Chapter 3
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At the courtroom”
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innocent, I have never stolen in my life and I have never tded to kill Arya spat out in shucky voice, as questioned her, standing in front of her, his both hands placed in the table to support himself, staring at her.
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Her eyes were swollen, and deep red as a result of her continue crying. Her hair was rolled up in a bun looking messy with strands of hair on her face and neck, making her look more of a fugitive.
avoided Arya, who has never stolen before, a lady as fragile as a marble gloss, who can not point a proper finger at anyone, others belongings like they were contagious, is accused of stealing and to crown it all also accused of attempting murder. The prosecutor turned swiftly, his gaze on the judge who was flipping through the white papers – the evidence – he was given. “My Lord, the evidence which you hold, was found right in the possession of the defendant, Miss, Arya Greenwood” “The evidence shows Miss miss Arya here” he points at Arya, whose eyes were wide open and stared at him, anxiety, and trepidation lingered in her eyes.
“She had set out to kill Mrs. Jane Ramos out of jealousy for taking her husband, “he continued.
“Objection my Lord, the defendant is accused and not guilty of the crime…..
Objection overruled, the judge chimed in, cutting off Arya’s lawyer who stood up furiously to defend her client – Arya
“Do you have any more questions?” the judge asked, raising his head away from the evidence that had got his attention for a while, arranging his glasses properly.
“No My lord,” the prosecutor replied, bowed, and gestured to his seat.
Thud! Thud!
The sound of the hammer landing on a wood that was engraved like a mini plate sent silence to the hall by the judge.
“All evidence proving solidification. I hereby sentence Arya Greenwood to three years imprisonment, the judge declared, standing on his feet and leaving through the door behind the courtroom.
Tears welled up in Arya’s eyes as she burst out in rage clinging onto her attorney’s suits, “I do not deserve this, I did not do it Please help me! I can not go to jail for a crime I did not commit, Arya yells, as she pleads, her grip tightening on her attorney’s suit, crying out aloud hysterically.
The cops cuffed Arya, murmurs filled the room from the crowd who had come to witness the trailer as she led away. They say do not judge a book by its cover. Look how innocent she looks, who would have thought she was evil and malicious,” an old woman with white hair murmured to a lady next to her.
“That serves her right, the others could learn from her and avert their bad ways,” the next woman replied.
Those words pierced into Arya’s heart, shattering it into pieces of glass that were smashed on the wall, as she struggled to free herself from the stronghold of the cops who had tucked their arms over her firmly.
Arya paused from her struggle to see Jane walk towards her, her arm dangled over her abdomen with a blue bandage that was laced on it and tucked to her neck for support.
Jane embraces Arya into a hug with one of her arms, “I hope you enjoy your stay in jail because that is the only place that suits you, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Is the only place for thugs, like you, Jane whispers, snapping gaze, whose eyes were engraved with so much raw emotion of
from the hug she had engaged herself to meet Arya’s trage and disdain that sent shivers down Jane’s spine.
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If it wasn’t for hands of Arya would have slapped Jane across her face, giving her the beating of her life and pulling out lots of her hair and shoveling it downs her throat.
“You bitch! You did this, I will make you pay.” Arya blurted out in frustration, trying to hit fane with her two cuffed hands. that were molded into a fist when the cops got hold of her and dragged her to a vehicle that took her to the jailhouse.
Fake tears start rolling down Jane’s cheeks, gasping for the attention of the crowd who took pity on her. “I forgive you my friend, Jane blurted out loud, audible enough for everyone fo liar, in an attempt to obtain their pity.
Arya turned her legs swinging in the air, struggling from the cops tightened grip, ‘I will make you. But her words were halted by a parody smirk that laced Jane’s face, seeing Alberto wrapping his arms over Jane’s waist.
“Baby, this place is not good for you, she already got what she deserves, let me drive you home, Alberto said in a sweet and superb voice, one enough to make a lady’s heart melt profusely
Putting on a green penitentiary dress, with the number boldly written on a yellow tag, that is placed on the right–hand side of Arva’s chest.
One five four six.
The shackled creepy sounds of the jail doors opened, sending shivers down Arya’s skin, creating goosebumps as she held on ightly to the transparent box that contained personal items, such as a toothbrush, combs, etc, when the door got opened for her by the warden
Arya took a step into the room, evaluating everywhere, as she laid down her head staring at the transparent box she held. “It seems we got a new inmate,” a husky voice from the comer of the room said.
She bears a yellow tag, one–five–four–six, the female voice said, repeating her number at a slow pace as she looked at Arya’s chest with bright shimmering eyes on the yellow tag.
I wish I could bear a yellow tag too,” the husky female voice said gesturing at the red tag on her chest.
Arya, not mentioning a word, walks to the corner where she assumed was her space. She drops her box on a counter, seeing that the same box just like hers was placed there which she assumed was the other inmate’s belongings.
Sitting on the bare floor, tucked her legs close up to her chest, resting her head on her knees, with her arms wrapped over her legs to give her support, hot tears rolled down her checks.
“Seems our new inmate is dumb, maybe we should welcome her properly,” the husky voice said, an evil smirk laced on her lips.
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