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My victory was short lived.
After a long car chase and a near heart attack, I was arrested and taken to jail where I awaited my trail to prove I was guilty. Of course I was guilty. I murdered him in cold blood.
After a week of sludge food and an uncomfortable two inch mattress, it was my day for court.
I had to be escorted into the courtroom by a police officer who had brown hair and was easily in his 40s. I wore a tan jumpsuit outfit that everyone in jail was required to wear.
Once in the courtroom, I saw a woman with dark hair and two younger adults sitting next to her glare at me. As we passed Amanda, who is recognized from her LifeInvader photos, I got a whiff of her perfume. And I recognized it instantly. I'd smelled it on Michael's collar so many times and I almost felt tears spring to my eyes.
I loved him, I love him.
"You murdered him! You murdered my husband!" Amanda yelled from across the courtroom.
"Mrs. De Santa, please calm down." A man with a briefcase and glasses said next to her.
I smiled evilly. "I fucked him too. Many times." My voice was venomous. But I didn't care. Michael deserved it.
A police officer put his hand on my shoulder to caution me. I saw Amanda's face twist in anger, her kids were appalled.
Yup, I said it.
"He begged for me. I tasted his blood. His everything." Then I popped on finger in my mouth for emphasis. "Everything, Amanda." I smiled wickedly.
Her eyes were wide and I could tell she wanted to rip my throat out, just like I had all the times Michael held me in his arms.
"Stop it, Ms. Grant." The judge said. "Misconduct does not look well for you right now."
I bit my lip as I sat down in my chair next to my appointed lawyer. I felt like a mess. A hot mess. I felt like I was on top of the world but at the same time, I was getting hit by a truck over and over again.
No more perfumes.
My skin was pale. Devoid of blood making it flush pink. I had no make up on and I felt embarrassed. But again, why care? I better get used to it. I'm going to be without make up for a long time. Maybe even an eternity.
I don't have to be perfect anymore.
"How do you plead?" The judge asked all high and mighty as he sat upon his throne on shit mountain.
