Behind Bars

Freedom?

Day 8: Freedom?

Olivia's POV

I woke up, to the sound of the heavy door at the beginning of the hall being opened, then slammed closed again.

I sat up and saw my favorite officer walking down the hall.

She had a box in her hands as she walked over to my cell.

"Morning." She said as I sat on my bed, hands in my lap, knowing she won't cuff me unless we're going somewhere.

"Your sister dropped off some clothes for you to wear, so I'm gonna bring you to somewhere else so you can have some privacy so you can change." She said, so I nodded, and let her cuff me.

She lead me out of my cell and walked down the hall to a staff bathroom.

She unlocked it and unlocked my cuffs before handing me the box and closing the door again.

I quickly changed into the dress pants and shirt given to me, before slipping on a different pair of shoes and putting my hair up into a bun.

I found some perfume and used it so I smelled a bit better.

I put my old clothes into the box and opened the door before turning around and facing the wall, as my favorite officer came in, and cuffed me again.

"You look good."

"Thank you."

We passed my holding cell and continued walking out past the main desk area, and the waiting area.

"Careful, its gonna be bright." my officer said, as she opened the door leading to civilization.

I squinted as the light made my eyesight spotty for a few seconds due to the little amount of light I'd seen for the past week or so.

She lead me to where a transport car was waiting and put me in it, shutting the door afterward, and walked back into the jail.

I stayed silent for the whole half-hour drive until the driver stopped and my door was pulled open by a new set of officers.

They weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either.

They put me in another holding cell, where I sat, counting down the minutes until my trial officially started.

Soon enough, an officer walked into my cell, and let me walk with him out and by my parent's lawyer.

"All rise for Judge Welkson."  a dude said as we all stood up and watched an old white guy walk out from a set of doors.

Soon, the judge knocked his gavel on the table thingy and we all sat back down.

He started talking as Heather was called to the stand, and she did her 'I'm the victim pity me' speech I was called to the stand after my lawyer cross-examined her testimony.

"State your full name for the court record please"

"Olivia Reese Davidson."

"Alright, Ms. Davidson let's hear your side of the story." Judge Welkson said.

"Some background that is indeed important for this, Heather has been verbally abusing me since freshman year. Anyways, It started off normally like any day until Heather cornered me and asked for the work that she forced me to do. Usually, I just take it and go on with my day because I don't let it get to me. But that day, she was especially hurtful. She can talk about whatever she wants because I don't care, but if you bring my family into it it's a whole different story. Heather brought my sister into it and called her homophobic slurs. Then she proceeded to push me into a row of lockers and touched my face without my consent. She called me homophobic slurs as well, and I guess... I snapped. She provoked me to punch her, and knowing the consequences, I punched her. Thank you, your honor." I said finishing my side of the story.

I answer more questions from Heather's lawyer, with them being quite monotonous, and they didn't really lead anywhere.

Soon I was allowed to sit back down so I did.

the Jury did their meeting thing, and the main jury person gave the judge their say in how this trial was gonna go before they sat back down in the jury area of the courtroom.

"In this case, the jury and I find Olivia Reese Davidson..."