chapter 3- you against the jury.

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Your pov.

Its been 3 weeks sence i have been in prison. I am surounded by men, i havent seen a girl sence ive been in here. I have started to get comments like " hey baby wanna have some fun?" From all these hormone enduced men. I have started to get letters from an anonymous man. He said we have met twice and i cant help but be scared of him.  When we are let out of our cells i am excorted to the cafeteria for lunch, when i get there i am engolfed in men. My days have been hard and my cell mate is gay, so hes fun to talk to and he doesn't try to rape me or anything. I am happy that hes my cell mate. He and i gossip about what men we find attractive. Its the 15th of june and my cort day is tomorrow, i hope my name will be cleared.  I was sitting in my cell with my gay best friend... i really dint understand why he was locked up in this hell hole. Anyway, we were talking about guys like always when a gaurd told me to stand, I was requested infront of a jury. I did as the gaurd said, to be honest i was scared he would beat the shit out of me if i din't. We walked to the cort room when the juge told me my rights i started to laugh. The juge said in a very stern voice "young lady stop laughing this instent!" I were trying to stop but you just dont handel pressure well and you just kept laughing like a maineact untell the juge called for a break. I sat in the questioning chair when the break was over and awnserd the questions wale trying to hold in my laughter. The evidence was shown and the jury was ready to take a vote. I silently prayed for the jury's vote to be inocent. When the jury was finshed voting, one jurer stated thire awnser. "The jury here finds the accused _________..... NOT GULTY of second degree manslaughter." Tears of joy fell from my eyes. I was crying tears of joy. The gaurd excorted me back to the cell i was asigned to and i told my gay cell mate that i would be leaving and we hugged and i said i would write him i aslo told him that i would drop off the note for the huy he liked. With that i grabbed my things and left. I soon was returning to my parents house ware little did i know i would be bullyed and aboused till i left.

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