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"What was your relation to the deceased; Michael Conlon?" I looked away and he repeated the question.
"He was, my boyfriend," I looked down in defeat and sorrow. "And would you say you loved him,"
"Indefinitely," I shot one quick look at the jury to assure my innocence. "With all of my heart," I bit my lip as if to hold back a tear.
"Where did you find the body," he thought he caught me of guard.
"On the floor, near our bed," a quick sob, "I had just gotten home and he was lying there, lifeless."
"And where were you returning from?"
"The pub, I was out with a few friends."
"Did you have anything to drink?"
"OBJECT-"
"Overruled," interrupted the judge. I smiled sweetly; of course I could answer this question.
"Well I did indeed have a little, not-"
"So you were drunk the night of the murder,"
"OBJECT-"
"Sustained," yelled the lawyer.
"Look," I pleaded. "I didn't commit this crime. I loved Spot, or Michael, I really did. Why would I want to lose the most important thing in my life?" I sobbed into the handkerchief that carried his initials. Upon seeing them my heart jerked, I really did miss him.
"May I ask, Mrs. Laney, what his blood was doing on your hands,"
"I held him in my arms, praying that he was alive. I must have held him for hours waiting for a response before I called for the police."
"I thought your friend, a Mr. Kelly, notified the proper authorities."
"Well what did you think I meant my 'called for the police', I told Kelly to do what was needed, he was the only one able to cope with the situation, everyone else was in shock" Jack looked offended; he probably thought I was blaming him.
"What did you do next?"
"I honestly can't remember. I did a lot of crying. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. To lose your love so quickly is a situation one cannot handle without shock. I lay in our bed all night, soaking in his smell. I remember the headache I had in the morning from all of the crying I had done the night before. I remember that feeling of desperation and loneliness that struck me the moment I woke up. I remember- " The tears were really flowing by this point and I looked at the jury and then to the prosecutor. "I'm sorry, I can't go on," I put a hand in front of my face to control the sobs. I was excused from the stand and the jury left to make their decision.
I waited patiently for my future to be decided. The suspense was enough to make any sane person go mad. I sat with my hands folded and my hankerchif in my hand, lingering delicately between my fingers.
Innocent. I walked out of the courtroom thinking. It was as good a judgment as any. But strangely enough all I can say is that he had it comin'.
"What was your relation to the deceased; Michael Conlon?" I looked away and he repeated the question.
"He was, my boyfriend," I looked down in defeat and sorrow. "And would you say you loved him,"
"Indefinitely," I shot one quick look at the jury to assure my innocence. "With all of my heart," I bit my lip as if to hold back a tear.
"Where did you find the body," he thought he caught me of guard.
"On the floor, near our bed," a quick sob, "I had just gotten home and he was lying there, lifeless."
"And where were you returning from?"
"The pub, I was out with a few friends."
"Did you have anything to drink?"
"OBJECT-"
"Overruled," interrupted the judge. I smiled sweetly; of course I could answer this question.
"Well I did indeed have a little, not-"
"So you were drunk the night of the murder,"
"OBJECT-"
"Sustained," yelled the lawyer.
"Look," I pleaded. "I didn't commit this crime. I loved Spot, or Michael, I really did. Why would I want to lose the most important thing in my life?" I sobbed into the handkerchief that carried his initials. Upon seeing them my heart jerked, I really did miss him.
"May I ask, Mrs. Laney, what his blood was doing on your hands,"
"I held him in my arms, praying that he was alive. I must have held him for hours waiting for a response before I called for the police."
"I thought your friend, a Mr. Kelly, notified the proper authorities."
"Well what did you think I meant my 'called for the police', I told Kelly to do what was needed, he was the only one able to cope with the situation, everyone else was in shock" Jack looked offended; he probably thought I was blaming him.
"What did you do next?"
"I honestly can't remember. I did a lot of crying. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. To lose your love so quickly is a situation one cannot handle without shock. I lay in our bed all night, soaking in his smell. I remember the headache I had in the morning from all of the crying I had done the night before. I remember that feeling of desperation and loneliness that struck me the moment I woke up. I remember- " The tears were really flowing by this point and I looked at the jury and then to the prosecutor. "I'm sorry, I can't go on," I put a hand in front of my face to control the sobs. I was excused from the stand and the jury left to make their decision.
I waited patiently for my future to be decided. The suspense was enough to make any sane person go mad. I sat with my hands folded and my hankerchif in my hand, lingering delicately between my fingers.
Innocent. I walked out of the courtroom thinking. It was as good a judgment as any. But strangely enough all I can say is that he had it comin'.