I kissed the bitch, blood on my lips. holy shit, he scarred the bitch, i grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
She can, she can- run, run, run my head....
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i was woken up by the guards rattling my cell bars.
"Celeste Rivera wake up, your court session begins in 10 minutes" the guard said.
i rubbed my eyes & slowly walked up to my cell door. they unlocked it, cuffing both my hands & feet. they led me down the jail hall, passing many cells in the way.
they unlocked another door before i was walked over to what seemed to be the court room doors.
the doors opened & i walked down the narrow pathway with my hands & feet cuffed together. i looked back to see my brother & his friends there but no X.
as i got to my stand, i seen my father starring at me, with a devilish look.
i took a seat as i waited for the judge to begin. the room was filled with quiet whispers as people kept talking back & forth about what they think is going to happen.
"psst" someone said from behind me. i looked back to see Ski trying to get my attention.
"you got this" he said showing me a goofy smile. i chuckled at his actions before turning around & looking down at my feet.
as the judge was preparing to start the court session, the doors opened. i looked back to see who it was, X. he nodded his head at me before taking a seat all the way in the back.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
"court is now in session" Judge Wheeler said as he slammed his gavel on the table.
"today we have Mr. Rivera & his case against Ms. Rivera. Apparently Ms. Rivera had robbed his home & brutally beaten him a few days ago" the judge said as he looked over the police statements.
"is that right Mr. Rivera?" the judge questioned my father. i put my head down, only a fool would believe my father.
"yes your honor" my father spoke loud & clear.
"Ms. Rivera you have been here many times before" the judge spoke looking down at my records, i picked at my nails every time silence had fell upon the room.
"Ms. Rivera, why did you this to your father" the judge said as he averted his attention to me.
"your honor i did not rob my father nor beat him. it's physically impossible for me to do so. i'm five feet tall & i have a small frame" i spoke as i earned stares from everyone in the room.
"then why would your father make this up" judge Wheeler asked me.
"because my father is no good, he hates me" i spoke putting my head down. the judge let out a laugh making everyone look at him.
