In a rural town, Graham lives his life as peacefully as possible. With only his dog by his side, he doesn't want, nor expect anything to change. That is, until the house across the street from him is sold to a strange man from the city.
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Spencer Cypress
It was the final court session. And I was going to go face-to-face with the man that had terrorized me for too long.
I knew the time would come. First, Fergus went up. He made a show of him being in a wheelchair and making whining noises.
He looked at me. While his face looked sad, behind his eyes, I knew he was perverting me. Because that is just the man he is.
"Fergus, could you go over the events of the night of January 20 earlier this year?" his lawyer asked.
"Uh," Fergus muttered.
"You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable." His lawyer added. I wanted to scoff. He was being coddled like he was the victim.
"No, I can do this." Fergus let out a sigh. "We were coming back from the party, and I was a bit tipsy. I think this was a perfect opportunity for Spencer to take advantage of me."
"Prejudicial statement!" My lawyer retorted. Judge Lebbeck reprimanded Fergus.
"We were on our way back when Spencer began to tease me. I pushed him away because I was drunk and didn't feel like doing that. When he tried to lean in to kiss me, I pushed him away. I just so happened to also be leaning on the rail. And Spencer got angry that I rejected him, so he pushed me off the railing. Next thing I knew, I had fallen on top of a car."
I noticed Fergus' wife sobbing.
"Do you think Spencer had any malicious intentions when he pushed you off?" His lawyer then asked.
"I don't know. But his intention then was definitely to hurt me. And he is still trying to hurt me today with this farce."
The lawyer continued to pry questions that were specifically asked about how horrible he felt after the accident. I knew my lawyer would pick up on this too.
Bertie then went up and slicked back his hair.
"Mr. Manchineel. I'm sure you are aware that there is much evidence against you, right?" My lawyer asked.
"I would like to see it." Fergus replied.
The TV lit up and there were text messages and emails being shown.
"Is this not you? In one message, you call Spencer your 'second-wife'. And you often sent him heart emojis."
Logan objected. "Heart emojis mean nothing, your honor. I send my friends kissing emojis. Does that mean I want to kiss them?"
