Penchant Love for Miss Criminal (Completed)

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

Another day in prison, and we've been assigned the task of cleaning and cutting the grass in the oval and field inside the prison. While cleaning, a group approaches me, and her minions keep whispering behind Mera's back, and I found out her name yesterday, while taking a bath, her minions talk behind her back, and that's how I found out her name.

"Hey, you!" she exclaimed.

"Do you need anything?" I ask, not looking at her.

"You bitch!" I saw in my peripheral vision that she was about to punch me, but before she could, I stopped her filthy hands in the air and twisted and pulled them into her back.

"I'm saying something," I say into her ear.

"Ouch, ouch," she wailed in agony.

"Yah!" she exclaimed to her minions, who began to run towards me.

I pushed her back and she kissed the ground, then they came ready with their fists, two girls approached me with their fists, so I grabbed them and crossed them, then twist and puch them, I was about to face another girl when a punch landed on my face and I stepped back, then I saw another punch coming but someone stopped them, and there I saw the old woman whom I spoke with yesterday. She fought with the girls, and I couldn't stop staring at her because she is so cool and strong.

"Would you mind assisting me?" she asks, her hands full with the fight.

Someone is about to kick her back, but I kick it down, as if a fly board in the karate practice, and she is aching, and I can hear her bone crack. The cops arrived and fired in the air, causing us to come to a halt and squat with our heads down. They bring us back inside, and the old lady is in my back, so I take advantage of the opportunity to thank her.

"Thank you and please accept my apologies," I say quietly.

"Why are you sorry?" she insists.

"You know I'm dragging you into this mess and because of my mother."

"It is my choice to join the fight, and your mother is only doing her job, and this is the result of an act I committed in the past," she says.

"Can you explain your case?"

"Enough asking, you're so talkative," she said as she walked past me and went to her bed, and I didn't even notice that we had arrived at the jail, I walk pass her bed and she said something.

"By the way, it is dangerous for a pregnant person to fight," she said, and I froze in shock while simultaneously happy.

Since we returned, I've been sitting in the corner of my bed, and a policewoman stood outside our jail looking for someone, "Seymour, your attorney is here," I stood up and followed the cop.

I saw James sitting on the other side with a furious face but it got soft seeing the wound I got in the corner of my lips and asks.

"It's nothing, just a little fight," I say, smiling.

He is enraged and grabs something from his bag, which is my pregnancy test; I see he got it in the restroom.

"Don't get involved in any fights," he said solemnly.

"Do you think I want to get involved in that fight?" I was irritated by him for no apparent reason.

"I'll do my best to get you out of here, but I need your cooperation," he said in a soft voice, his face softening.

"I know," I said, my eyes welling up with tears.

For a brief moment, our lines were silent, and then I spoke up.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner; I wasn't sure because the second one is negative," I said, not looking down.

"I understand, it's okay; I'll make that Jeremy suffer," I can sense the desire for vengeance.

"He is not the father," I look at his face to see how he reacts, and he is surprised, as expected.

"Who?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you," I shake my head.

"But where did you go that day after you found out the result?" he asked, his gaze fixed on my face, waiting for my response and examining me if I lied.

"At m-my friend?" I asked, my answer punctuated by a question mark! I'm afraid I don't know how to lie, especially in front of him.

"How can I help you if you're always lying to me?" he bemoaned.

"What matters is that you know how I got there and that I'm innocent!"

"That's important to you? What's important to me is the whole story, not just the lapse!" he yelled, punching the table.

I was taken aback by his behavior, but before he could say anything, the cop called me and said, my time is up, so I walked back inside. I'm about to cry, but I'm holding back my tears.

'Did he think I murdered Agnes?' I think to myself.

'Does he believe I didn't trust him?'

'I understand why he's upset; it's because I didn't tell him everything, but I can't tell him I went to Alessander's house,' I continued talkingto my self.

I keep talking to myself and thinking about what he and Stacey think of me because what matters to me is what people think of me and how they perceive me after the incident. I sat on my bed, unable to hold back my tears, and began to cry again, when someone sat beside me and patted my shoulder. I lean on her and see her face, and it's the old lady who helped me earlier.

"It's bad for a pregnant woman to cry all the time," she said sweetly.

I burst into tears as I thought about the baby, "How could I keep my baby safe?" I sobbed into her shoulder.

"Just stay strong, you'll get through this, just stop crying," she says as she strokes my hair.

"Can you help me?" I hang the last word waiting for her name.

"Anna."

"Please help me, Anna."

"I will," she says quietly, caressing my back.

"I know you're innocent, dear," she said, "but please cooperate with your attorney."

"But I can't tell him everything," I sobbed as I wiped away my tears.

"He is your brother, you can trust him with your life," I was surprised to learn that she knew my attorney was my brother, and I guess she saw my surprise.

"The rumors quickly spread like wildfire."

"Yeah, right," I say with a chuckle.

I was still leaning on her shoulder, tomorrow is the first trial for my case, and the prosecutor has yet to come to see me or ask questions, and I know I disappointed James with my actions, but it was too late to talk to him because the trial is tomorrow and it is late in the evening.

"You know how to fight, huh?" she asks, and I can see her smile in my peripheral vision ko.

"Yup, my dad wanted a boy, but he got me, and my mom doesn't want to give birth anymore, so my father taught me various fighting techniques since I was a kid," I exclaimed with delight.

"But do you have a brother?" she inquires.

"When I was ten years old, my parents adopted him."

"I see," she nodded, and I yawned.

"Sleep," she said, reaching for my head and placing it on her shoulder.