Guilty (Camila/You)

Chapter 4

Your POV

"What the hell were you even thinking?!" Williams looked at me expectantly, with raised eyebrows, as he hovered over the metal table. It was now later in the day, I was back in jail and he just finished his paperwork. "You could've had a chance to win this case because of her slip out and you decided to help her by yelling through the court?"

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. Yeah, I agree with him. What the fuck was I thinking? That was such a stupid move. It's just that, seeing her in that state just... triggered something in me, I guess. That doesn't stop it from being a dumb ass thing to do. 

"How big is my chance to win now...?" I was so scared to know the answer to that question, but at the same time, not knowing is even scarier. 

He plopped back down on his chair and flipped through his notes. He then took off his glasses before pinching the bridge of his nose. "With that hero action you just pulled out there, it'll take a miracle for you to be pleaded innocent."

"Okay." I nodded my head as I buried my head into my hands.

"Ms. Y/L/N, do you know how serious this is? Second-degree murder... the minimum mandatory sentencing is 15 years to life, which means that you'd be in prison for the first 15 years and if you've behaved yourself, you might get released on parole."

"Fifteen..." I repeated. That sounds so long. 15 years of my life will be gone because of a crime I didn't commit. Right now, I'm not even necessarily mad at Camila, I was just... astonished. Everything is starting to dawn on me now. 

"If there is nothing else, I'm going back to my firm to prepare for the closing statement--"

Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off. "Can I do the closing statement on my own?"

It was almost impossible for me to get out of this, so why not take my already destined fate in my own hands. At least I won't have anyone else to blame if I lose. 

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"Defendant Y/L/N, you have requested to do your own closing statements?" the judge asked. Today was most likely the last day of my freedom and these are the last minutes of it. And I feel like I'm sounding more and more dramatic each second.

"Yes, your Honor."

The judge nodded her head. "Alright then, you may begin counsel."

"Your Honor... ladies and gentlemen of the jury... I know that personality and history wise, I would seem way more likely to commit a murder on Mr. Romero compared to Ms. Cabello. But please, believe me, I really didn't. You have heard both testimonies yesterday and you may not have come to a conclusion yet. Please keep in mind that, even though I've been in a couple of fights with Mr. Romero, I've never caused him any serious bodily harm. And I just... I really haven't killed him... I'm innocent... please, believe me, please." I hung my head low as tears slowly streamed down my face. I just stood there, quietly sobbing to myself and hoping that this would just end.

"D-defendant Y/L/N," the judge's voice pulled me out of my trance. I glanced up at her and let my eyes roam around the courtroom in the process, everyone was shocked at my small break down. 

"You may be seated," she continued. I've never heard her talking so soft towards me, but having her being sympathetic towards me now is kinda too late.

"Defender of Ms. Cabello, you may proceed."

I plopped back down on my chair. Everything I've heard after that kinda became a blur. I just knew that Camila's lawyer tried her best to push all the blame on me and that the prosecutor supports them in full mode.