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Chapter Fourteen | Secrets In The Courtroom

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The courtroom was scattered with more people than there was last week. People started coming from all across the country to witness the case of Victoria's murder as it ate up the news.

Journalists flew in from countries outside. Writers came to take statements and write their books. Media outlets came to make a quick buck as they enter the trending side of murder cases. Everyone was here. Like ants following the scent of food.

"Let's continue where we left off last time," The Judge looks at Ms. Lauren, and Mr. Blane, "shall we?"

"I would like to start off with a letter that was written by none other than Samuel Riverton himself exactly a week before we could locate the knife that killed Victoria," Ms. Lauren steps in front of the judge, letter in hand. "I believe you received it, your honor?" She looks up at the judge for reassurance, "Indeed I have Ms. Lauren. You may carry on." The Judge gives her the assurance she needed with a little nod.

"If you are reading this. That means I am already dead. Victoria's father never gave me a chance to introduce myself to him. The moment I stepped foot into their house he took me to the kitchen and asked me about my intentions with his daughter, and once I told him that I am simply a boy who is in love with Victoria, he laughed in my face. He told me all about Victoria being unlovable and that she was nothing but extra meat — a waste of oxygen to be exact. Mr. Blane never loved his daughter, but I disagree. Victoria told me about the time when she was younger where she saw her father watching her when she slept. She kept one eye open at all times because she believed that her father had a weird kink for incest and wanted to fuck his own daughter. His own skin and blood. Victoria was scared of her father, and she told me that she even had to put a tissue in her keyhole and lock her door, which she got beaten up for, before she slept every night because she was too worried she was going to get raped at the hand of her old man. I said that if you are reading this then I am already dead because once Mr. Blane took me to that kitchen and talked to me about Victoria being the bitch he always thought she was. I was infuriated and told him all about the stories Victoria told me about him, and he never once defended himself. He didn't deny these facts and he never told me that it was a lie. What he did was threaten me, Mr. Blane said that if I ever talk about this to anybody he would kill me, and the truth is. I am a yapper, so there is a high possibility that the information went public and I talked about it to someone. I know Victoria's dead, and I knew all about her murder list. Victoria was acting very weird before she was murdered. It was as if the shadow of death came to her in her sleep and told her that these are her final days, and quite frankly given the circumstances. I believe Mr. Blane is going to murder her soon — murder us."

The people of the jury all turned to look at Mr. Blane as he sat there like a child lost in a park, looking for his parents. The shock on his face was obvious, and it wasn't helping his case.

"Your honor," He says, "I never spoke to Samuel Riverton in my life." He threw his hands up in the air, like a boy begging for mercy. "I swear it, your honor!" His tone higher, "The man beat me up and that was the last time I saw him—"

"Beat you up?" Ms. Lauren interrupted him before he could finish talking, "Objection your honor, I was still speaking." Mr. Blane says with pouty eyes. "Sustained." The Judge let Mr. Blane continue.

"Victoria was losing her mind," He turned to look at the jury, "I was home and I woke up to noises arguing downstairs in the living room. I heard glasses shatter all over the house and I heard a man talking to Victoria. I was going downstairs and I saw Victoria in the hallway. I admit, I lost my temper and yelled at her because no guys are allowed in my house, at least not without my knowledge." He lets out a deep breath, "All I remember is getting hit from behind and passing out. The last words I heard before I fainted were 'I said we need to talk.' and that was it."

For a moment the Judge seemed to believe Mr. Blane's defense because there was a truthful tone mixed with all of  it, besides, there is no physical proof of the letter truly being Samuel's or any evidence that support the fact that Samuel was saying the truth, but that was before Ms. Lauren stepped up once again, "Touching," She says in her famous emotionless tone, "but your honor I would like to present this USB drive and this notebook that has Samuel's school notes written on it–"

"How is that relevant?" Mr. Blane interrupts, but he was silenced immediately, "If you do not like people speaking when it's your turn Mr. Blane, I suggest you be quiet once I do." Ms. Lauren shoots him a poisonous look, "Carrying on," She hands the notebook to the Judge along with the USB drive, "On the USB drive we can find the argument Samuel was talking about in his note, your honor. Along with the notebook to affirm that it is in fact, Samuel's handwriting on that letter."

Mr. Blane was nervous now, but why would he be nervous if he claimed that he had nothing to hide?

"Your honor," Mr. Blane tries, but his attempt was denied as the Judge asks to listen to what is on the USB drive. As it played, everyone in court went silent for a moment, and the second it finished.

Every person with a mouth was speaking. Words like murderer, rapist, killer, were thrown around in the courtroom. For once, the courtroom turned into an auction house, and the prize was Mr. Blane's jail sentence.

The USB had an audio of exactly everything written on that note — word to word, and Mr. Blane was dead silent with his jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Your honor, they are using my voice!" He cries, "This isn't me on that tape!" He falls to the ground and puts his face in between his arms, as if asking for the ground to just swallow him up and take him away from this place where everyone wanted him gone and forgotten. Ms. Lauren and the people of the jury. The Judge. The journalists.

No one believed him, and he knew that no one would ever believe an alcoholic abusive father.

"This isn't me on that tape," He whispers to himself as he weeps. And for a moment, no words were shared in the courtroom.

It was so silent that some people swore that they could hear his heartbeat as he laid down on that floor.

"Mr. Blane," The Judge says, "Rise my boy. This is a courtroom, and the trial is yet to be finalized." He sympathized with him.

"I must admit Mr. Blane that things are not looking too good for you, but because I too am a father, I find it hard to believe that a man has the power to murder his own flesh and blood in cold-blood." The Judge slams his gavel, "The trial will continue," The Judge gets up, "I'll see you all next week." He slams his gavel once more and leaves the courtroom. Leaving Mr. Blane to the horror of the press' questions.