🦋 NIKITA 🦋A loud bang sounded on the door, and I barely got up to walk over when the door flung open and Greg walked in.“Miss Benita is awake,” he announced, standing by the door.“I know, I saw it on the news,” I responded blankly and went back to where I was sitting.He slammed the door shut and walked closer to me, “And yet you didn't come to see her? She asked for you and assumed you'd show up with a surprise or something.”I kept mute and just stared into the void, having nothing to say in response to that statement.“Nikita, did you tip the police officers?” He blurted out.I glanced at him and glanced away, “If you watched the news, you heard that the man stumbled on the smell, thought it was an animal, and informed the police. They were bound to find out, and she needs to pay.”“And who are you to decide that?” Greg snapped, breathing heavily. “She just survived fighting for her life! You said she was your sister, sisters should always be there for each other, no matter wh
🦋 FELIX 🦋Screams filled the hospital, and outside the hospital was joyful chaos as people screamed, laughed, and celebrated the fact that Benita opened her eyes.Social media was in a frenzy, and reporters filled the hospital trying to get a glimpse of Benita’s face.On the giant digital billboard, Benita’s face filled the screen. A news clip showed a reporter with a serious, hopeful expression. "After weeks in a coma," the voiceover said, "she's finally awake." Below it, a single line of text: "A miracle. ‘I just want my baby, give me my Felix’ is awake.”Scott, Greg, and I paraded the hallway, waiting for news of the surgery, when a surgeon came out after a fifteen-hour surgery.I rushed towards the doctor who had a frown on his face, “I'm sorry,” he said, and I froze, gawking at him, “The surgery… it was successful.”My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground, hitting my back on the wall as I covered my face with my hand, taking a deep breath.The doctor smiled and walked away…
🦋 NIKITA 🦋In a room where sunlight feared to tread, I sat. Collapsed into myself like a forgotten thing. The corner swallowed me whole.Days meant nothing here. Hours lost their heartbeat. Time dripped slowly like a wound’s ooze. I didn’t count. I didn't care.My clothes hung limp, stained with yesterday’s sweat. Hair tangled like dark vines overtaking a ruin. My mouth tasted stale – teeth unbrushed, words unspoken.I reached for my phone, which I threw away hours ago, and fortunately, it still works.Swiping over to headlines.“Mr. Felix Desmond has been cleared of his murder allegations and charges, and Mr. Goliath was accused of these allegations and was found guilty. Mr. Goliath further pleaded guilty and was sentenced to two years' imprisonment with hard labor.”I inhaled sharply and strolled over to the comment section, “I know Felix Desmond didn't do it, the innocent man isn't a killer.”“I just knew he was framed, fuck Goliath…pitiful.”“Whoever made him Goliath definitely
🦋 FELIX 🦋Shocked to the bone, I watched as Greg dug out his phone from his pocket and stretched it towards my lawyer, who collected it and passed it to the judge.The video displayed Goliath sneaking around, carefully watching as he walked into the depot, then he began to speak into the phone. He was dressed in black pants and a white and blue striped shirt, and gloves. Fast-forward to a few minutes, and the particular board member arrives, and Goliath walks to meet the man in the car. After a few conversations that looked like a threat due to the man’s expression, the man pulled out his phone and called someone I assumed to be me. Then, after, he clicks on a few buttons, and I thought he was sending me a text message as I demanded.Right there, Goliath brought out a knife and stabbed the man multiple times, until he was seen to be jerking in the video, yet Goliath didn’t stop, even after he was clearly dead.Then I arrived, innocently looking around until I saw the board member’s
🦋 FELIX 🦋Goliath stepped forward, his footsteps echoing through the silent courtroom. His eyes were fixed on the defense table ahead. As he reached the seat, he took a deep breath, his gaze flickering around the courtroom, settling on me, and I smirked, just the way he did when I sat on that chair.“Now,” the judge stated. “Defense attorney, please question the accused.”Nodding, my lawyer stood up and walked towards Goliath, standing in front of him. “The person in the video submitted by Mr. Desmond, was that you?”“I didn't know I was being recorded,” Goliath responded rudely.My lawyer took a step closer to him, “That didn't answer my question. Was that you? I want you to answer with a yes or a no.”“Yes.” Goliath blurted out.“Where were you on the night of the incident?” My lawyer asked, gawking at Goliath.“Home!” Goliath retorted shortly, staring back at my lawyer.My lawyer scoffed and took another step, “Is there anyone who can prove your location?”Goliath paused, “No, I
🦋 FELIX 🦋It's day 12. Benita is still stuck in a life supported by machines, people are still waiting for the news of her survival, and I… I'm still going back and forth, trying to solve a case I know nothing about.Today is the hearing of that case. After trying so hard to prove my innocence, I can only pray and hope it ends in good news.I sat in the courtroom, my lawyer beside me, Scott and Greg behind me to show support, and Goliath at the end of the courtroom with a smirk on his face, a smirk that says, “I'll get rid of you… You will be found guilty.”My heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. The weight of the proceedings hangs heavy in the air as I await the judge's decision. The courtroom was silent, except for the soft rustling of papers and the murmur of the spectators.The prosecutor stood up and faced the judge, “Before the verdict is delivered, I would like to call on Mr. Greg, the ex-secretary and childhood friend of the defendant, for questioning.”“You may procee