A week later...
"Good morning Judge, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. We are here today because a innocent man was shot and is now in a wheelchair for the rest of his life." Richard's attorney stated. I rolled my eyes at the pure arrogance these clowns were filling this courtroom up with.
"My client, Delontaë Richard Daniel, is a kind man. A man you'd never think to have the charges brought upon him. A purely innocent man. But with evidence you the jury will decide whom the real victim is." Christopher Michaels moved back to sit beside Richard. Who was smiling from ear to ear. I hope you smile wide like that when you get yo' first prison shower. You'll smile for the rest of ya life.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Good morning to each and every one of you first of all. Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to handle a open and shut case like this one were here for today. My client and his significant other were shot at point blank range multiple times by the defendant. Fortunately the defendant's aim is comparable to a peanut's or we wouldn't even be here going through the motions of this trial today. A life could've been taken, take a look at the evidence. You'll see who the real victim is, and whose playing pretend. That'll be all your honor." I watched as my lawyer glided throughout the courtroom swaying the jury to believe the right side of the truth.
"Alright, I've heard both beginning arguments." The honorable Judge Natalia Hernandez spoke clearly and to the point. "Let's begin. Counselor your first witness."
My lawyer stood up, and took a sip of his water.
I waited.
"I call Myles Benson to the stand your honor."
I walked slowly towards the stand and took a seat.
"Please raise your right hand for me." The judge said to me.
I raised my right hand as I was told.
"You swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth under the pains and penalties of perjury?"
"I swear your honor."
My lawyer nodded at him and began.
All I could do was look at the son of a bitch as this horrible incident was revealed and picked apart by a jury of our peers.
Your wasting time out here tryna fight with me when you could be getting comfortable & cozy in your pretty dark cell.

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