LIES TORN US APART 7

0 0

Get real time updates directly on you device, subscribe now.

“I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him.” I said to my lawyer for the 4th time since he came to see me.

“But the evidences, all of them are pointing to you.” He said.

“What evidences? The fact that I was angry when I left the house that faithful day, is that all they’ve got?” He opened his suit case and brought out some more papers.

“Your wife…”

“Ex-wife.” I finished. He coughed before continuing. “She has hired one of my colleagues to handle this case. She isn’t taking sides with you which I’m surprised about. Can you please clear that up?” He looked up at me, ready to write down whatever comes out from my mouth. I was too embarrassed to narrate the story of how my wife and best friend betrayed me so I gave him the shorted cut. “They were lovers.” Mr. Roberts didn’t look surprised or maybe it was part of his job to keep calm.

“Okay, go ahead.” He said.

“I thought she was once dead but she played me. One day she walked back into my life and turned it upside down.” My thoughts went to that very day where I thought I had found what I had lost. I thought she and I could maybe reconnect. I remembered the excitement and nervousness I felt at the same time when she called my name.

“Did she have any reason to want James dead?”

“I don’t think so.” I answered. Why would Cynthia want James dead? Didn’t she love him? Weren’t they planning to go off together? I kept asking myself questions that I had no answers to. I came back to my senses when I saw my lawyer rise up. “Our time is up for today. You will be standing trial in 2 days, be prepared.” He said. I nodded my head and we shook hands. He gave me pitted smiled as if his already predicted what would happen on the day of trial.

“One more thing, can you please contact Vivian for me?” I knew she must have been worried since I never got a chance to answer the call she promised to give me.

“Okay, I will get in touch with her.” He strode off and I was pushed back into my prison cell.


The next day, Vivian finally came to see me.

“I went over to your place; she didn’t say a thing about you being in prison. How come? Are you okay? Are they feeding you right?” She kept blasting me with questions. I had to smile so she could stop with the questions and see that I’m okay.

“Do you think people come here to eat and get fat?” I hissed. I told her all that went down. From the expression on her face, I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not.

“You went over to his place, you guys fought or rather you did most of the fighting. You even brought your gun there.” She whispered that last part as if the room had ears.

“But I didn’t kill him.” I whispered back into her ears.

“Of course.” She took 2 deep breaths as she balanced back on her chair but then, the first drop of tears hit the table.

“I don’t even know what to do, how to help you. Should I go over and beg Cynthia to please see reasons with you? I mean, didn’t she love you at all? Why is she so head bent on pinning this on you? Who does she think you are?” she was crying as she said all that.

“Come on, I need you to keep it together for me, for the both of us.” I held her hands tightly in mine.

“Victor, I’m…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence; her tears were getting the best of her.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s nothing. I will come and see you again on the day of your trial.” She pratically ran out from the room, and that was the last time I saw Vivian. I spent 5 years in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. My lawyer told me to thank God that he was able to get the judge to listen to his pleads of self-defense. I spent 5 years regretting my life. Vivian who had promised to come see me never came and Cynthia was left to take center stage at my trial.

On the afternoon of the day I was released, as I was about getting on a bus, I saw a lady who looked exactly like her. At first, I thought I was imagining things because I really wanted to see her but when the figure turned around, I knew it was her. She seemed to be waiting on someone. She stood next to a car I assumed to be hers. I was numbed to even move a muscle. I was pleading with my feet to take the steps to where she was standing, smiling beautifully as ever. When I finally found the courage to step forward, she waved her hands over and for a minute I thought she recognized me but when I saw another figure emerge, it was as if someone had hit me hard in my guts.
I stumbled back as this man with broader shoulders than I, a nicer haircut and much more expensive clothes than the one I had on walked up to her and laid a kiss on her chicks. She handed her car keys to him as she went around to the passenger’s seat. I heard the car start, I couldn’t do a thing. The man pulled out from the front of the restaurant. I knew this was my only chance so I shouted her name. She had to hear it; I kept on screaming her name as I chased after the car like a mad man. She turned around; she had to have seen me because the car stopped halfway.

Get real time updates directly on you device, subscribe now.

Comments
Loading...