Fate by Jury

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A true story

Submitted: April 04, 2012

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Submitted: April 04, 2012




It spiraled from a trip to get prescriptions filled to where I am now. Waiting for the jury to come out of that room with the verdict. With the words that would change my fate forever. I already knew wht was going to be said. Or so I thought.

I was still on probation for the first time they set me up. I mean, really? $3,000 out of the most guarded and watched drawer in the store? Not possible. Besides. I am no thief.

Yet here they are, claiming that I stole $50 worth of make up while I was wondering around the store waiting on my scripts. They took the makeup my best friend gave me, claiming it was stolen, even when she came out and said it wasn’t.

I spent that night being booked in and booked out of the local jail. The only reason the people there were polite, and the reason it took so long, was because my mom used to work with them, and we were joking around and talking while they were trying to book me.

I walked out of the jail at 12:53 am. I got home at 3:22. My girlfriend was still up. Still waiting in the cold on the front porch for me to come home. Even while in her arms, while I broke down, I felt numb. The entire thing felt surreal. Like a dream. But even then, a part of me knew it wasn’t.

The next night, the nightmares were the worst. The kind where you shoot up screaming and shaking for hours after. Even though she was there, the calming presence holding me, telling me everything was going to be alright, I didn’t get much sleep that night.

That following Monday, I stood before the judge. He asked questions. How do I plead? Do I have a lawyer? Who was my lawyer? Why wasn’t he there with me? What did my lawyer say? Stop calling me sir. In the end, I was sent on my way, the clerk telling me the paperwork would be sent to my lawyer, and that he would inform me of my court date.

Two weeks later, I met with my lawyer for the first time. An hour and a half after I walked into his office, I walked out pissed and fuming. The perverted old bastard had told my mother that she had better get some knee pads, because of she couldn’t come up with the money, that she would pay on her knees, giving him head. Mom told me to drop it, that he was the only thing between me and jail. I swore that I would get his sorry ass as soon as I was in the clear.

So here I am. Waiting for the jury to decide my fate. My hand is clenched with my partner’s, my girlfriend’s. I know I am shaking, and I know she feels it. She squeezes my hand in silent support. I look at her, and she mouths to me.

“It’ll be alright.”

I nods and stand as the judge and jury walks in.

“We, the jury, find the defendant…….”

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