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Fighting Back
Chris stood in his jail cell, pulling on one of his best suits. His mind echoing with what he and his lawyer had just talked about. Today he would have his case in front of a judge and, from the sounds of it the whole town who had heard of what he did at Jay's Casino. The way his lawyer had put it, going up to court, pleading "not guilty" was like going against an army, one to a thousand.
But Chris knew that it was a risk he would have to take. If it would the end of his freedom, then so be it. At least his voice would be heard.
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Later, Chris couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was he thinking?
The opposing lawyer make him sound like a crazed lunatic, who only enjoyed, causing the pain and fear that he caused some of the witnesses. When Chris had felt very guilty, causing them pain and as for the fear...
That couldn't be helped, those witnesses didn't understand.
Now their voices echoed in his head over and over.
It was like he was a complete psychopath…
He was well trained and violent…
It was like he was on a mission…
Chris had glanced behind him to his family: His mom and dad, whom he knew would always be there for him, His big sister, who had always stuck up for him when he was younger, and his nephew Pete, who had become sort of like a little brother to him.
Some where, in the distance Chris heard the judge call for his lawyer to plea his case. Chris looked to his lawyer. He looked antsy, and extremely uncomfortable. Chris couldn't help but notice how his lawyer kept looking back at the blonde, cool as ice Jay who sat several rows back.
Suddenly, Chris knew what he had to do to fight back and truly make his voice be heard.