Fallen

"It keeps getting shitty and tiring."

Isabella's POV.

That couldn't be the truth. It just couldn't be reality. Maybe it was all a dream and maybe I just needed to wake up from the bad,wicked dream.

"Isabella talk to me."

Ernest's soft,gentle voice removed my widen eyes from the  floor slowly landing up at his.

"Tell me you lying." My voice wasn't audible enough but he heard me.

"Princess..." he sighed  a very heavy,hard and slow sigh looking up at the ceiling. " I wish I could  but it's the truth." He brought his head back.

A slow but painful tear escaped my eye as my heart felt sharp  needles poke it.

"You are fucken insane you know that?" I said,wiping off the tears and looking at him.

"I know and I'm sorry."

"Good!Its good to know that you know that you're a fucken,unselfish,retarded bastard of a boyfriend."I screeched

"What the fuck!You're being ridiculous right now." Throwing  his hands up in the air with disbelief, he yelled.

"Me?" I asked, baffled." I'm the ridiculous one in this whole bullshit that you invented?Huh?" I yelled back at him.

"Ohh excuse you!" He laughed, stupidly. "I told that son of a bitch to make a hit and run on yeah?" He waited for a reply,but got none." Is that what you're implying??"

"I'm not implying any shit." I shouted.

"You are!!" He shouted back.

"Well maybe you're fucken right.Maybe I am." I reduced my voice,looking fixedly at him.

"The fuck?" His plaintive voice came out.

"How do you explain visiting a whole fucken somebody who tried killing you're girlfriend Ernest?"

"I went there because I wanted to talk to him." He replied. "I needed to talk to him!!" His voice rose up.

"Oh really?"

"Yes.Yes really Isabella."

"And what's the 'so important bullshit' you wanted to talk to him about that made your ass visit him every!single!day!"

"He hasn't confessed anything Bella!" He screamed.

A puzzled expression formed on my face."What do you mean?"

"He disallow the truth come out of him.He said he knows nothing.He claims to have been framed!!"

"Then why are they still keeping him if he is sackless as he proclaims?"

" Because everyone does not believe any shit he claims!!"

" What about the judge?"

"Well,technically, the jury does not yield assent to any of his preposterous theories."

"His lawyer?"

"He backed out." Ernest said walking towards the bar.

"Wine?" He asked,raising a bottle of wine but I instantly shook my head no.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Well,isn't that obvious?" He shrugged his shoulders.

" He aint  a powerful lawyer but he is good just not as good as the type of a lawyer this case needs.So he couldn't risk bringing wathe to his reputation." Sluggishly throwing his head back,he took a gulp of the red liquid.

"Is it not atypical to back out of a case,especially if you're someone's lawyer?" I asked,surprised.

"Not at all." He took another gulp." Everyone can do whatever they wanna do at anything they wanna do it.Who are we to say they confute at the decisions they take by thinking it's best for them?" Raising his shoulders up,he asked.

"I just dont get it man."Doubtfully,I murmured.

Jumping to sit  on top of the bar counter,I almost fell. Ernest was on the inside of the bar,making my back to face him.

" Well I do." His husky voice coming from behind said.

"Dont you think its pretty   much fremd for someone to just leave his job because of lame contemplations?" I turned only my head to observe his reaction.

"Nop." He popped the 'p' shaking his head.

"I mean,no matter how you can view the theories of your client you still dont have the power to deny them.Its their choice to tell you if they are guilty or not but your job is only to represent them then get paid. Simple. Lawyers lose cases all the time,even the best ones.But they dont just bail out on their clients like Mr-..."

I trailed waiting for  him to me his name."Mr.Robbis." he said.

"Right." I nodded. "Like Mr.Robbis did." I said, confused as ever.

"It is what it is princess." He raised his shoulder.

"This is so fucken too much to fucken deal with." I muttered, jumping off the table and making my way back to the kitchen.

"It keeps getting shitty and tiring." I sighed.

"Do you trust me?" His voice asked,trailing after me.

"Well,I did." I replied entering the kitchen but suddenly something clicked my mind.I stopped  walking and slowly turned around and gave him a careful fixed look.

"What?" He asked, butting out and leaning his elbows on the counter.

"You dont just ask me that." I uttered, slowly shaking my head confusedly.

"I dont get you." He said.

"You only ask me that if you're about to do something big or done it." I told him.

"That's nonsense." Calmly, he said.

"Ohh is it?" I crossed my arms over to my chest,giving him a brief disturbing gaze.

"Wait-wait.." He stood straight and gave out a low sarcastic laugh." You think I'm involved, somehow?"

"I dont know hubby,you tell me." I raised an eyebrow.

"C'mon Knowles,I had nothing to do with all this lawyer bullshit." He said,shrugging his shoulders.

"I mean it's not you haven't done anything to do with a PRISONER bullshit,am I at false?" I asked

"I did that for a good reason women!" He defended himself.

"So you're telling me that you literally had nothing to do with all this?" I asked.

"Nothing!" He muttered. " I didn't fucken do anything."

I nodded my head looking away.

"You have his numbers right?" I turned to him.

"Who?" He pushed his head back,surprised.

"Mr.Robbis." I said.

"Mr.Robbis?"

"Mr.Robbis." I repeated.

"Well.." he gulped avoiding eye contact." I think I do but you know I ain't really sure,what I'm trying to say is that I think I dont but mayb-" He continued,not making sense.

"You dont make any sense." I told him.

"Well I know but then I was tryin-"

"Give me your phone." I cut him off.

"Wh-what,why?" His words trembled.

"Just give me your phone." I calmly said.

"What will I get in return if I give it to you?" His naughty voice said and I could see a smirk on the corner of his lips.

"Hand it over and you'll see."