A miscarriage of justice is the conviction of a person for a crime they didn't commit.
Most criminal justice systems have means to overturn the wrongful conviction, but this is not done frequently. Some overturns are put into act after several year...
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Ryan.
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After the party I got in a little later, but I thought no one would notice.
I tiptoed through the mansion my dad bought us. It was just me and my dad and he wasn't somebody I wanted to wake up this late at night. I made it to my room safely and sighed. Sneaking wasn't something I enjoyed doing but I felt like a caged animal.
I took off my Friday school clothes which had blood stains in them and pulled the dish detergent from under my sink. I was a little too familiar with the process.
I didn't like to go out because every time I did, it was a mess.
My phone rung pulling me out my thoughts, and I grabbed it.
"Yes Kia?" I sighed.
"Just checking on you making sure you got home okay."
"Yeah I did."
Look I'm sorry about-" I cut her off not wanting to relive the past moments.
"It's cool. Not your fault. I'm gonna take it in. Love you. Goodnight."
"Wait Ry-" I hung up on her.
I pulled off the bandage that was filled with blood and rewrapped my arm with a fresh one.
After cleaning my clothes out, I hopped in the shower washing away any dirt, whether it be real or fake.
I felt disgusting.
I stepped out of my shower and stared in my mirror. I couldn't recognize myself anymore. It wasn't like anything physical had changed. Spiritually, mentally and psychologically I couldn't see the same person.
I was pulled from my thoughts from the banging on my door.
"Why the hell is this door locked?" Slurred speech came from the opposite side of my room door and I shivered at the sound.
"Sorry, Father. I was showering!" I screamed from the bathroom.
"Open this door. Now!"
I bit my lip out of habit contemplating what to do. I was scared shitless and didn't want to endure more pain than I already went through.
I froze thinking my silence could save me.
"I said open. the. motherfucking. door."
I sighed and tried to find the quickest apparel to throw on before I could before going to unlock the door.
As soon as I twisted the knob, the door was shoved opened and I was pushed to the bed.
"Where the fuck you been?" He questioned through gritted teeth.
