Chapter 135
Dark place.
Chris’ POV:
As I drew closer to where they were Jake was sitting beside my lawyer, Mr. Johnson.
Jake felt extremely sorry for me and sought to help but he could not.
“This is the best I can do for you, Chris!” I pulled him to a warm embrace. “Thank you!” I muttered.
My lawyer, Mr. Johnson a young man, middle aged, looked at me with a encouraging smile.
“Chris, please, tell me everything. Anything that might help your case.” He begged.
I shrugged, with my eyes cast downward.
“I don’t know what to say, Mr. Johnson. I’m just as confused as everyone else. I didn’t do anything wrong, but I don’t have any evidence to prove it.” I said.
Mr. Johnson’s expression turned sympathetic.
“Okay, Chris. Let’s start with something small then. Can you tell me about your relationship with Jake?”
I hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper.
“We’re friends, I guess. We’ve known each other for a long time.” I answered.
“But lawyer that is not needed here… you are starting to derail!” Jake sought to put him back on track.
“I am sorry for that!” He said.
“Let is begin proper!” He told me.
Mr. Johnson nodded, his eyes never leaving his face.
“And can you think of anything, anything at all, that might be relevant to your case?” H asked again.
I shook my head, as my eyes welling up with tears.
“No, Mr. Johnson. I’m sorry. I wish I could help, but I just don’t know what to say.” I told him.
“But do you know that your being prison today is because of the photos found on your phone?” He asked me.
“Photos?” I asked.
Jake’s voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes dropping to the floor. “The detective… he found something. Photos… of you and Kayla’s body.”
What?” I exclaimed.
Mr. Johnson’s expression turned grave, his pen hovering over his notepad, expecting me to say something.
“What kind of photos?” He asked me to want me to own up to the crime.
My face twisted in anguish.
“I don’t know…” I said.
“I don’t even know how it got there.”
Jake’s eyes widened in shock, his face pale.
“No that’s not possible. Chris would never hurt anyone.” He told him.
My eyes filled with tears, his voice barely audible.
“I don’t know what happened that night, Jake. I do not even know the way into her cell not to talk of killing her!” He said.
“It should be her stalker!” Jake said.
“Chris, if you want help you need to truthful so I can help you out of this situation!” He told me.
“I don’t know Kayla that well, Mr. Johnson,” I continue, my voice shaking.
“I and Megan had just started dating, and I was still getting to know each other when she came out of nowhere threatening Megan.” I told him.
“When I was home with my mother, I will always see this woman that looked like Kayla… it turns out it wasn’t even her.” I explained.
I feel a wave of confusion and fear wash over me.
“I’m so confused, Mr. Johnson. I don’t know what’s going on. I thought I did, but it seems like I was wrong. And now, with these photos… I don’t know what to think.” I told him.
I bury my face in my hands, feeling like my world is crumbling around me.
“I don’t know who Kayla really is, or what happened that night. But I know I didn’t hurt her. I couldn’t have. I’m not capable of that.”
Mr. Johnson’s expression turns determined, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.
“Chris, this is going to be a tough case, but I want you to know that we’re going to get through it together.” He assured me.
“We will leave no stone unturned, and we’ll fight to uncover the truth. We’ll workday and night, pouring over every shred of evidence, every witness statement, every detail, no matter how small.” He said.
He pauses, his voice filled with conviction.
“I believe you, Chris. I believe you’re innocent, and we’re going to prove it. It won’t be easy, but we will work tirelessly to gather evidence, to interview witnesses, and to build a case that will clear your name.” He told me.
“We’ll face obstacles, we’ll face challenges, but we won’t give up. We won’t rest until your name is cleared and your freedom is secured.” Mr. Johnson revealed.
Mr. Johnson’s words are like a lifeline, offering me hope in a sea of despair. I feel a surge of gratitude towards him, and I know that I’m in good hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Johnson,” I say, my voice filled with emotion.
“Thank you for believing me. Thank you for fighting for me.” I have never felt this way for a long time.
I will see you some other time he said as I trudge back to my room.
My mind began reeling with thoughts and questions. How could someone do this to me? Who could be so calculating and clever as to frame me for a crime I didn’t commit?
The photos on my phone, the mysterious Kayla, the lack of memories… it all adds up to a sinister plot that I can’t quite grasp.
I feel like I’m walking through a fog, with no clear path forward. Every step I take, every thought I think, seems to lead me further into the darkness.
I’m desperate for a glimmer of light, a hint of hope, but it is hard to find. My mind races with scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last.
Was I drugged? Was I set up? Who could have access to my phone, my personal life?
As I entered my room, I collapsed into the bed, my head in my hands. I feel like I’m living in a nightmare, with no way out.
The walls seem to close in around me, suffocating me with their silence. I am trapped in a prison of uncertainty, with no key to unlock the door.
But I know I can’t give up; I have to make mother proud and let the world know that I didn’t do this.
I have to keep fighting, keep searching for the truth, no matter how elusive it may seem. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the long and difficult road ahead.
I will not rest until my name is cleared, until the truth is revealed, and until justice is served. I
will rise above this, I will overcome, and I will emerge stronger on the other side.
I just hope that it happens, and I do not get tired while at it.