Eva
After my bath and feeding with the inmates, I was escorted silently to my cell, "Can I make a phone call?" I asked a nice officer and he nodded, before leading me towards the phone booth, where a long line of about 20 inmates were patiently waiting for their turn,
I approached them and stood in line,
waiting...
Half an hour later, It got to my turn, I stepped into the phone booth and picked up the phone, breathing deeply I dialed the number and barely a second after I was greeted by the angry voice of my foster mother,
"Hello? It's me Eva?" I whispered into the phone,
"You have got some nerve calling this number after all the sadness you have caused my family." she spat in a angrier tone, "I swear-"
"Where's my brother?" I cut in, before she could hang up or lash more of that anger on me.
"In detention where his ass belongs?" She spat harshly and I gasped,
"You two are going to pay dearly for all what you've caused my family and to think we loved you both like our children and you turned around and stabbed us in the back....if you ever call this number again, I will make you suffer."
She hung up, leaving my hands trembling, "Get out already?" Someone spat from behind, I stared at the phone blankly for a while, before reaching out and pulling out the folded note in my pocket, I gazed at the number for a bliss before dialing it,
On the second ring, someone answered, "I knew, you would change your mind?" Came her taunting voice, I cleared my throat before putting my mouth closer to the phone,
"If I help you...you get my brother and I out of Jail." I tell in a whisper and it took a moment, before she uttered,
"Deal.."
I hung and stepped down from the phone booth and out to the angry line,
"Who were you calling, another psycho?" Someone uttered, causing everyone to laugh, Looking down I made it past the line to the officer and he escorted me back to my cell, locking the bars behind.
I climbed onto my bed and curled tightly to the wall and placing my head between my legs,
I began singing, singing my heart out....
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
Some pray that, one day, Christ will come a-callin'
They light a candle, and hope that it glows
And some just lie there, crying for him to come and find them
But when he comes, they don't know how to go
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
A few days later.
The day was finally here, the day my fate was to be decided, I sat in cuffs behind a moving van with two officers sitting silently beside me.
The car finally came to a stop and the doors were slid open, "Out?" they said, pulling me out of the van and leading me quickly into the courtroom.
I entered the room to see everyone already seated down, including my foster family, my foster mother, her brother Luke and her three kids, Joe, Mira and sam. They were dressed in black as if in morning, which was funny since they hated the man.
I was dragged to the front where my lawyer was seated, he gave the officers a slight nod and they unlocked the cuffs, "How are you, Eva?" he asks, but I say nothing taking a chair next to him,
"You remember, what I told you?" He reminds me and soon after the judge walked into the court and everyone rises up to their feet,
Mr. Jameson stares at me and I rise up as well and watch as the judge settles in, "Be seated?" he utters and we obeyed,
"How will the defendant be pleading?" The judge asked and the room went silent, waiting for my response,
I looked at Mr. Jameson an he assured me with a nod, "Not guilty.." I blurted and Jameson's eyes shunned in shock, loud whispers and murmurs erupted in the room,
The judge strucked his gravel against the sound block, silencing the room immediately, Very well then..." The judge said and the proceeding began.
A few minutes later,
"I will now give my judgment." the judge spoke up after hearing both defenders and talking to the jury,
"It seems to me that Miss. Green here had learned her lesson and suffered enough being detained for a full year in the juvenile detention and also looking at the deceased's records, It can't be said that he was a good law-abiding citizen of the state..."
Mr. Jameson eyes glowed with hope, "This child has already been through a lot and seems to have a very bright future ahead of her, let's not hinder that from happening any further...so I say not guilty and Miss. Green I don't want to see you back here again."
"Thank, my honor." Mr. Jameson bowed excitedly, he bumped my shoulder and I mouthed a thank you to the judge, even knowing, he didn't do it from the goodness of his heart, left for him, I would rot in my cell.
"You're free.." Mr. Jameson whispered to me and I say nothing, loud murmurs and whispers erupted in the room.
"Court arise?"
Everyone raised to their feet and waited for the judge to leave, before turning their angry glares to me, my foster mother was the first to express them,
"You witch...you would pay for this.." They lashed, rushing to me, "you wretch, you think this is over...."
"Out of the way ma'm." They were held back, while I was escorted to the van and back to the station, Mrs. Jones was she first to greet me with open arms,
"Oh thank God, child." she smiled pulling me into a hug, I managed to form a faint one she pulled away, "I need to attend to an emergency, but I'm happy for you and don't want to see you back here again.," she says lastly and rushed out,
I was then giving a paper to sign and handed my clothes, I walked into an empty room and changed into them, before returning and being escorted out towards the gate,
"See you soon." The officer said to me as we made it to the security gate, before he turned back and left me.
I made my first step out of the gate and as the gate closed behind I felt the air of freedom splash on my face,
I have been counting for this moment for the past few months and now it's here I am not so excited, knowing there's a huge price to the freedom.
"Eva-" A voice called and I looked up to see a man watching from a distant.
I stopped and he walked up to me,
"I'm Dave, I hear you and the boss have unfinished business?" he reminds me and I gulped, before speaking up,
"Where's my bother?"
"He's safe.." He assured, before gesturing me to the black SUV parked across the road. I stared at it and then him before, agreeing and walking with him towards the car. I got into the backseat with him, there were two men in black suits sitting at the front, they wore sunglasses and had com units in their ear, Dave then turned to me,
"This would hurt." Those were the last words I heard before I was injected with something that instantly had me passing out and that was it.