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Okay so the last chapter was ehh, to me. I don't know how this is going to go through. I definitely want to continue with this story. I have some things thought out but others I'm not too sure about. So here is Chapter 2. The story probably won't really start until like the fourth chapter so bear with me. Like I said before this is my first fanfiction. And yes I know I am a hypocrite for writing this info thingy because I hate them but, whatever call me a hypocrite.

Here you go. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all.

Chapter 2

I was cold and lonely when I woke up from my unpleasant rest. I suppose it was better than sleeping in the bed that we once shared.

I was hoping they'd send me to prison already. I knew I was probably going to get beat badly because I was so scrawny. But I didn't care. It would suck but it was better than him living on in his happy life.

I would plead guilty because one, I was not going to get put on the death sentence and wind up going to hell along with him. I'd plead guilty because I was proud of what I did. I knew God probably wasn't but who cares. God knows why and if he doesn't understand well, that's his own problem.

I never was someone to go to church anyway. The only time I prayed was the night I killed him. I prayed to that he'd die. I hoped the devil would take him in and swallow him up. Burn him to ash.

Now you probably think I'm some kind of sinner; or that I'm possessed by the devil. I'm not possessed but I am a sinner. I mean I broke the sixth commandment. However he broke mostly all of them.

Ruthless bastard.

I didn't need a fancy lawyer. I'd take the one that would be "appointed to me." I mean, what was the point if I was pleading guilty either way? I needed to get away from Forks. They'd probably put me in the prison in Seattle.

While I was rummaging in my thoughts, a man in a grey suit who was shorter then me had his back to me and had his brief case open on a table by my cell. He was looking for papers or something.

"Well good morning Miss Swan and how are you today?" He asked me back still turned.

"I feel like a princess. I had the best sleep of my life. It felt like the bed I slept on was a rainbow." I said sarcastically.

"Bitter are we?" He asked me turning around.

"My mornings were never my best." I said with a smile. I started to sit up on my bed.

"Obviously." He said.

"So who are you and who sent you?" I asked looking at him.

"I am Michael Banner. Your father sent you." He told me.

"Figures." I muttered. "Doesn't matter either way who he sends, I'm pleading guilty either way." I told him.

"Well that makes my job a whole lot easier. But would your father approve?" He asked.

"Does it matter what he does or doesn't approve? No matter what he paid for you it's going to be the same either way. That's that and you or anyone else is going to change that. So I'm sorry I wasted your time. If you find a way to get my sentence reduced, then fine I don't care. I know I'm going for a long, long time." I said without even taking a breath.

"Well Miss Swan, you're actually wrong on that last part."

I arched an eyebrow at him.

"How?" I asked, confused.

"Well it seems to be that you weren't the only one involved in this. . . catastrophe. According to records, five others were involved. They were the ones who almost killed him. When you found him, you actually finished him off. Or in other words, took him out of misery." He told me.

I stared blankly at him. Five others? How? Impossible. Maybe they were related to one of the women. I took him out of his misery?

"By the looks of it, they were all siblings too; well adopted that is. However two of the siblings were full."

"Let me get this straight, when I found him, he was already dying and I just helped him not suffer?" I asked.

"That's exactly what happened."

"So I'm going to jail because I helped him." I didn't ask, I stated.

"No." He said.

"Then why-?"

"He had a slim chance to live. It said it in his autopsy."

"So I killed him."

"Yes but, even though you did kill him, the others I told you about did most of the damage."

"So I'm going in for more time?"

"Well, it all depends on what the jury decides."

"Oh. When's the date?"

"It hasn't been set. By the looks of it, it'll be about two weeks."

"So I'm staying down here for two weeks?"

"Yes."

I sighed. This was going to be a long two weeks.

Two Weeks Later. . . . .

"Murder of Royce King the third case?" Someone from the jury room asked.

My court case was being held near the prison I'd go to in Seattle. A guard who was about 6'3 and very muscular took my right arm and led me into the court room. My hands were handcuffed so I wouldn't escape.

I saw Banner standing by the right side of the room presuming it was the defendants or mine.

"Nice to see you Miss Swan. Are you ready for today?"

"Ready to go to prison." I muttered and sat down.

As I looked around I noticed that the room was pretty filled. Most of my side was filled with unknown faces and my father. I guess Renee decided that I'd go to prison eventually and thought it was unimportant to come. It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't a mother. She was a whore who slept around with a new man every week. Seeing her boss on the side for raises and promotions. She wound up having another kid with him and now they live happily. Their is the occation callings from her but I never dared to answer them.

I remember once coming home a little early and hearing moaning coming from me and Royce's room. I opened the door and there was my mother and him having some "pleasure" time. I ran out of that apartment so fast you had no idea. I crashed at one of my friend Jessica's house because my best friend Angela had moved to Alaska for her masters in literature. To make it fun we had a few beers and margaritas then she spilled to me how she gave a blowjob to Royce because she had gotten high just a half our before. I took my truck and left getting into a car accident and waking up in a hospital with Royce's bloodshot eyes from crying and him holding my hand telling me how sorry he was. He said it was a mistake and blamed it on the extacy he had earlier. I wound up taking him back and appologizing how I didn't let him explain. He then proposed to me a month later. We almost had sex that night but we didn't because I wanted to wait for our wedding night. We fooled around a little bit but other than that nothing.

I'm grateful that I never had sex with him. That's probably why he had so many women on the side. My mother being one of them. It wouldn't surprise me if she had gotten pregnant with Royce's kid and was passing it off as Phil's. But luckily for her, she didn't. I never even saw the kid they had. It wouldn't even surprise me if it wasn't Phil's.

"All rise for Judge Clearwater." The bailiff said.

Everyone in the courtroom stood up when the judge walked in.

"Be seated." The judge said.

Judge Clearwater was looking through a folder reviewing my case. The occasion frowns and looks at me probably wondering how I could possibly kill a 180 pound man with my bare hands. He probably got to the part where five others were involved as well and that he was pretty much powerless when I got to him.

"How do you plea?"

Before I opened my mouth Banner said, "Guilty."

The jury started whispering between each other and so did the people in the audience.

I tuned out to the rest of the hearing. At this point I didn't care. I mean couldn't they just put me in prison already? I wanted to kill myself when they put me on the stand and asked me about that night. I wanted to punch the bitch in the face when she started asking about my personal life. That was in the past. I didn't want to hear it again. Then when she asked about the affair with him and my mother I tried to use my feet and kick her in the face. Ofcourse the stupid bailiff caught me in time and held me down. When I returned to my seat, Banner was scowling at me. I rolled my eyes. I didn't care if they gave me more years for trying to attack that bitch.

The jury went out of the room for about fifteen minutes and came back in. They gave their final decisions to Judge Clearwater.

"Isabella Swan will hold three years in prison and if she provides good behavior, she will get out after the first year with four years of community sevice. Case dismissed." The Judge said and got up and walked out.

I sat in my seat stunned. Three years? Three years? That's all I'd get? I killed a man not robbed a bank. And if I acted with good behavior I'd get out after a year? You have got to be kidding me. This isn't right.

I looked at Banner; he was smiling. He did this. He made me get less of a time. But, how? Did he bribe the Judge? Well, he's a lawyer; he's suppose to get me the least amount of time in jail.

My father came forward and hugged me; then Banner.
"Thank you Banner. I knew you were the best," He told him. Then he turned to me, "I'll come and visit you as much as I can. And I'll pass the news to Renee. I know she'll be happy."

I snorted; but only at the last part.

Just then a guard came forward and grabbed my arm like earlier.

"See you Dad," I told him.

As I left, I saw a little person in the audience standing and staring at me. It looked to be she had her parents with her. She was frowning at me; probably wondering how I could get only a year in prison. Maybe she was one of Royce's side girls and pissed that I killed her man and basically walked off with just a bad booboo.

I rolled my eyes as I walked through the doors outside. There was a bus waiting with other convicts in it. I was seated alone- thank god- and was staring out the window until we pulled up to the prison.

They took us out of the bus and led us in. Their were curses being yelled at guards and people's hands and arms hanging out of the cells. They put me in one and it looked empty until I saw a girl sitting on the top bunk of the bunkbeds swinging her legs and staring at the ceiling frowning at it. She looked to be about fifteen but she couldn't of been because this was an eighteen and up prison. She must've heard the cell door slam because she looked at me.

"Who are you?" She asked me. She seemed to have a Jersey accent. She had dirty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and had dark green eyes. Her jaw looked tight like the good-looking one I saw on my way to the cell in Forks Police Station. She looked tough. Her eyes were hard and cold. If she wanted to, she could probably kill me with just by looking at me.

"Bella," I told her.

"Sam. Guess were gonna be roomies for the next years." She smiled and put her hand out indicating for me to shake it. I shooe it and she smiled devilshly and I for a weird reason felt we were going to get along.

Alright guys, there you go. Hopefully that was better. And yes I am updating a lot. I'm trying to update a lot this weekend because I'm on break. I got back to school sadly on Monday. And you'll have to wait and see what's in store for you and what I have planned out for the next chapter. Sam's my name and I wanted to add myself to the story. . . Well my name. lol . Follow me on my random twitter UnderACocoTree & warning I use the word fuck A LOT . Alright thanks.

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