RDJ Imagines

I Object

Hank Palmer Imagine
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Hank has been my long time friend, and I always was there in his time of need. Now, since a hit and run incident, I guess it's his turn to be there for me also...

"Shit, there I said it! I killed him!" I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. "It was accidental, and I really don't know how, but I did it. Is that what you've been wanting to hear from me?"

I sat in front of my lawyer, speaking of an incident that happened over a month ago.

Mr. Palmer's fingers were laced together as he leaned forward in his chair listening intently.

"Well, I mean, it did take a while but yeah sure that's exactly what I wanted to hear." He said sarcastically, adjusting his tie.

"Hank, I don't know why the hell you're being so lackadaisic about this."

"I've been hearing the same shit, over and over from you. It doesn't change. Y/n, I'm trying to help you. I've heard three different fucking people tell me it wasn't a god damn accident, and here you are shoveling me shit. I need the truth! I can't defend your lies!" He said.

"Lies! For fucks sake--" I sighed.

"I'm going to ask you this question for the last damn time, and I want you to answer truthfully. And if you don't, then I'm going to ask you to get out my office, and find a new lawyer y/n." Hank said, looking me square in my eyes.

"Did you purposely kill Andrew Peterman, by hit and run on January 2nd, 2018?" He asked.

I looked away.

"Did you?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Yes..." I said, looking down at my hands.

Hank leaned back in his chair, and rested the side of his head on his hand.

"That's all I needed." He said.

"Now I have a proper case, that I can actually find reasons to support it. Yeah, you killed him, but maybe if we play on the jury's sympathy, you might not serve time."

"Hank, there's no sympathy in this..." I sighed. "I knew what I was doing."

"There can be. Or we can make up a whole story, and you lie like a rug on the stand. I dealt with a case like this ok." He said. "You're not going to jail alright. I got you. Just say everything I tell you to say."

Hank extended his hand, and I held it. His soft hand was warm against my own, and I felt my body tingle.

"Thank you Hank." I said, looking into his eyes.

"You're welcome." He responded, letting my hand go. "Now, we have to get this going. The court date is in 2 weeks."

"Alright..." I agreed.

Two weeks later...

"Order! Order in the court!" The judge shouted over the voices of everyone in the room, as he hit his gavet on the wood.

The whole room went up in commotion after the opposing lawyer asked me the question, 'Did you kill Mr. Peterman?'. Of course my answer being 'yes'.

Everyone was told and was convinced I was innocent. Many was probably fooled into believing I was drunk enough to ram anyone over with my car that day.

I couldn't do it on my end, I couldn't deal with the lie. There was too much evidence being exposed upon the observance screens.

Hank sat at the table with his head in his hand, with his eyes closed. I could tell he wasn't liking the way this was going.