Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 4

Hayden's Point Of View

"Evans." I heard a familiar voice.

"What?" I asked as I turned around to see no other than Harris standing in my cell.

"We're going to court." He said as he handcuffed me, without any other information.

"What have I done?"

"Nothing, your lawyer just wanted to discuss it all over."

My face lit up.

"Can I call my girlfriend? I want her to be there." I said, smiling to myself.

He nodded: "sure, what's her number?"

"It was saved on my phone." I said and face-palmed myself for not memorizing it.

"Well, you're not getting it back until you're free, so therefore-"

"I can't contact her, I'm not stupid." I spat as he tightened his grip on me, before giving me to two other cops which escorted me out, into their famous Mercedes with the blue stripes on.

"Don't try to flee."

"I wouldn't" I lied. If I was not being liberated today, I would sure run.

I kept my head down as I saw hundreds of people protesting in front of the building and screaming cruel things at me. I kept walking, not looking where we were going until we entered a room, the court. I saw the judge doing something on the huge table as the police man told me to put my cuffed hands onto the table and sit down.

I looked into the crowd, noticing a familiar face, Luke.

He gave me a smile and a thumbs up as I shook my head and turned around again.

He was the one that was bound to bail me out.

When everyone was sitting, the judge looked up to me, eyeing me in disgust.

"Hayden Evans, you have been found guilty of the murder of

Arthur Reginald Webster,

Charles Patrick Trumpington,

Marcel Agnes Bernstein,

Lewis Anona Rudd,

John Malcolm Kerr,

Nigel Sinclair Robinson,

Norman Arthur Potter,

Felicity Jayne Stone,

Jean-Paul Reynard,

Rachel Shirley Donaldson,

Stephen Jay Greenblatt,

Karl-Heinz Mullet,

Belinda Anne Ventham,

Juan-Carlos Fernandez,

Steve Richards,

Robert Henry Noonan,

Felix James Bennett

and Mike Trenton in the time span of one year. Have you anything to say before I pass sentence?

Wow. I fucking killed a lot people, no let me rephrase that: Wow, was I really that unclean?

"Yes, ma'am, I claim to be not guilty, considering that I was forced." I told her.

"How may I understand this?" She asked me.

"I had no choice but doing what my boss, Steve Richards told me to do, because he threatened me and my girlfriend. He told me if I didn't do it, he'd kill her."

"Why didn't you go to the police?" She asked as I shook my head innocently.

"I didn't want to risk my girl getting hurt."

Stupid idiots.

"My client does not belong here, forced murder is not real murder. Indeed, he killed, but as a self-protection and our beloved constitution gives him the right to self-protection."

"I may discuss this with the public prosecutor."

"Of course, that is if my client has something to add..?" My lawyer looked at me, but I shook my head.

Wow. That was easy.

I smiled wickedly to myself, staring at the table.

"How did you manage that?" I asked my lawyer as he told me that he had a discussion with the judge before the whole thing. As he made his way up, to other suit-wearing men, I saw Luke approaching me.

"Thanks man." I said as he gave me a smile.

"I did my best, but it took me some time to find the money." He said, his voice even deeper than I had remembered it.

"What money?" I asked, narrowing my eyebrows.

"Well, turns out the cops didn't find the safe."

"No way?" I said turning fully to him and taking my hands off the table, which were gone noticed by one of the cops.

"Yeah, I have it all back home." Luke said giving my shoulder a tiny punch as I smiled proudly.

"Good job."

When I would get out, I would be able to restart it with the blink of an eye.

"Luke." I said as he was about to walk away, he turned around and nodded, gesturing me to continue.

"Call Leah."

"Yeah, about that, I don't actually have her number." Luke said as he nervously rubbed his neck, causing me to sigh.

When the judge and the public prosecutor came back, my lawyer started to fight with them, telling them my whole life story as the jury carefully listened, I didn't even understand half of the words they screamed, but I didn't care.

I snapped back to reality when the judge spoke: "Will the jury foreperson please stand? As the jury reached an unanimous verdict."

"Yes. " and elder man spoke,"The jury finds defendant not guilty."

"The jury is thanked and excused." The Judge said, quickly mumbling something to the public prosecutor.

"May you raise yourselves." The judge said, referring to me and the crowd in my back.

"We have made the decision of giving you freedom, that is if you won't commit murder anymore, seen as the forcer is dead. If that occurs, you will immediately be sent to the death row, with exceptions, that is. Is there anything to object?"