Run While You Can(Editing)

Chapter Four

•Chapter Four•

My mother and I were walking into the Courthouse the day of the trial. I was quite nervous actually, that I bit my nails down to the stub. I took a seat next to my mom and this lady who lives a few houses down from me and smelled naturally of honey.I think her name was Cathie Miller. Miss Cathie Miller! There was a file on her! She was rather thin, and had strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes were indigo and she wore a depressed expression. She couldn't have been more than 40 years of age. I wondered why she was here, but I thought it was rude to ask.

The room had a wooden benches on either side of the room, tables and chairs in the middle of the room and a bench near the back wall. The bench was rather high and it looked almost like a desk, and that's where the judge sat. To the right of that was a chair.

As everyone began to quiet down, a cold breeze filled the room. The entrance door was opened, revealing my father, handcuffed. He looked exactly the same. That same mysterious grin and baby blue eyes. He sat down in a seat next to his lawyer.

"I call Mrs. Anderson to the stands." His lawyer said, and she walked up there, talking a seat next to the judge.

"What did you see the night of your husbands murder?"

"I saw a shadow. And I heard screaming. I went to go check on Harold to find him in a puddle of his own blood." Tears rolled down her face like pins and needles. "And that's when I saw John with a knife, jumping out the one-story window." Mrs. Anderson left the stands to take her original seat.

They called my father up to the stands and asked him a series of questions for about 10 minutes.

"Now Mr. McKan. Did you or did you not murder Mr. Anderson?"

"Well. My mother always told me to never tell a lie. " he smiled. "I did murder him."

Whispered echoed through the room.

"SILENCE!" the judge exclaimed, slamming his mallet.

Silence immediately filled the room.

"Guilty!"

The room started spinning. I rubbed my eye, tears covering my hand.

"Jamie." my mother said in a soft tone.

The room started looking distorted and my eyes were going dark.

What was happening to me?

I don't remember much from that horrifying experience expect tears.

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I woke up in my bed, stuffed under thousands of blankets. My mom stroked my long hair.

"Hun," she whispered.

"What Happened?" I asked. I lift up my head, revealing a throbbing pain. "Ow,"

"Jamie. Just relax. Everything going to be okay. We're going to visit your father tonight." she said soothingly. "The doctor said that you must've taken your father jailing pretty hard that you blacked out."

That night, after my mom and I ate dinner, we drove over to the County Jail to visit dad.

I hated being in there. It was damp and chilling to the bone.

There was this wall, with individual desks that were separated along it and a glass window. On the other of the glass window, was the Prisoners. My mom sat down at one of the desks, and talked though a phone to my father, who was on the other side. They could see each other perfectly but couldn't touch. After about 15 minutes they already started bickering.

"Hey Jamie" my dad said as a sat down, holding the black telephone up to my ear. "How you doing Sweetie?"

"Why are you being nice to me?"I sneered and he just laughed.

"Why did you kill those innocent people?"I asked.

"Oh. So I see you caught on to my little game I play." He smirked.

"Just answer the question."

"Because it's fun."He said.

I couldn't believe my ears. "Your Insane."

I was about to leave when I heard his voice again." Oh Jamie! Do be careful. I'm coming after you next." His voice stabbed me in the back like a knife.

I looked at his face and realized that this wasn't my father anymore. This was hell itself.