MasukI and numerous other people in the courtroom gasp loudly. Not even James knew his body was discovered. Oh, this is really bad. I see James frown slightly.“Objection, your honour, the prosecution hid that information from the defendant.” James says and stands up but the judge orders him to sit back down while the lawyer prepares to finish his case.“Clearly, Lavender Page has had bad luck her entire life and when she had the opportunity, she took the chance to get her revenge and earn a large sum of money by killing her husband. She had a good reason, but she’s also dangerous and needs to be imprisoned and put away from society. Thank you.” He sits back down and the eyes focus on James who slowly stands up. It’d obvious he’s angry about not being told they found the body.My need to evaporate and cease to exist slowly disappears when James walks to the centre and chuckles. “I think it’s funny that anyone would believe someone her size could kill Jim, drag his body away and then bury i
There are many more people inside than the previous one, and they seem to be separated. On the right, the people from the live I used to live, and on the left, the people from the life I live now. There’s a vast difference between them and they seem to stand against each other, but at one point, they were all connected to me.Immediately, I see Kristen sitting next to Atlas and a ball forms at the back of my throat. Atlas’s eyes meet mine and my feet stop working as I stumble and almost fall to my face. I would, except the guards hold me up and push me forward towards the desk in the front.Okay. Don’t look at him. Fully noted.Eli smiles at me. He’s sitting next to Atlas, and almost all the sickness is gone as I smile back at him. God, am I happy to see him.James nods at me. “You okay?”“Yes.” I reply and sit down, then look at the judge who is the same woman from the court appearance a while back. She calls for order in the courtroom and everyone calms down, the she calls forward t
The next month passes by agonizingly slowly as I wait for my trial to finally come. I wish I’d done more interesting stuff in my life. That way I would at least have fun memories to think about, but the only fun memories in my life are those rare ones before I married Jim, and the ones with Atlas, but I’m trying not to think of those.“Were there a lot of people?” Anatalia continues bugging me about the court appearance from yesterday.“No, not really. I told you this.”“Yeah, but you said your ex’s family was there. I wanna know more.”I sigh. “His mum looked at me like I’d killed half the planet. That’s the only contact I’ve had with them. I’m sorry nothing interesting happened.”She scoffs. “You better be. I expected you to lash out and punch someone. Then you’d at least have a good story to tell.”I smirk. “You do it at your court appearance. See how you impress the judge with that.”She rolls her eyes and throws herself on her back. Her sleeves are pulled up, revealing completely
“You go to court in two weeks. And obviously you’re not eligible for bail, so you’ll wait here.” James says as I sit down behind the desk. “Besides, I found something good so you’re welcome.”“Two weeks?”He nods. “Yes. I don’t know everything they have on you, but I’m feeling quite optimistic, so you’re gonna plead not guilty.”I lift my brows. “You sure about that?”He glares at me. “Lavender, you’re suspected of murder that you didn’t do. If you plead guilty, you’ll probably be stuck in here for at least 20 years. If you don’t, we at least have a chance of pulling you out of this mess you made.”I lean back into my chair. “Okay, whatever. I still think we’re gonna lose the case.”He sits down on the chair opposite me and nods curtly. “It’s nice to see you’ve calmed down.&rd
The days pass by slowly with the only thing to look forward to being the shitty food. I don’t have any privileges such as phone calls or the access to the library so all I do is pace around the room and try not to think.There was no contact from Eli or from Atlas, so if I was lonely before, now I’m the loneliest person on the planet. To pass my time, I sometimes sit down on the floor next to the bars of my cell, trying to provoke my guard into paying attention to me and most often failing. I also sleep a lot. As much as I can, which leaves me unable to sleep for long periods of time so my sleep cycle looks like it’s fresh off Chernobyl. I sleep every two hours for two hours.Somehow, my biological clock adjusted to the meals so I can feel when the next meal is coming and I start to feel anxious and restless, pacing around the cell until the bell finally rings and the bars open, taking me to the cafeteria.I have a whole new respect for the ani
When I open my eyes, it can see that it’s morning based on the light coming in through the tiny little window so high up on the wall that I wouldn’t be able to look through it even if I tried. I lie there, refusing to open my eyes, and then when I finally try to open them, I see that the left one doesn’t open, anyway. It must be swollen because of the bitch who hit me last night.I’m absolutely starving, but it doesn’t bother me so much because everything hurts so bad that it’s just another type of pain that I’m trapped in right now.Soon, I come to a conclusion that the worst thing about jail isn’t the lack of freedom or the shit food or lack of various things I use every day. It’s the abundance of time and the lack of things to do. It causes overthinking.And overthinking fucks you up.It’s obvious Atlas screwed me over. The exact thing I was scared would happen, happened. I trusted somebody an
When I wake up, my head is killing me.I groan, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and attempt to roll into a ball, only to find that I’m unable to do so, because of a heavy weight pressing down on me. I feel nauseous for a second, but not sick. I’ve already completely emptied out my stomach last night
The next day begins with making myself my favourite type of coffee, in Italian style. It’s a form of self-care that I badly need after last night. My hand hurts even worse than last night, so I pop a few painkillers.I called work last night and told my boss that I’m not gonna be in for a few days,
He insists on driving me home and says that my car will be at my place the next morning, but that I shouldn’t drive anywhere.“I’m sorry.” I say when we’re in the car. “Don’t feel bad, my hand doesn’t hurt that bad.”“Don’t, Marissa.” He says, and I clench my jaw.“You can’t be mad, injuries are al
As we approach his house, a gulp forms in the back of my throat at the sight of the houses we’re passing. This is the high-end neighbourhood. A place in which I definitely don’t belong. He finally pulls into the large driveway in front of a big house, enough for about at least five of my apartments





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