again. 
     "Okay, fine. What do you want?" I asked the lady while looking at Mandy. I wanted to give her a reason to give me a chance. 
    I knew that I fucked up real well and I would do just about anything to make things right with her. 
     "You're coming with me. You have to pay the price" she scoffed. 
     "Fine. I will go with you—" 
    Mandy shook her head repeatedly and there were traces of tears and regret in her eyes. "It's pointless…" she took her things. "You will always be you. Why did I even act like it surprised me? That's what you do anyways." 
     She left and I watched her take the exit door. I couldn't even talk, I couldn't even make a move. I was weakened by the fact that things were rolling out fast and I was thinking of changing? 
    "Screw this!" 
    "Come on then" she commanded holding my hand to drag me out but I held her back and looked into her eyes with rage.
    "I said, screw this! And that included you, my friend! Get the fuck out of here unless you wanted to end up like your fucking incapable dead beat husband!" I scolded and watched her breakdown, but she was strong, unfortunately. 
     "That's a good way of fondling a woman who lost her husband" She said in a weakling voice. 
    "You know there's no reason anymore. She's gone… Mandy is gone, now tell me why the fuck would I change?" 
     She chuckled. "I knew it. I figured the type of woman you would be, I have had enough chit chat with you. I knew that you would resist, so I brought the necessary force, let's see you resist now…" 
     The door at the back opened and five armed police men walked in, yielding a handcuff. 
     "Fuck me" 
     "You have the right to to remain silent—" 
    "How is remaining silent a right?!" I cut them short. 
     "Will be used against you in the court of law…" I had already said something and I was going to do something too. 
    "Great. Hope you use remaining silent against me" I said laughing while offering my arms to them. "Do your thing, bitches, today's not the day we fight… let's just wait for tomorrow." 
    The woman smiled and led us out and my employees watched me get handcuffed and taken away by the cops and all I could do was smile. 
****
      About a week later, after being in police custody, I was finally called up to court. I wondered what made them think that I cared about the outcome. 
    Court was filled and I was brought in to stand for my questions. But before then, I'd have a conversation with the woman who accused me. 
     "Where is your lawyer?" She asked. 
     "What do you care?" I scoffed at her. 
     "I don't. Just want to make sure you get what you really deserve." 
    I chuckled. "I wonder what made you think that I care about the outcome" 
    "You should…" she said with a smile. "Just wait till you do a couple of years in an all men prison" 
    What? All men?! That's crazy! But I didn't dare to let her know that it worried me even for a moment. 
    "I have survived worst, you have no idea" 
    "No matter. You would be spending the rest of your life there anyway" she hissed and walked away. 
     "Lawyer, huh? You won't have a lawyer either" I yelled to her hearing. 
    "Sorry, honey. Not possible" she went into the hall. 
    "Guess it's up to me to make it possible" I said with a smile. 
    ****
     "Where is your lawyer, Miss Camila?" The judged asked. 
    "I don't have a lawyer" I replied nonchalantly.
     "Is this a joke to you?" 
    Already pissed off. "you tell me what it is then" everyone in the court room glanced at each other, I must be a sick bitch. What do they know? 
     "This can't continue without a lawyer for the defendant. Miss Camila, I strongly advise that you find a barrister to defend you, if not, there won't be anything else I can do, and you know what that means, don't you?" 
     "No. And I don't care to know…"
    Her lawyer stood up. "Your honour. The defendant has a serious case on her head. I suggest that she knows what she is really into, because obviously, It looks like she doesn't know what this is about, and my client isn't willing to let it slide by today, the defender has been identified to be very dangerous with countless number of murder charges. With or without a lawyer, justice would always prevail" 
    "Justice huh? " I murmured. 
    The judge looked at the three men judges at the side and they nodded their head in agreement. 
    "Please bring up the charges against the defender" he commanded. 
     "The defender has been accused of murdering the accuser's husband in cold blood whom she was having an extra marital affair with" 
    "Do you plead guilty or not guilty of having an affair with the accuser's husband? " The judge asked. 
    "Who doesn't have an affair?" I retorted. 
     "Guilty or not guilty?" 
     "Guilty" 
    "Do you plead guilty or not of murdering the accuser's husband in cold blood?" 
    The question resounded in my ear and it seemed like it deemed my hearing. 
     For the First time in a long while, I had something really important to do. I couldn't just abandon the mission. Going to jail was out of the line.
      I could see the anticipation in her eyes, and I was happy to disappoint her. 
     "Not guilty" I said, raising my chin up and standing so confidently. 
     "Are there any witness for this case? Please step up…" the judge requested for a witness, but no one came up, because there was none. Of course there wouldn't be any because if there was any witness at all, they would be dead by now. 
    I sang a happy song within me and whistled to myself thinking that it was the end. But a witness or proof is needed to validate the claims of the murder. 
     A sheer moment of time passed on and the woman suddenly stood up. 
     "I'm the witness! …" She said with a gulp. Her lawyer looked at her with the kind of face that says "we never talk about this?!" But she seemed to be confident enough.
    "Maybe I should have killed you too!" I muttered. 
    "... And I have proof too" she added. 
    "Please step up to the podium" 
     It was starting to ring on me that I could spend the next couple decades in prison and my life would be more or less meaningless. It dawned on me that I was about to lose my freedom. 
    "No, no fucking way…" 
    "Do you swear that whatever you say here will be the truth and nothing but the truth?" 
    "Yes…" 
    I slipped the remaining ethical bullshit with plenty of thoughts racing through my head. 
     It came rushing to me, blocking my hearing ability, and I could only hear my own heart beat and the muffled noises from the rest of the world. 
     My body went numb and once again, I wished that my savior was around to save me, to be with me, to hold me in his arms and assure me that it was going to be alright. 
     But he was nowhere to be found because I had chased him away. 
     Before I knew what was happening, the Judge hit his wood on the table which hit on my heart and reverted me back to reality. 
    I knew that my chances were only but the dim of a dying bulb, with smiles on the woman's face and that of her lawyer, I knew that the worst and dull days of my life was about to begin.