The President's Iniquitous Daughter (18+) [Major Editing, Updating and Writing]

💖CHAPTER ONE💖: Bail🗝

A/N: Play the song above ⬆️⬆️

[Noemi]

Monday 18th of February 2019, Supreme Court of Cassation, Palace of Justice, Rome, 12:30pm.

I patiently sit in the middle between my four attorneys as we wait for the jury or jurors to make a decision if I am guilty for three counts of killing or not guilty for killing four hundred and ten innocent citizens, possibly more but I am positive and certain that I am not guilty for all counts.

I know for a fact that I didn't do it, but this isn't my first time sitting in Supreme Court of Cassation and my court hearing today isn't about the "recent" records I have committed, how could have done. I was sat in a room that had metal bars all around me, a bunk bed, a toilet and a sink for eleven years.

But I committed that specific crime, 'murdering' four hundred and ten innocent citizens when I was just fourteen.

Yes, fourteen.

I apparently murdered them, which is not true.

I know I was there in the bank with at least around five hundred innocent people, minding their own business with my ex-enemies/best friends who set me up, who made it look like I was the one who killed and injured five hundred innocent humans.

Who made me look like a complete idiot because I was purposely the only person there with a rifle in my hands that could only injure at least thirty people in five minutes.

The whole operation should take at least ten minutes, so how could I possibly murder and injure all five hundred of them... plus with full ten briefcases of money around me made me look like I was the one planning the whole operation.

I remember being with my ex- robbing group and there was five of us including me. I don't know what happened, but I was on duty or even instructed at head gunpoint to injure specifically one hundred and sixty that the leader told me to kill or injure and keep the cash safe not to kill four hundred and ten people, I wouldn't dare kill them with a head, heart, lung, throat or even genital shot.

I knew I couldn't do that with heart, I know I have heart, but I only shot them in specific areas in which I know they will only need medical attention to save their lives not to instantly kill them during the massacre.

I'm not a murder and I don't want to stay in prison for life for killing four hundred and ten people. I only injured one hundred and sixty people who got saved, well eighty of them either died, was left in a coma, immobile or paralyzed. I should at least get a fair sentence if I was guilty. But I know within my heart I couldn't ruthlessly kill people intentionally because I wanted to. I don't have the flipping guts to.

I know I shouldn't have even been there in the first place, but I was forced gunpoint at the age of fourteen, telling me I will go there and injure these one hundred and sixty specific people who frequently went to the bank while the other four killed the rest of three hundred and thirty people. I would never kill. I can't even kill myself.

If someone asked me to kill myself, I would rather be killed by someone else than me killing myself when I know that... what is the worth of killing myself when I know I'll go to depths of hell if I do kill myself because I know I have a life to live and fix?

I come back to reality as the jury room door opens and all twelve jurors come out, taking their seats as one young man stays standing, looking at me with a gleam in his eyes. I guess I'm going back to prison for life.