The Trial (5sos)

One

Ashton Irwin sat with his hands folded together in front of him, resting his forehead on top of them. He kept his eyes closed and breathing slowed as the judge read out all the rules and expectations of the courtroom.

"Mr. Irwin" his lawyer whispered in her calm and together voice "are you alright?" She asked, noticing his posture.

Ashton sat up slowly, squinting his eyes from the LSD lighting, he nodded casually "I'm fine, Miss. Turner" addressing her formally, finding the setting to be more upscale than usual.

She nodded back in understanding and returned her attention to the rambling judge.

Ashton Irwin was accused of murdering his late wife Luanne Irwin, who was killed not less than a week ago, in their own home.

As much as Ashton has told them he didn't do it, no one believes his pleas except for his lawyer Emily Turner. This case is one of the most looked at court cases in all of Australia and its even getting a lot of attention from other countries, such as The United States and Europe.

Of course the wide spread publicity doesn't help Ashton by all of its negative attention floating around social media. The news does a good job of painting him to be some kind of monster who's murdered his other half. But what they don't know is he is one hundred percent innocent.

There is no way that he could ever murder the women he loved, the women he still loves. But like every crime done to a wife, the husband is always the first suspect.

"Ashton, Ashton"

His name was called, followed by a hand on his shoulder shaking him back and forth forcing his attention back to the court room. He looked up at Emily who stood in front of him with her clipboard full of notes.

"They want you to speak" she said, not breaking eye contact making sure he heard every word.

Ashton stared at her for a moment. He looked around and noticed the same blonde man with a stubbly beard standing in front of the judge just like last time. The man had asked him a million questions and pressed on some personal topics all to try and get Ashton to confess that he murdered his wife, but he kept the answer the same every time, "no".

"okay" Ashton finally responded.

"Mr. Irwin has agreed to speak" Emily announced to the court room.

"Thank you, Mr. Irwin, please approach the stands" the judge said in his deep grumbling voice.

Ashton stood up from his seat and fixed his black tie that hung from his milky white collard shirt, he also made the effort to pinch in his golden cuff links surrounded by his gray suit jacket that was freshly steamed to a perfect tee.

"Remember, they're going to ask you questions and they're going to press" Emily whispered putting her hand on his shoulder to bring him down closer "if you don't feel comfortable answering then just say so, you don't have to, I can handle it, okay?"

"Yes ma'am" he replied, with every ounce of respect and gratitude for the one person who believed him.

"Just tell the truth, you'll do great" she finished, giving him a professional smile.

Ashton nodded and started his walk to the stand. All eyes were on him as he made his way through the wooden gate and up to his seat next to the judge. The sound of pencils starting to sketch the scene before them etched in his ear, along with the typing of the secretary. His heart rate increased with every ticking of the small clock on the wall hanging above the judge, he wanted to stand up and scream but that for sure would put him in jail.