BROKE DAY

Koby Crimson

"Get yo ass up kid! Your lawyer is waiting for you." he opened his eyes but immediately regretted it after seeing the bright white ceiling. The familiar sounds of metal clanking against each other. As he noticed the officer opening the gate in his cell. He sat up straight whilst rubbing his eyes in attempt to wash of the drowsiness that is pulling him back to sleep. 'We were so happy back then' he tought, remembering his dream.

That day, when she returned his car. That day, when they fought. That day, was his birthday. The only day they could see, talk, laugh, bond, and cry with each other. And that day...........Was when he last saw her.

He raised his head, only to see an impatient cop, standing in front of his cell. "Am I being released?" he looked at the officer with hopeful eyes. But to his dismay, no reply was given. He was only led to a room full of people. Assuming that it was for the visitors. He sat on a table big enough to fit four people, one each side. Across him was a guy in about his 30s. He was wearing a suit and reading glasses. Infront of them was a brown suitcase. He recognized the person almost immediately and knowing that its someone he can trust, he just exploded. He stood up and slammed his fist on the table producing a loud bang that caught the attention of the people containing the small area.

"I am innocent! I didn't kill her! This is just a set up! Hell I doubt she's even dead! She and her stupid good for nothing boyfriend must have planned this to frame me!" his outburst alarmed the guards and slowly sat him back to his chair while he pants to regain air and to calm himself down. His lawyer raised a hand to dismiss the security. Seconds later, after they left, he spoke.

"I believe you Mr. Crimson. However the evidence is clearly visible in one of your property. Specifically speaking, your car. And that little confession is not helping either. In addition you are not only charged for murder but for also driving under influence. You were caught in slumber beside the river where we saw the body of Sky Crimson. And when you woke up, you said whatever happened to her was your fault. So tell me Mr. Crimson, how can we persuade them into thinking that you are innocent if there is nothing we can hold against your two little suspects? Not to mention, the other one is considered dead." he propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin above the back of his intertwined hands. Koby sat in silence deeply determining the situation he is currently in. A few seconds have passed and finally he looked at his lawyer straight in his eyes. He leaned closer to copy the position of the man sitted infront of him. With eyes full of confidence he spoke...

"How about this Mr. Gordon. You once told me that a close friend of yours is currently working as a detective in CIA." the lawyer raised an eyebrow encouraging him to continue. "Well, I don't know, would you mind taking her here to personally adjudicate my despondent state? She may have a better grasp at the situation than the both of us ever will." the lawyer sat straight in his chair, amused by the proposition of the former CEO. He crossed his arms smiling.

"Hmmm... my, my, Mr. Crimson are you saying that we should fabricate an investigation without the authoritiy's acquiesce?" a small smirk slowly creeping in his face. Koby on the other side only showed agreement by a not so innocent smile.