I Guess Jails My Thing

Prologue

Three Years Ago

"This is all your fault!" I screamed. The officer pulled me back, trying his hardest to hold me without having to dig his nails into my skin. The silver cuffs pulled on my wrists as I attempted to reach around and grab him.

"Fuck you! You set me up you piece of shit!" I screamed.

My father stood there, acting as if he was shocked. But in his eyes I could see he looked relieved. He was relieved that I got caught instead of him.

"I hope you fuckin rot in hell you sleazy bastard and I hope mom sends you there!" His eyes widened and I heard the cops behind me begin to yell orders.

Suddenly, everything became a blur as my body started to feel heavy. The world around me seemed to fade out of focus and my vision began to tunnel.

"Rot. . . You. . ." My mind began to jumble into a mess of chaos and I lost my train of thought. I couldn't hold myself up any longer.

I felt arms grab hold of me by my shoulders. My vision became black and the blue and red lights and the blaring of sirens faded off into the distance.

~*~

"Now to go into court, what will you plea?"

"Can I plea partial?"

The woman in front of me rolled her eyes and looked toward the glass behind me before directing her cold gaze back at me.

"It's either innocent or guilty, not one or the other." She said sternly. This was the fourth meeting id had with the woman and we were getting no where.

I was lucky if I could get a couple sentences of groundbreaking material that could at least take some years off. But then she never elaborated on the subject and she'd never go back to it.

It's like she wanted me wrongly convicted.

"But some of those charges I know are true but the rest are not and I just know that if I plea-"

"Then plead guilty!" She snapped as she slammed her hand down on the table.

I was startled for a moment before I narrowed my eyes back at her. "The lawyer is supposed to work for the client. Not the other way around."

Her eyes narrowed. "I think we're done for today." She picked up her brief cafe, sliding it off the edge of the table and standing up from her chair.

Her heels clicked as she walked to the door. I stared straight ahead at the plain grey wall. My wrists shackled down to the table and I kept my hands clutched together to steady them.

I heard the door buzz as the guard prepared to open the door for her to leave. After she was gone the officer would make her way over to me. "Oh and by the way-" I called out. I heard her heels stop. "-Tell the district attorney's office that I request a new lawyer."

I heard her groan loudly in frustration before she stomped out. Once the clicking vanished from my ears I let my shoulders slump and my head fall to my chest.

The clunking of boots could be heard on the concrete floor as the guard walked into the room.

I heard the jingling of keys and looked up as I prepared to stand. The young woman smiled reassuringly at me. "Don't worry. Innocent until proven guilty right?" She whispered as she took off my cuffs.

If only she knew the details of the case. Then she'd blame me, just like everybody else.

~*~

"You are hereby found guilty on all accounts." I squeezed my eyes shut as I looked down at my lap. I clenched my fists as I fought back the tears.

I knew my father was smiling in some way. Not so everyone could see but in his mind he was.

That maniacal bastard was probably laughing.

Mr.Alton, my lawyer, patted me on the shoulder before he cleared up his things and left the room.

I felt a tug on my shoulder and I slowly stood up and placed my arms behind my back. The guard quickly locked the cuffs on my wrists and I opened my eyes as I was led out of the court room.

I'm innocent, I swear.

I'm innocent.