Chapter 7 Just Mercy Novels & Stories

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

Content Advisory: Graphic depicts of violence. Reader discretion is advised. ⊰ Marcel ⊱ I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy as I watch Mercy curl into herself. Her body looks so small and fragile in the oversized t-shirt I helped her into. The sight of her battered skin, the bruises marring her delicate frame, it’s almost more than I can stand. How could I let this happen? … How could I have failed to protect her, again? The questions torment me, guilt and rage warring within my chest. I want to break something, to unleash the anger that’s simmering just beneath the surface. But I can’t. Not here. Not now. Not when she needs me to be strong, to be her rock.

I wouldn't mind never having met her or disturbed her life as long as she could live on. I knelt down and begged. She said that if I truly felt guilty, I should go and kneel at her father's grave instead. She then closed the door on me. Amid the wind and the snow, I realized there was nothing left in this world that could keep her. I couldn't stand, nor could I move closer. It struck me then that I'd done too many despicable things. Retribution was coming for me. When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. I tore out my IV, then drove to Arthur and Carrie's graves. I knelt, begging for forgiveness.

As my elbow slammed against the floor, my face contorted in pain. However, Zachary didn't even look at me. He was only concerned about Gigi's condition. Despite all the disappointment I felt for him, I still felt saddened by this. He didn't even know the full story, but he still did his best to get Gigi acquitted of all charges. He was an excellent lawyer who rarely failed to win any of his cases. This was my first time witnessing his prowess in public, but alas, I was the person he was up against. He rebutted everything my lawyer said.

Chapter 8 I stared on the City Police Headquarters. Thinking if I will confess or not. My grip on the sling of my shoulder bag tightened when I remembered the rape. I shut my eyes tightly trying to forget that. If I will confess now, I know they will help me. But are they going to believe my testimony? The jeep started to move that made me stop from doing it. I want to confess but fear is hindering me.

Deshawn looked at me, snot-faced, wrecked, thirty-one years old and about to learn something permanent. "You're going to keep this hand," I told him, which made him sob with a horrible flood of relief that I let last exactly one second before I finished the sentence. "It just isn't going to work right again. And every time it aches when it rains, and it will, for the rest of your life, you're going to remember that you put it on a woman who belongs to me, and you're going to be grateful, because the men before you didn't keep their hands at all." I adjusted my grip, precise, clinical, finding the leverage the way my father never bothered to teach me and the streets taught me instead. "This i

They arrived as truths settling gently into her heart, one by one, patient and exacting. Will you serve even when no one applauds? Tears spilled freely now. She did not wipe them away. “Yes,” she whispered. The answer felt small. It also felt complete. Will you choose mercy when justice would be easier and more satisfying? “Yes.” The word came quicker this time, but it cost more. She thought of Elowen’s sharp smile, of the court’s hunger for clarity. Mercy would not be celebrated there. Will you lay down your right to rule if ruling costs you your soul?

Because deploying it would have required her to be smaller than she currently was. Revenge was a closed loop. She was not a closed loop. He looked at her in the specific, layered way she had learned to read as him being completely honest. He said: it is the thing I watch with the most care. Because the people who give mercy freely are the people whose mercy can be exploited by people who know they will give it. And there are people here who know it.

I stopped speaking and focused on maintaining my breath. “Like I own his little girl?” He examined parts of my face, “he could’ve taken the money. I would have used you as compensation.” His eyes lifted to meet mine, “he’s always been willing to sell you to me.” “No—he hasn’t—” I tried to push him away but he settled over me and wrapped my legs around his waist. I tried to avoid reacting as he started to move his hips. He had dropped the hand around my throat to move my leg. Then he put it back to my throat. “he refused… my money… because he… wants me… to be… free.”

“Please. Please have mercy.” Raif lets me pull the shift and I stand, towering over Jasper. “You tried to take what was mine. You tried to take the only good thing that has ever happened to me in my life. You tried to take the light that pushes away my darkness. But she’s not here now, and there’s no one who can push this darkness away, so there will no mercy.”